Chapter 86:

July and a half is the day when dead souls go home to visit relatives. The ghost market opens before this. Ghosts passing by will stay here for a few days to exchange what they need from the living.
Fu Yun's deep sun was so energetic that his presence would disturb the ghosts. Shi Mu was anxious to dig out a knife from Zhou Zhi's backpack and cut his fingers, and wiped the bleeding blood on Fu Yunshen's face. She is a person of great yin, even if she is walking in front of the dead soul, the other party will not doubt it. Naturally, her blood can temporarily hide Fu Yunshen's breath.
Xia Hang retreated to the corner with a few people, took out the talisman he carried with him and gave it to Shi Mu, fearing that his voice would be heard by ghosts passing by, and suppressed the sound line extremely low: "Shi Mu, draw with your blood A symbol."
Shi Mu nodded, and after staining the blood one by one, he divided it among the three in turn.
The red lanterns on both sides are brighter. Some sedan chairs go far away, and some sedan chairs stop. The ghosts of the sedan chair lift off the ground and float around. Shigu sticks out his head and sees a stall on the side of the road. Tribute...
Even if she had eaten ghosts, she was shocked to see this picture.
After carefully retracting his head, Shimu tremblingly asked, "What should we do?"
Xia Hang looked at several people and said, "Zhou Zhi, is your performance walking?"
"Yes, walking, but very slow."
Xia Hang nodded, "An hour in the ghost world is a day in the world. The ghost market is only open for one day, so we have to find an exit before the ghost market closes, otherwise... we will become their tribute."
Zhou Zhi shuddered, "I, I, I... I dare not, I dare not leave."
Fu Yunshen slapped him backwards: "If you don't go, you have to go. We follow the sedan chair in front. Since they are going to visit relatives in the world, the direction they go is the exit."
Xia Hang nodded in agreement: "Remember not to speak, don't look around, Zhou Zhi, understand?"
Zhou Zhi drooped his face, "I understand the truth, but why do you not call me by name?"
Not much nonsense, a few people got up and followed the several sedan chairs in front.
When I got close, I realized that the paper man carrying the sedan chair was really terrifying, with curved eyes and eyebrows, and round red blush. They laughed strangely, shaking their steps, and laughing from time to time.
Zhou Zhi was almost frightened. I remember that when I was a child, the dead people in his hometown were all these paper figures. I didn't think it was scary at the time. On the contrary, they were a little cute. Now look at them.
Shi Mu was also frightened with weak legs, and what was worse was that she was hungry while her legs were soft, and the red sedan chair in front of her did not know which ghost it was. The sweet glutinous rice exuded made her greedy.
Shi Mu grew fluid in her mouth and couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She pulled Fu Yunshen's sleeves: "Can I..."
"No." Fu Yun, who guessed what Shimu was thinking, refused without even thinking about it. This is the ghost market, the business district of the undead, she is so bold to eat ghosts in other people's homes?
Shimu didn't speak, and stopped talking.
After she was silent, Zhou Zhi couldn't help but start to compare, "Do you still remember the ghost market story I told you before?"
Shi Mu nodded.
Zhou Zhi whispered: "After saying that Lai Zi spent all his savings, he wanted to go to the market to exchange money. How could he think of the hawker saying, "You have nothing to sell on you." After that, Lai Zi saw that the sky changed greatly. The lively market suddenly turned into a cemetery, and the stalls turned into lipstick wooden coffins. The vendors in front of him were full of maggots. Lai Zi felt that it was not good. He turned his head and was about to run, so he was pressed to the ground..."
Zhou Zhi’s lips were blue and purple: "That Laizi... was eaten alive by the ghosts. The hawker ate the two or two pieces of meat he had previously served. The one who gave him the title deed ate his liver and lungs, and the one who gave him gold ate him eyes , Not even the meat in the crotch. After Lai Zi died, all the silver that was spent became ingots for the dead." Zhou Zhi tremblingly asked, "You said, will we be eaten? ?"
At this moment, singing came from the sedan chair in front. A little girl sang with an ethereal and distant voice. In this deadly place, the immature singing voice is undoubtedly a reminder.
"Borrow a starlight, the pillar is on the road.
Cut a beam of moonlight and put it on as clothes.
The direction the wind blows is my sleeping hometown.
The direction I am going is far away from home.
The direction I am going is far away from home..."
"Fuck, can you stop singing this bear..."
A group of people were frightened by the ghost story, but the ghost in front of them still sang songs, and Zhou Zhi swears. As soon as he finished cursing, the curtain of the sedan chair in front suddenly opened, revealing a very gentle and moving face. The woman's watery eyes looked at them. Suddenly, Zhou Zhi stopped and stared in her eyes. Full of astonishment.
"Big nephew?"
Shi Mu called out softly, he didn't respond, and he couldn't move at all as if he was frozen.
The red sedan chair suddenly stopped along the road. Xia Hang yelled secretly. He held his breath and pulled Fu Yunshen and Shi Mu to hide in the dark. Zhou Zhi didn't move, but still stared blankly.
The woman walked down from the inside, followed by a man and a woman with two children.
She is very beautiful, wearing a red floral cheongsam, her black hair is in her arms, her skin is pale and snowy, and her lips are red. The two little guys next to her are also beautiful. The girl has two dark braids and her big eyes are squiggly. The boy is smaller than her, holding her hand obediently.
Shi Mu noticed that the feet of the two children were on the ground. They were... living people?
At this time, the female ghost had approached Zhou Zhi.
Fu Yunshen's face was gloomy, and he immediately dragged people, and as soon as he reached Zhou Zhi's hand, he heard him whisper in a low voice: "Mom..."
Fu Yunshen froze instantly.
mom……
mom?
Here Xia Hangyi and Shi Mu were also dumbfounded.
Shi Mu remembered that Zhou Zhi had said about the situation at home. At that time, he had blown up his mother's sky. At that time, he thought it was an exaggeration, but now it seems that his vocabulary is really poor.
His mother has the feminine elegance of a Jiangnan woman, and the literary atmosphere of a scholarly family, which is really good.
"Xiao Zhi, why are you here?" Mother Zhou was a little surprised, "You have not reached the end of your life, didn't you come here to seek death?"
Zhou Zhi had already been crying in a mess, where could he say something.
When Zhou's mother died, Zhou Zhi was still young, and she still didn't understand the sadness. After a long time, he thought of his mother's good. Every time his father beats and scolds him, he misses his mother more.
Zhou's mother was born in a scholarly family, and she taught her children to speak softly. Even if Zhou's sister had a bad character, she never blushed, but she was such a good person and was forgotten and abandoned by her father.
Zhou Zhi always thought that his mother had been reincarnated a long time ago, and whether he was reincarnated, he would not be able to see what his father did and would not be sad. But I saw it today and couldn't say a word in sadness.
The big boy cried miserably, his eyes aggrieved like a five or six-year-old child.
Mother Zhou was funny and distressed. She wanted to go and hug, but the mother and child are separated from yin and yang. If they are touched, one of them will always be hurt.
"You are all grown up, how come you still cry so much."
Zhou Zhi cried louder.
Shi Musheng was afraid that his cry would attract the attention of hundreds of ghosts, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it. When Xia Hang was next to him, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose and tears.
Mother Zhou chuckled, "Is this your friend?"
Shi Mu introduced politely: "Hello Auntie, I am Shi Mu, this is Fu Yunshen and Xia Hangyi."
"Half an hour before the ghost gate closes, you will be trapped here and unable to get out if you don't leave. I happen to be sending these two siblings back, so please come over and join me."
The few people are worried about how to get out. Mother Zhou relieved them of a big trouble by saying this.
The sedan chair is very small, so many people are a little crowded, especially they are the living, and they cannot get too close to the dead, especially the big yang people like Fu Yunshen, once they encounter the undead, it is estimated that they will end up dispelled.
Fu Yunshen naturally thought the same way. He looked at Shi Mu, his eyes flashed: "Shi Mu, it's better to..."
"Why don't you sit on Xia Hang's lap." Shi Mu looked at the boy with a smile.
Fu Yunshen's face was dark, and he sat on Xia Hang's lap with sullen eyes.
In this way, the space is large.
Zhou Zhi was next to Zhou's mother. After crying for a long time, his mood finally calmed down. He was looking at his mother with red eyes, a thousand words hidden in his eyes.
Mother Zhou smiled: "Did you ask me why I didn't go back to see you?"
Zhou Zhi nodded.
Mother Zhou said: "The souls of the dead want to visit their relatives, but they are returning to their homeland, which is the ancestral grave. Do you remember where I was buried?"
Zhou Zhi was stunned.
Mother Zhou smiled: "I go back every year and I can't see anyone..."
Her cemetery is in her hometown, and Zhou's family moved to the city early. No one usually goes there except to go back to the grave every year on Ching Ming and death day.
Zhou Zhi felt even more uncomfortable thinking that his mother was always alone.
"Oh yes, your sister visited me on the Mid-year Festival last year. She said you never had your birthday since I left, did you?"
Zhou Zhi did not start with: "Nothing is better."
Mother Zhou looked at him: "Birthday is only once a year, why not?"
Zhou Zhi pressed his lips stubbornly and said nothing.
Mother Zhou's eyes were a little sad: "Because of my death, isn't it?"
Zhou Zhi’s birthday was the anniversary of Zhou’s mother’s death. She had a car accident because she wanted to come back to celebrate his birthday. Even if this matter had nothing to do with Zhou Zhi, it was still a hurdle in his heart.
Mother Zhou took a deep breath: "Actually, when I gave birth to you, I had a dystocia. I gave birth for two days and two nights. The bleeding almost never passed. I always felt that my life should stop on that day, but the Bodhisattva wanted to ask me to bring you to life, so Let me come alive. So on your birthday, I went the way I should be."
Mother Zhou wanted to reach out and touch her son's face, and finally put it down, "Xiao Zhi, I'm dead, but you are still alive, and your days are still long, so I can't continue thinking about this."
Zhou Zhi shook his head and his eyes were red: "I'm worried, Dad doesn't worry about me." He cried again, "I... I graduated to be a soldier, so I'll test our place. Don't you like to be a soldier? When I put on the military uniform, will I see you with my own eyes?"
He was so uncomfortable, he only hated himself for not growing up for a few years, he wanted to show his mother, he never let her down.
"The ghost door is coming soon."
In the darkness, the incandescent light was dazzling.
The sedan chair stopped and Zhou's mother looked at Zhou Zhi with a pair of eyes, "I was thinking about going home for the last time this year, and then preparing to reincarnate, but...I still want to wait to see my son wear a military uniform."
She stretched out her hand and touched the head of the little girl next to her: "I have something to ask you last. Yueyue and Kangkang entered the ghost world by mistake. I hope you can bring them home safely."
Yueyue blinked, looking at Shigu timidly.
"Okay, go down now."
Several people got off the sedan one by one. Zhou's mother opened the curtain and looked at Zhou Zhi, her lips moved, and finally only said a few short words: "wear more clothes and don't catch colds."
After one last glance at Zhou Zhi, the curtain was lowered.
The sedan chair left in the opposite direction, Zhou Zhi stared blankly, and finally knelt on the ground, kowtow, crying.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the child wants to be raised but kisses.
If there is an afterlife, how great...
Just as Zhou Zhi was immersed in sorrow and couldn't help himself, Shimu and Fu Yunshen whispered: "Mother Zhou Zhi tastes like glutinous rice cake~"
"..."