My name is Fang Cheng, Cheng means "nothing has been accomplished".
I am 30 years old and single.
Apart from work, I like to climb mountains with my friends. I am a mountaineer.
We have basically climbed all the mountains suitable for climbing nearby.
I felt a little bored.
Suddenly someone in the group sent a message saying that they had found a mountain that no one had climbed before.
I looked at the person who spoke and I remembered him.
He had not spoken in the group for a long time before.
But I was very interested in climbing a mountain.
I contacted him.
There were seven people in total. It was indeed a rare mountain with great scenery.
It is hard to imagine that there are still mountains with such complete flavors nearby.
It is just a pity that we were hit by heavy rain.
In a hurry to take shelter from the rain, I saw a wooden house on the mountain where the forest ranger lived. The forest ranger was not there.
But his daughter was there.
We had dinner on the mountain, and the seven companions squeezed together to rest. I couldn't sleep.
I walked out, wanting to relax and see the scenery.
This place should not be far from the city.
I looked into the distance, but I couldn't see any lights.
Maybe the night fog was too thick today.
I thought.
The lights were still on in the ranger's cabin. Wasn't he sleeping so late?
I wanted to go over and talk to the young girl.
The window was not closed.
She was dressing up in front of a mirror.
I put out my cigarette and didn't disturb her, just waiting quietly.
She used an eyebrow pencil to carefully draw her eyebrows, using modern cosmetics and bright red lipstick.
It was so beautiful.
I couldn't help thinking in my heart.
Suddenly I heard a tearing sound, but I didn't pay attention, just thinking about my experience.
I have accomplished nothing. I have never really accomplished anything at this age. I can only focus on my hobbies to distract myself from the fact that I am a failure. I lost interest in chatting and wanted to turn around and leave, but the tearing sound became louder and louder.
I looked up and saw the woman with her back to me stretched out her hands, pulling her forehead and pulling it hard on both sides.
The face reflected in the mirror was torn off just like that!
The human skin with clean makeup was neatly placed next to it.
Under the human skin, there are bones.
It looked at me.
It couldn't help but sigh.
"What a good piece of skin."
......
Dang——
Wei Yuan placed a wooden box on a table in the museum, exhaled, stretched out his hand to adjust the position, and then reluctantly satisfied, stepped back, and looked at the wooden box that did not feel out of place among the various exhibits.
The soul of the Qi family army stood next to Wei Yuan.
The remaining four guys huddled together, far away from here, wishing they could run outside.
The wooden box contained the pair of red soft shoes with gold painting.
They were the things left by Wan Qiniang.
The original ferocity had disappeared, leaving only a pair of shoes with supernatural powers.
Wei Yuan knocked on the box, warning the pair of shoes not to go out for a walk or dance.
Don't even think about turning on the computer to listen to opera quietly.
Then he dripped a drop of blood on the lock of the box, which was considered a seal.
After the evil spirit on Wan Qiniang dissipated, he obtained the magical power [Infusion of Spirits]. Because he was the crouching tiger lieutenant of this generation, he seemed to carry something. His blood could be mixed with the effect of the magical power [Exorcism of Ghosts], and he had a certain ability to restrain strange powers.
Open the outermost security door, and then open the roller shutter on the window next to it.
It has been several days since I came back from Jiangnan Road. The autumn rains are getting colder, and the spring rains are getting warmer. Wei Yuan stretched himself lazily. Without the disturbance and threat of the demons, he could finally feel a little relieved.
He turned on his phone and found a recording.
Thanks to modern technology, he recorded the last song sung by Wan Qiniang.
Wei Yuan registered a new account and posted the audio to several major websites in Shenzhou.
After a while, someone left a message. Perhaps because the reviewer took the initiative to push this short audio to a more prominent position, many people clicked on the audio, and the number of views and comments increased rapidly.
All the messages were shocking and admiring, and the occasional sour words quickly disappeared.
"Front row, I want to ask everyone, who is singing this?"
"Fuck, I'm kneeling, the tone is so good!"
"My mom asked me why I kneel down to listen to music."
"I'm uneducated, I can travel the world with just one word of "Fuck"
"It's hard for the gods to come down to earth!"
Wei Yuan's mouth curled up.
Look.
There are still many people who like it.
There are constant private messages in the background of the account, some are praising, and some are from music companies. Wei Yuan ignored them all and closed them directly, then pulled a chair over, put it at the door of the store, and sat on the wooden chair.
In the headphones is a clear first-hand song.
This is the last song of the last courtesan of Jiangnan Road.
Some aunties who live nearby came out to buy vegetables, and some uncles went to play chess early. Suddenly, they saw that the Folk Museum was open again. The old men with strange eyes and strong spirits swung their arms and would rather walk around than walk through the door.
An old lady walked around for several times, and finally couldn't help but come over and said:
"Young man, you live here..."
Wei Yuan took off his headphones and nodded, smiling: "Yes, auntie, what can I do for you?"
The old lady looked up at the museum that had just reopened, hesitated for a long time, and said:
"Your room, it's not very clean."
"Take my advice, you'd better not live here."
Wei Yuan thanked her and smiled: "Thank you, but auntie, our modern society emphasizes science, where are there any ghosts and monsters? Besides, I'm young and have enough yang energy, so I'm not afraid of those things."
After seeing off the old man and the old lady, Wei Yuan squinted his eyes and leaned on the recliner, basking in the sun lazily.
He hadn't opened the file opened by the Crouching Tiger Waist Card yet.
From the name, Wei Yuan could vaguely guess that this file might not be that simple.
At least he was not in the mood to read it now.
Only when you lose something do you know how precious it is. After what happened in Jiangnan Road, he now feels that a peaceful life is the best. If it is not necessary, he does not intend to actively get involved in the affairs of demons and ghosts. Now he is basking in the sun, listening to the opera with his eyes closed, patting the handrails with his hands, and humming softly.
The song has not yet ended.
There was a sound of an engine starting in the distance, like the roar of a giant beast.
A motorcycle stopped in front of the museum in full view of the public. A woman in a leather jacket got off the motorcycle, took off her helmet, revealing her sharp and neat short hair and beautiful curves, and put the helmet on the motorcycle casually.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes upon hearing the voice, looked at the woman who was supposed to be a Taoist priest, and said:
"Officer Zhou?"
Zhou Yi smiled and nodded, saying: "Master Wei."
Wei Yuan wanted to explain that he was not the owner of this museum, but seeing Zhou Yi's appearance, he didn't care about this, so he smiled and ignored the question, took off his headphones, stood up and invited the guest into the museum, saying:
"I didn't expect Officer Zhou to take the initiative to come to my museum."
Zhou Yi said: "Thank you, by the way, I'll give you something."
She took out a three-foot-long wooden box from the side of the motorcycle and handed it to Wei Yuan.
"I've seen your sword, it's no longer usable."
"This is a thank you gift."
Wei Yuan opened the sword case, and inside was still an eight-sided Han sword, even with the scabbard. It felt heavy and delicate in the hand. Even if he wasn't in the state of driving the soldier's soul, he could still tell the texture of the sword. He couldn't help but say:
"Good sword."
Zhou Yi said: "As long as you like it."
"This was made by the Longquan lineage last year. The craftsmanship and focus can be compared with the swords of ancient generals. It is hard to find on the market. There happened to be one in the special operations team. I exchanged it as a reward for your life-saving grace."
Wei Yuan flicked the sword's edge with his fingers, listened to the sword's clear sound, brushed his palm across the sword, then put the sword back into the sword case, put it aside, and looked at Zhou Yi: "Officer Zhou, come here, it should be more than just this matter, right?"