The Dead Man Shows the Way

Night Road Soul Attractor The night spread over the crooked dirt road in the countryside. The moonlight was tightly covered by thin clouds, leaving only a few stars struggling to shine through. Ah Sheng carried the salt he had just bought from the town and hurried home. The evening breeze blew withered grass and brushed his ankles, making him feel chilly. As he turned around the old locust tree, he suddenly saw a rickety figure sitting on the roadside. The old man was wrapped in a gray cloth that had been washed white, and he was holding a polished wooden stick in his hand. His white hair was messy in the wind. "Young man, the bridge going south has collapsed. Let's take the path to the west." The old man's voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, and he pointed in the direction of the fork in the road. Ah Sheng thanked him and walked in the direction pointed. As expected, he didn't step into the muddy puddle and returned home safely. Early the next morning, he chatted with his neighbor about the old guide last night, but his face suddenly changed and the cigarette rod in his hand fell to the ground with a bang: "You are talking about Old Man Li at the west end of the village? He died three days ago, and I was the one who carried the coffin on the day of the burial!" The blood all over Ah Sheng's body instantly became cold, and he felt a chill crawling down his back. This incident is like a stone thrown into stagnant water, and it quickly stirs up a thousand waves. The next day, the grandmother from the east of the village returned home at night and said that she met Old Man Li who showed the way; then, young people working outside and forest rangers who kept watch at night claimed to have bumped into the old man who showed the way late at night. What's even weirder is that everyone who has seen the old people dies mysteriously within a few days - some suddenly fall to the ground in their own courtyard, some go fishing in the river and never come back, and their deaths are all strangely peaceful. There was an explosion in the village. The village chief was so anxious that he went to invite the most famous people from ten miles and eight towns all night.