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When I was young, I was weak, so it was reasonable to say that it was a little bit cloudy. One weekend during the third year of junior high, I went to the Zijing Mountain Park with my classmates. In fact, there was nothing much fun about that place, it was just that in those days, if one did not want to spend money, they could only go to the park to play. They were all just playing around together and taking a few pictures.

In the years we were in high school, we went to the park almost every week. People's Park, Zijingshan Park, Bijinggang Park, Green City Square, as long as we weren't at home. After strolling around the park, there was no point, so everyone came out early to discuss what they were going to play for next. However, they were all shy and didn't have enough money for dinner, so they could only return to their own homes. I didn't want to go home so early, so I rode my bike, intending to read at Xinhua Bookstore, five hundred meters north of here.

Standing at the entrance of Zijing Mountain Park, one could see the big signboard on the roof of Xinhua Bookstore on the garden road from afar. It was just three to five hundred meters of journey. Logically speaking, under such clear targets, the chances of going the wrong way was close to zero. But the problem happened, I walked more and more strange, Xinhua bookstore's big signboard is in front of me, but no matter how hard I pedal, it will never get there. Ten minutes later, I stopped. The signboard of Xinhua Bookstore was still in front of me. A distance of five hundred meters was not even ten minutes on a bicycle. It was obviously not a reasonable distance.

As I turned my attention from the distant signboard to the surrounding streets, I realized that this was not the garden road heading north and south at all, but rather the Golden Water Road leading east and west. I was almost out of town. He looked up to find the signboard of Xinhua Bookstore, but he couldn't find it.

Actually, to this day, there were still citizens who got lost in this place. Many of them lived here for most of their lives.

The second thing that happened was a year later. It was related to the Western Profound Gate that the daily newspaper of Zhengzhou was working at, but it was even more strange this time.

My aunt's house is just west of the Zhengzhou Daily newspaper. I have taken this road since I was young, so I shouldn't have taken the wrong road. Moreover, this place is flat and flat with very few people. It isn't like the Violet Thorned Mountain Park where there are many forks in the road and the overpass. It was still reasonable to say that he had not taken note of his mistake.

I remember that it was noon of the same day. I went to deliver some local specialties to my aunt's family on my bike. I remember getting lost this time because I had just bought a new Casio watch, and when I left the house I checked that it was exactly one o'clock, and if I was right, I would be in my aunt's house in thirty minutes.

Nothing happened along the way, and there were few people on the road at noon, so I rode fast. As I passed the Zhengzhou Daily newspaper, I checked my watch. It was 1: 25. As long as I turned south at the next intersection, I'd be there in less than five minutes.

However, many times, strange things just quietly came to your side. When I turned south at the next intersection and rode for nearly twenty minutes, the tarmac beneath my feet somehow turned to gravel. In front of him was a field of wheat that stretched as far as the eye could see.

I was confused. My aunt's house isn't that far away. Why are there so many wheat fields in the city? Under such circumstances, I naturally didn't dare to continue walking forward. Looking left and right, all I could see were green wheat fields and a small patch of forest.

Fortunately, it was noon and I wasn't too afraid. Helpless, he could only turn around and ride back. Forty minutes later, he finally saw the building of Zhengzhou Daily. But no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't understand. It took me twenty minutes to get to the fields, but it took me a full forty minutes to go back the way I came. The way back was twice as fast as the way to go.

To this day, I have never been able to figure out whether it was a mistake on my part or an inexplicable incident. But all I can tell you is that I was absolutely sane at the time. As for the Xinhua Bookstore signboard that always appeared in my line of sight and the time when I came and went, I can only keep it hidden in my heart. If such a thing was said as though it was true, it would be mocked by everyone.

In Zhengzhou, there was a famous stink ditch called Jinshui River.

Legend has it that 2500 years ago, in the Spring and Autumn Period, in the current Zhengzhou region, there was a famous statesman who, during his 26 years in power, encouraged people to work well and did good deeds for the people.

After his death, Confucius, the great thinker, said tearfully, "Children are a gift left to us by the ancient times."

At that time, in memory of their children, the people all took out their gold and silver jewelry to bury them. The children of their children all refused.

The people then threw their gold and silver jewelry into the river. The river became golden because of the splendor of the jewelry, and from then on, it was named the Golden River.

Even though the ancient Golden River had such a beautiful legend, due to the problem of governance, ever since its liberation, the Golden River has never shone with the same brilliance as its name.

As for the river path, as the name implies, it was a path constructed along the Golden River from the stone bridge to the medical academy. Although this section of the road is not long, here, the two great arteries of China, the Longhai line and the Beijing line, meet on the road along the railway bridge and go in different directions.

The railway bridge was the so-called North Gate.

By this time, Zhang Shan and I had already reached the east end of the river road, which was located on top of the large stone bridge. As long as we followed the winding river path in front of us, it would only take less than ten minutes to reach the north gate.

Zhang Shan took out a plant from his bag that was about two inches tall. On the thin rod, there were only two maple leaf shaped leaves.

The strangest thing was that this plant was purple in color. The veins on its two leaves were light green and looked very delicate.

"What is this?" I took the grass and smelled it first. It actually gave off the fishy smell of a conversation.

"Judge grass." It was said that it was the result of resentment. This grass grew near the souls of many wronged people who had lost their owners. According to the elder in the mountain, as long as the judge saw this grass, he would know that there was a grievance in the vicinity. This was later known to the mortals, and many of the scouts had relied on this to investigate the case. " Zhang Shan said as he continuously rummaged through his backpack, taking out one item after another.

"Why do you want me to eat this? What's the use of eating it? Did you bring this from the mountains? " I still don't understand, what does this Judge grass have to do with me, I'm not a judge.

"In some places, there will be Judge's Grass. However, this kind of grass usually grows in dark places and most people won't be able to find it. This Judge's Grass was an extremely cold plant. If an ordinary person were to eat it, they would at least catch a cold and have a fever. If they ate it, it might cause them to be afraid of the cold and their body might become weak. But if you give it to a Palmprint Holder like you whose cultivation is not good enough to eat, hehe, then you will be able to see some rare things that you normally wouldn't see. "

After Zhang Shan finished speaking, he looked at me with a grin, and his expression was clearly saying: "Little brat, do you dare to eat it?"

"Seeing things that you normally wouldn't be able to see … You mean... A ghost? " I finally realized it and couldn't help but shiver.

Although I have seen Zhao Youde's soul and nightmares, they were, after all, in my dreams. He had a certain psychological advantage, so he was not afraid. Now, if I had to go to hell while I was conscious, I wouldn't do it!

I was almost tricked by this fellow, so I said indignantly, "Damn, don't even think about it! None at all! I won't eat it! "

Zhang Shan, on the other hand, wasn't worried at all that I wouldn't eat it, nor was he going to continue rummaging through his bag. He folded his arms across his chest as he looked at me, and lazily said: "Alright then … Since you don't care about your life anymore, what do I care? You're the only one who can see this ghost. It's fine if you don't eat it, I'll go back to sleep and just wait for the day after tomorrow to collect your corpse. " Saying that, he stretched his back and looked like he was about to leave.