【Bottle Evil】Tomb Raider

I couldn't hold back and laughed, but suddenly I was curious: Zhang Haike is also a chatterbox, but every time he beeps, Boyoufeng doesn't have any obvious reaction, why does little brother Zhang say something every time? , Stuffy oil bottles will have disgusting emotions, and they will flare up.Could it be that Brother Zhang has arranged a story about Poker Bottle?You can ask about it another day, although this little brother Zhang talks a lot, he is also considered interesting, and the Zhang family I know is more lively.My heart said I would give him a chance, so I said to Poker Ping: "Brother, let him tell, let me hear what stories he can make up."

Brother Xiao Zhang clicked his tongue: "Why are you just making up a story? You haven't heard it yet. When I was in Southern Xinjiang, I heard about it and almost saw it. The ghost market I mentioned is absolutely what you think. It's not the same thing."

I do know about the ghost market, and I have been to it. Speaking of it, there is still a historical tradition. It is said that it existed as early as the Song Dynasty.The normal market is during the day, but this ghost market is different, it is at night, the market opens at five o'clock and closes at dawn.Because it was in the dark night, the whole market was lit with lights, and the flow of people was surging. From a distance, the shadows of lights and people were intertwined, and it was really ghostly.In addition, it is said that there are people who buy and sell everything in the ghost market, and those who cannot be put on the table are always in the ghost market, and buyers and sellers often move strangely, and they buy things in the ghost market. If you look back, the seller may be gone.

Brother Xiao Zhang said: "The ghost market I'm talking about is not a trading market that is rumored in the market, but a supernatural phenomenon."

Supernatural phenomenon?The things I have experienced over the years are very bizarre compared to ordinary people, but in the long history of the Zhang family, there are more secrets and puzzles.To me, Zhang Qiling is like a mysterious symbol of the Zhang family, representing the secrets that ordinary people can't think of in their peaceful lives.Brother Xiao Zhang actually has his mysteries, but he is more vivid and interesting. This contrast between mystery and vividness attracts me objectively.

Thinking that there was no one else here anyway, I glanced at Poker Bottle, and he didn't intend to interrupt, so I asked, "What supernatural phenomenon?"

Brother Xiao Zhang seemed to be waiting for me to ask, he cleared his throat, and took a special look at Poker Finger, and Poker Face didn't tell him to shut up anymore, so he got excited.Said a long list in one breath.

I don't know if it was made up or not, but the ghost market that brother Xiao Zhang said is indeed a bit supernatural.

In the deep mountains of southern Xinjiang, there is fog all year round. There are always a few new moon nights every year, and people will see lights in the dense fog.The lights are erratic, neither bright nor dark, vaguely connected in a string, extending to invisible places, just like a market, this is the ghost market that the local people have heard of.

This ghost market is indeed different from the ghost market I thought of. The ghost market I mentioned earlier just looks weird, but it may actually be very lively, and there are real people trading.As for the ghost market mentioned by Xiao Zhang, anyone who enters it must have courage different from ordinary people.

It is said that the ghost market in the fog does not want money or any treasure, but the "anger" of people. Almost no one who enters can come out alive. Never came out again.According to local legends, only one or two people broke into the ghost market and escaped, but they were either crazy or stupid. People are alive, but they are unconscious, which is no different from death, and they will be more than ordinary people. Aging faster, eventually exhausted.

This brings up another very vague concept, what is anger?I said: "I'm very angry now, I feel like you're telling ghost stories. Since you can't get out, why do you want to go in?"

Brother Zhang stretched out a finger and shook it, and continued: "That ghost market can fulfill people's wishes, no matter what it looks like." He smiled as he said.

"This is a fairy tale again." I said, "Is it Aladdin's Ghost City?"

Brother Xiao Zhang seemed to have never heard of foreign myths and stories, and frowned: "Why do you like interrupting so much? I haven't finished yet."

I suddenly got a way to treat Brother Zhang. Compared with not letting him talk, not letting him finish speaking seems to make him more uncomfortable.

But when I think about it carefully, I can actually understand what he said.But every individual has a thought deep in his heart. If this thought can't be realized, he can't be reconciled to it. Day after day, after many years, he will always want to realize it.This kind of obsession reaches a certain level, that is the inner demon.

In this regard, everyone here, I must be the most professional.

Brother Xiao Zhang said: "If the ghost market has the ability to help these obsessed people achieve what they want, why not sacrifice their lives?"

I looked at Xiao Zhang's expression, and suddenly felt that his words changed my inherent impression of him. This is also a person with obsession, but he is better at hiding it.

But I didn't want to express my feelings with him at this time, so I asked, "Then what does it have to do with the Stone City we see in front of us!"

Brother Xiao Zhang said: "I told you not to interrupt, I was just about to talk."

I hold it back for now, and listen to him continue to say that the dense fog lingers all year round. Even when there is no ghost market, people often get lost and turn when they walk into it, so it is a forbidden area.But the strange thing is that in a certain year, there was a sudden rainstorm in the mountains for seven consecutive days. After the rainstorm, the sky was clear and the cumulus clouds dispersed, and the thick fog also dispersed. It was the first time that people saw the mountains and forests under the thick fog.

In addition to trees, there are countless stone statues in the forest.

No one knows who, when these stone statues were built, or where they were transported, but they are natural, as if they grew out of the ground.The stone statues have different shapes, and the body shape is not very clear, but the face is very vivid.People saw that the faces of these stone statues were men and women, old and young, with different expressions, and the more they looked at them, the more creepy they felt, because some people recognized some of the stone statues, and they seemed to be companions who had lived together.

"So, the people who walked into the ghost city turned to stone?" I asked.

Brother Zhang spread his hands and said, "The legend goes like this."

Zhang Haike said: "Is your legend reliable? You really didn't make it up temporarily?"

Brother Xiao Zhang said: "If it's fake, don't you think it's very similar to what we saw now?"

I thought to myself, what is the change, and another story?I didn't really believe in this legend in my heart. I turned around and looked at the stones near us. It was too similar to the story told by Brother Zhang.The stones stand there one by one, just like people turned into stones. They also have different shapes, and the clothes and movements are not easy to distinguish, but each stone face is clearly identifiable.

I looked at a few of them in a row, and suddenly felt a little scalp tingling. Although the expressions of these stone faces were all different, when I looked closely, I felt that they shared some common emotions.

Whether it's laughing, crying, angry, or dazed, I don't know if I'm following Xiao Zhang's way. I feel that behind these expressions, there is the same tone, which is sadness.

I pointed to a smiling stone face very close to us, and asked them, "Do you think that although this face is smiling, it will cry in the next second?"

After waiting for a long time, none of the three responded. When I turned around, I realized something was wrong.

Boyouping and the others suddenly switched states, and Brother Zhang also put away his laughing expression, and turned to me in a low voice: "Crying? I'm afraid I'm going to cry, so I'll show you how to cry."

I didn't understand it for a while, but when I looked at the stone statue again, I suddenly found a problem. Why does the angle of the stone face seem to have changed slightly?

This face was clearly facing Zhang Haike who was standing on my left just now, why is it facing me straight now when I turned around to say something?

I slowly took a step back, took another step to the right, and moved to the side of Poker Bottle. Then, I saw that face, which also turned to me very slowly but very firmly.

Brother Xiao Zhang said: "It's amazing, the stone is alive."

Zhang Haike also slowly approached: "Is it an agency?"

I pulled the oil bottle to block myself, trying to see if the stone face would still turn, and sure enough, it did.

So I said behind Poker-Face: "What's going on, you can take care of it, it keeps looking at me."