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Ghostly Encounters Author: Tianxia Bachang

If you walk on the dark too often, you're bound to encounter ghosts.

I experienced strange things when I was a child, and these experiences have had an immeasurable impact on my life as an adult. If you really want to know why all of this happened, I can only smile and tell you that perhaps it was fate's arrangement.

There's a saying: "In the dark of the tomb, ghosts bend the walls; at the crowing of the rooster, at the fifth watch, ghosts possess you." This describes the strange occurrences in deep mountain tombs, many of which are deadly, while others are even more terrifying than losing one's life.

I was forced to lose my job and wander to a foreign land. In my predicament, I had no choice but to rent a cheap house to live in. I never expected that this haunted house built on an ancient tomb would have a terrifying past buried underground...

I wandered through winding tomb-raiding tunnels and dark, ancient tombs, teetering on the brink of death several times. After narrowly escaping with my life, I returned to the surface and, together with my companions, finally destroyed the centuries-old corpse in the demon coffin. However, this was only the beginning. Ten years ago, a master tomb raider returned from America with a shocking secret. My companions and I followed the trail south. The Miao people's Gu poison, the mystery of the people carrying the sky lanterns, the cruel torture of slow slicing on the snow-capped mountains, and the towering mystery hidden behind the black flame lamps—all of this forced me to enter an ancient tomb from a thousand years ago. And this was only the beginning…

When you're walking, you might find yourself lost in a maze. By the time you realize you're lost, you might already be on the verge of death. So remember: never walk alone in the dark, and never walk behind someone who isn't there.

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If you walk on the dark too often, you're bound to encounter ghosts.

During a business trip, I unexpectedly acquired a strange feng shui book, which forced me to lose my job and wander in a foreign land. I rented a cheap house to live in, but I never imagined that a terrifying past was buried beneath the ground of this house...

The woman's portrait nailed to the coffin, the skinned corpse in the demon coffin, the audacity of the tomb raiding gang, the persecution by the Miao people with Gu poison, the mystery of the person carrying the sky lantern, the inside story on the snowy mountain on the border, the feeling of witnessing the torture of slow slicing... all these eerie and terrifying things that followed originated from this haunted house built on an ancient tomb.

The mysterious haunted house has haunted me ever since, leaving me with nightmares that I can never shake off...

The bizarre tomb raiding adventures added an unexpected and vibrant chapter to my experience...

When you're walking, you might find yourself lost in a maze. By the time you realize you're lost, you might already be on the verge of death. So remember: if there's no one behind you, don't walk alone in the dark.

The following is a true story that I experienced firsthand.

Chapter One: Fairy Skin

My name is Feng Yixi. I've always found this name strange. Yixi, doesn't that mean I'll die soon?

I asked my parents why they gave me this name. My father said, "You always have nightmares. That year, your uncle came from the countryside and took your birth chart back with him. Not long after, he brought a very skilled fortune teller to our house. I begged him to do a proper fortune telling, and that's why we specially changed your name to this."

I asked again if the name was good. My dad asked me back, "Isn't it good? It sounds good and sounds stylish. The fortune teller even said that you have a special connection with this name and that changing it to this name will save your life."

From that time on, I never understood why having a strange name could save my life. However, I did find out one thing: the old man who named me, who was like a demigod, lived in Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi. His common name was Zhang Daolin, and most people called him Zhang Tianshi. He was already an old man in his fifties when he named me. I secretly remembered all of this and always wanted to find an opportunity to ask him about it.

I'm currently facing some troubles, and these troubles stem from an experience I had as a child, an experience that is connected to my dream.

2. Ghostly Encounter

Dreams are naturally diverse and bizarre.

When I was a child, I asked someone: "Have you ever dreamed about dead people?" The person hesitated for a moment and said: "Of course I've dreamed about dead people."

Have you ever dreamed of a lot of dead bodies? Like a huge pile of them tangled together, stacked haphazardly in a big pit, and you're squatting by the pit.

The man chuckled, patted my head, and said, "You little brat, what nonsense are you thinking about?"

I asked this because when I was a child, I had the same dream several times: I ran into a pine forest, a huge, dark forest, and there was always an old man squatting under the trees, picking up pine cones and needles and arranging them into little human shapes. I would look at them in order, like reading a comic book, but I never understood what these little figures were doing. The old man just arranged them so realistically and interestingly that I always enjoyed watching them.

The old man smiled kindly and said, "Isn't it fun? Let me tell you what these little people are doing."

Every time, halfway through his story, the old man would look up at the sky and say worriedly, "Sigh, it's almost time. I have to go. Don't forget what I've told you."

The old man stood up and walked away. I followed behind. After a few steps, a large pit appeared in front of us. The old man, as if he hadn't seen it, jumped into the pit and disappeared immediately. When I chased after him, I saw that the pit was full of all kinds of dried corpses, at least several hundred, including old and young, all sorts of appearances, piled up in a messy heap. I immediately burst into tears, and the dream ended.

When I woke up crying, it was always just before dawn. My parents were still fast asleep, and no one was there to take care of me. So I could only stare at the window, hoping that it would get light soon, muttering to myself, "No skin... no skin... so many people have no skin..." The corpses in the pit really did have no skin, every single one of them. It left a deep impression on me. But I completely forgot what the old man had said as soon as I woke up. I didn't remember anything at all.

My family worked in a third-line factory. Due to national defense needs, many military factories were relocated to remote mountain forests in 1958, supposedly for safety reasons. So, the place where I grew up and went to school was a remote mountain valley far from the city.

The children of factory workers could take over as workers after graduating from high school. So the academic atmosphere at my family's high school was never very good. My parents then asked me to try my luck at the county high school to see if I could get into university. That's how I ended up going to the county high school, which was also close to my hometown in the countryside. That year was 1986.

The academic atmosphere at this key high school in the county is very positive, but it doesn't suit my habits at all. Especially in the senior year, when everyone is rushing to cross the single-plank bridge, the pressure is immense. One night, I couldn't bear the exhausting evening self-study, so I slipped out of the school gate alone to wander around.

The high school I attended was in Qilihe, a town in the county, also known as Dadongguan. A little further past Dadongguan, there was a regimental headquarters. My fifth uncle worked there as a cook. As I was strolling around, I was almost at the regimental headquarters. It was a moonlit night, and I thought I might as well stay at my fifth uncle's place for the night.

Suddenly, I spotted a cute white rabbit lying motionless in the middle of the road. On a whim, I tried to catch it, but it ran away as soon as I chased it. When I stopped, the rabbit stopped too. In no time, we were off the main road, winding our way into a ditch until a fairly new tiled house came into view. I followed the white rabbit into the empty house, and it jumped into a hole and disappeared. That's when I realized I was lost. I was quite far from the regimental headquarters, and it was pitch black everywhere, so I couldn't see anything clearly. I felt a little uneasy, but not scared yet. I was just struggling to find my way, unable to remember where I was.

What was supposed to be a moonlit night had turned into a dark, starless night. I followed the path I had come from and it took me almost half the night to finally find my way to the regimental headquarters. Luckily, my fifth uncle was a light sleeper, and after I called him a few times, he got up and opened the door for me. I told him about the white rabbit, and he frowned and said, "This isn't a white rabbit at all; it's a 'fairy skin.' As the saying goes, 'A thousand years of black, ten thousand years of white.' The fact that you've encountered a white rabbit means you're very lucky."

I quickly asked my fifth uncle what "fairy skin" was. I'd never heard of it before.

Uncle Wu patted my head: "The one you encountered was a fake white rabbit, also called a fairy rabbit. White fairy rabbits are the rarest. No one around here has ever encountered one before. You are the first. The older generation knows that encountering a fake white rabbit in the moonlight usually means good fortune and wealth. The house that the white rabbit hid in, hehe, there must be something there, definitely a big treasure hidden inside. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Go to sleep now!"

The next morning, after my fifth uncle found out roughly where I had encountered the fake white rabbit, he rode his bicycle to take me back to school without saying a word, which made me very suspicious. When we arrived at the school gate, I jumped off the bicycle and couldn't help but ask, "Fifth Uncle, why didn't you say a word? Did I say that place was wrong? If you're going to dig for some treasure, can you take me with you? Didn't you say I'm lucky?"

3. Ghostly Encounter

Uncle Wu didn't say anything, just waved for me to hurry back to school. His face was ashen and looked very gloomy, but I'd known him since I was little and wasn't afraid at all. I kept pestering him to agree, and finally Uncle Wu said, "That place is no good, you can't go there. To be honest, that house is haunted. Nobody dares to go near it. You're lucky you didn't die there last night. Let me tell you, if you ever come to the regimental headquarters to find me again, you're absolutely not allowed to go off the main road. Listen to me, or I'll beat you up!"

Three or four days later, the more I thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. How could I have run into this? It just so happened that tomorrow was Sunday, the only day off I could have in a month, so I ate dinner early and went straight to the regimental headquarters to find my fifth uncle.

When I arrived, my fifth uncle wasn't there. I waited at the door for a long time before I saw him riding back on a bicycle with a stranger. My fifth uncle was clearly taken aback when he saw me waiting for him at the door, but the stranger remained calm, greeted me briefly, and then pulled my fifth uncle inside to drink together.

This stranger was strange. I felt uncomfortable as soon as I saw him. His clothes weren't very nice either. Back then, students like me were all wearing green military uniforms, baggy military trousers, and yellow rubber shoes. I was wearing white sneakers, my newly bought Warrior brand. But this stranger was wearing a gray suit jacket over his green baggy trousers. Even though his clothes were clean, they looked very sloppy. He also had a foul odor emanating from him. It wasn't the smell of sweat, but a cold, dead smell. My fifth uncle didn't seem to care and kept drinking and talking with him.

Later I understood that they were going to that house to find treasure that night. I arrived just in time, and I immediately perked up, begging to go with them.

The stranger, whom Uncle Wu called Chen Lianzi, was a rather mysterious cellar digger in the surrounding area. In our countryside, every family digs sweet potato cellars, and a cellar digger is someone who is very skilled at digging sweet potato cellars. However, according to Uncle Wu, this Chen Lianzi cellar digger was not only quite skilled at digging cellars, but also knew many other things. I didn't know that at the time, but if I knew now, I would understand that Chen Lianzi was just a grave robber!

Chen Lianzi persuaded Uncle Wu to take me along. He thought, "How can two adults not keep an eye on a sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid like me?" He solemnly patted his chest and guaranteed that I wouldn't cause any trouble. Uncle Wu thought that I was lured there by the fairy skin, so I must be quite lucky. So he reluctantly agreed.

Chen Lianzi and Uncle Wu chatted for about three or four hours until it was completely dark. They each carried a woven bag and went out. I changed into Uncle Wu's yellow rubber shoes and followed behind him, heading towards the house I had been to before. Along the other side of the ditch was a series of low hills. It took us more than two hours to reach the end. These low hills were much taller, and under the moonlight, they looked solemn and majestic. The empty house that no one lived in was built at the foot of the hill where the river flowed.

I asked my fifth uncle what a "fairy skin" was, and how lucky one must be to encounter one. My fifth uncle said, "Fairy skin is our local dialect. It's all about fate. It usually appears around large tombs. Following a fairy skin can lead you to either a secret door to the tomb or a treasure hidden during times of war. In any case, encountering a fairy skin is always a good thing!"

Chen Lianzi also said, "Yes, Lao Wu, in our line of work, I've heard that some people specialize in raising white rabbits and roosters, but I've never heard of anyone using these things to find any great tombs."

Once inside, the three of us felt that the house was cold, dark, and spacious. We almost got lost after walking around for a while. Chen Lianzi used a tinderbox to light the way. Many people can make this thing, but Chen Lianzi's was obviously of much better quality. He blew hard on it, and a small flame rose up. I asked him why he didn't use a flashlight.

Chen ignored me, sweat dripping down his forehead. He whispered to Fifth Uncle, "Fifth Uncle, you only said it's a haunted house, why didn't you explain more clearly! Such a powerful deception could only be done by my master himself. Look, on the roof beam!"

My fifth uncle and I looked up and were immediately startled. Do you know what I saw?

There are five deep knife marks on the main beam of the house!

Chapter Two: Five Ghosts Crushing the Corpse

We have a custom here: if someone hangs themselves in their own house, a vertical cut is made on the roof beam; if they hang themselves in someone else's house, a horizontal cut is made on the roof beam. This house will then be considered a haunted house. The cut also signifies separation from the hanged ghost, meaning the house has been turned into a haunted house, and people shouldn't cause trouble in the house anymore.

On the thick roof beam in front of us, three vertical and two horizontal deep knife marks tell us that three owners and two guests once hanged themselves here! It's probably the most extreme example of a haunted house.

Having come to this point, my fifth uncle had no choice but to ask me where the white rabbit that led me there had disappeared to. He meant that I should find that place and see if I could make any money. If not, I should go home as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen problems or attracting bad luck.

I hesitated for a moment, then led them to the place. It turned out to be a burrow, a very ordinary one, which was nothing special except that it was several times larger than a rabbit hole.

Chen Lianzi, true to his reputation as a cave dweller, examined the hole carefully for a while and told us that it must have been dug by man and could not have been natural. He insisted on going in to take a look.

My fifth uncle was worried about my safety and refused to go down no matter what I said, so the three of us were stuck at the cave entrance.

Just as we were filled with surprise and doubt, a sharp "meow" rang out, almost snapping the three of us off guard.

A large yellow cat crouched in the corner of the room, watching us. Uncle Wu said in a trembling voice, "Dogs bring wealth, cats bring filial piety, and a meowing cat means no good news."

Chen Lianzi said with a bitter face, "Yes, yes, dogs bring wealth, cats bring filial piety. When a person dies, their body will emit a foul odor that only cats can smell. If a cat is coming to show filial piety, it can't be happening to us, can it?"

In the darkness, the cat's green eyes gleamed menacingly, sending chills down our spines.

Uncle Wu couldn't help but ask, "What do we do now? Should we go back? I didn't know so many people had died in this house. Besides, they all hanged themselves here. It's probably not a good thing!"

Chen Lianzi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Oh, wait, Lao Wu, look at that cat's eyes. Are they rolling upwards or downwards? I feel like the cat's eyes are rolling upwards."

I looked closely, and to be honest, I really couldn't tell. The cat's eyes were round and didn't look like human eyes with whites. Who knew if it was looking at the sky or the ground? Just as I was about to make a laugh, I heard Uncle Wu shout, "Xizi, run!" He grabbed my clothes and pulled me backward.

Chen Lianzi had already run out, and Uncle Wu was pushing me to keep up. Suddenly, the red dot jumping on Chen Lianzi's hand stopped moving. Uncle Wu and I finally caught up with him. We saw a lamp embedded in the wall, a black lamp!

Chen Lianzi was so frightened that he turned pale and didn't dare to touch the dark light. He led us carefully around the dark light and made a hasty escape.

This old house was also strange. I don't know what the owner's purpose was in building the house in such a winding and bizarre way, with thousands of doors and windows intertwined together. We used a lot of effort and ran for a long time before we finally got out of the old house and stood by the ditch, panting heavily.

Taking advantage of this moment, I asked Uncle Wu, "Why did you pull me away and run away when I was looking through the peephole? I didn't notice anything wrong."

Chen Lianzi chimed in, "Whether the peephole looks upwards or downwards makes a huge difference. This house is incredibly eerie; they say haunted houses have thieves and dead people hiding treasures. If the peephole in a haunted house is turned upwards, it means the dead are checking how much longer you have left to live; if it's turned downwards, it's a sign of great fortune. Hurry up and start digging! The treasure they've been hiding for years is ours to claim! I saw the peephole was turned upwards just now, and I knew this trip was going to be a waste. What's more, seeing the dark made it even scarier. Luckily, we ran fast. Don't say anything more, let's go home!"

Then the three of us went back to Uncle Wu's house in silence. It was almost dawn, and we slept soundly for a long time. This matter remained in my heart. The college entrance examination was approaching, and the heavy review took up most of my time, so I didn't go to Uncle Wu's place to play anymore. I had almost forgotten about this incident.

I was admitted to university as I had hoped, and it was great. A junior college in Beijing accepted me. Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I am about to graduate. During the summer vacation, I always felt that something was on my mind that hadn't been resolved. I stayed at home for a few days out of boredom, and finally decided to go back to my hometown to see my fifth uncle.

I was already in my twenties, so I bought a ticket by myself, said goodbye to my parents, and went straight back to my hometown to find my fifth uncle.

My fifth uncle was very happy to see me. He kept praising me, saying that I had grown into such a big kid in the two years since he last saw me, and that I had even been admitted to study in Beijing. He said it was amazing!

After dinner, I kept thinking about the haunted house and thief cat in Dadongguan, so I asked Uncle Wu if anything strange had happened since then. That's when I learned that Chen Lianzi, unwilling to give up, had arranged to go down there again with Uncle Wu in private, but they still came back empty-handed and almost lost their lives.

Chapter Three: Black Flame Lamp

Like a wolf's eyes, a cat's eyes are said to be able to let in light. At night, they emit a green glow, and I heard a muffled sound, a low hissing from the cat's throat.

Chen Lianzi coldly ordered, "I'm going to break this Five Ghosts Crushing Corpse Coffin now. To be honest, I don't have much of a chance of success. It's just a little better than waiting to die. Fifth Brother, you must do as I say, understand?"

I was stunned. I stood there watching Chen Lianzi pull things out of his pocket: yellow talismans, small flags, and several pieces of broken old jade. He laid them out on the ground one by one, then took out a gleaming short knife and, with a whoosh, cut his finger, dripping blood onto the pile of items.

Chen Lianzi's instructions were simple: take these old jade pieces that had been dripping with blood and stuff one into the dark hole of each auspicious object. I thought it wasn't too difficult, so I accepted the task.

Chen Lianzi told me that this kind of inconspicuous old jade is called "dead jade." To those who know its value, this kind of jade is considered to be of extremely poor quality. However, in the eyes of tomb raiders, it is a treasure. This is because these scattered pieces of dead jade basically come from ancient tombs. Before they came into the light, they had been buried underground for countless years, absorbing all the corpse energy and yin energy in the tomb into the jade. Now that it is stained with human blood, it is used to counteract the corpse energy of the five ghosts crushing the corpse in the tomb. It is an excellent treasure. Yin energy and corpse energy will be absorbed by this piece of dead jade. If it weren't for these "dead jades," we would have definitely died on the spot.

After everything was ready, Chen said to me with a dry expression, "Fifth Brother, we haven't known each other for long, so it's not a matter of who harmed whom. This time it's my fault for being greedy and not anticipating the dangers in the haunted house. If we're lucky enough to escape, that's our good fortune. From now on, I'm quitting this business. If we're destined to die here, don't blame me. I'll carry you on my back on the road to the underworld. Sigh!"

Chen Lianzi paused for a moment and then said, "If I break this deadlock, I will definitely lose my lifespan. I might even die on the spot. I just took a look at these cats, and they are not kind. There are even some old cats that eat human flesh. Some of them have downturned eyes, which is auspicious. I can't explain it in a short time. I can only tell you that with my abilities, I can stall for a while and let you escape."

I was deeply saddened by Chen Lianzi's tragic tone, and staring at him, I couldn't say a word.

At that moment, as if someone had blew on the tinder, it suddenly burst into flame.

Chen Lianzi shouted, "Run! Run!" and shoved me out with a slap...

I was suddenly pushed and stumbled. Looking at the largest of the treasures, the lid seemed a little loose, and the cold, damp aura emanating from it grew increasingly heavy. The immense pressure made it difficult for me to take a step, and even breathing felt difficult. I saw Chen Lianzi swallow a yellow talisman, pick up a blood-soaked old jade, and move step by step toward the place where the yin energy was emanating.

Inside the coffin, a male corpse with his hair tied up stood motionless, his skin and flesh withered and dark. Black, cold air and a pungent stench emanated from his slightly open mouth. Chen Lianzi struggled to stuff the blood jade into the corpse's mouth. Only after the old jade was completely inside did I feel a little better. I hurried over to the other coffins and stuffed blood-stained dead jade into them.

Fortunately, Chen Lianzi's method worked perfectly. As soon as the jade was stuffed into the coffin, the lid burst open, and the male corpse inside rapidly withered. The muscles between the skin and bones seemed to melt suddenly, turning into a thick layer of black skin clinging to the bones. It withered and remained motionless, its entire body transforming into a hideous black skin. It had an indescribable eerie expression, somewhat like a sense of relief.

Unfortunately, I was unlucky. My throat became increasingly uncomfortable, hoarse and painful. It felt like there were many things stuck tightly to the walls of my trachea, like a big hand trying to reach out from my stomach, and countless small hands pulling at my heart and lungs. I couldn't breathe at all, so I could only clutch my neck and writhe on the ground in pain.

Just as I was struggling to survive, clutching my neck and kicking my legs, I saw Chen Lianzi limping over, dragging a black lamp in his hand, looking exhausted.

Chen's face seemed to be muttering something like, "This is a black flame lamp, a black flame lamp..." That's the word, a black flame lamp, that's right! I don't really understand what it means. Does it have black flames? What kind of lamp is that? Who's it for?

I didn't understand what it meant at the time, but as the darkness approached, my throat felt much better, and the hoarseness finally disappeared. I happily rolled over and got up.

Chen Lianzi was dragging a black lamp, an old-fashioned copper lamp. The base was a person kneeling with their hands raised, and the top was a round bowl-shaped lamp that emitted a dark golden cold light. It was a bit as long as the dry tobacco I usually used. I thought to myself at the time that it was much more exquisite.