The Buddha said that there were six paths in the world: Heavenly Path, Human Path, Hell Path, Asura Path, Hungry Ghost Path, and Animal Path. Six paths of reincarnation, karma …
"Everyone is recorded in the Book of Life and Death. Good and evil can be judged by right and wrong. If God doesn't open his eyes, everything is just not the right time. Hey, Miss, I see that your glabella is dark and unstable. I'm afraid that you've been plagued by rebellious matters recently. Why don't I read your palm for free …" A fortune-teller squatting by the Rainbow Bridge waved at a woman who walked past him. Just from her back, he could tell that she must be a very good woman. She had a slim waist and long legs, black stockings, denim hot pants, and knee-high boots.
The woman acted as if she hadn't heard him. She didn't even slow down and continued walking. The fortune-teller shrugged his shoulders in disappointment. He rubbed his hands together as he watched the woman's round and wriggling butt and swallowed hard. It wasn't until the woman was out of sight that the fortune-teller turned his head and looked at Du Kang, who was leaning on the railing of the bridge and looking at the street view.
Du Kang and the fortune-teller looked at each other and confirmed that he wasn't the right person. Du Kang smiled and waved his hand. "Brother, I don't read fortunes."
"Young man, I see that you've been here for a long time. Who are you waiting for?"
Perhaps the fortune-teller was bored because he couldn't get any business, so he simply walked over to Du Kang and chatted. "I'm not waiting for anyone.
I just woke up with a few buddies yesterday, so I came here to get some fresh air. "Du Kang felt a little cold. He rubbed his arms, turned around and leaned against the bridge railing. He looked at the fortune-teller from head to toe. The fortune-teller was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was very ordinary, so ordinary that he wouldn't be found in a crowd. His messy hair covered most of his face, and he wore a wrinkled old Taoist robe stained with sand. His hands were very rough and big. If there was anything special about him, it would be that his skin was very pale. He was sweating from head to toe and his clothes were wet and stuck to his body as if he had just been fished out of the water." Brother, are you very hot?
Why are you sweating so much? "
"That's how I am. How about it? Little brother, do you want one?"
The fortune-teller took out a box of Golden Leaves from his shirt pocket and stuffed one into his mouth before handing it to Du Kang. Du Kang took a look and realized that the cigarette box was soaked in sweat. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that water could be squeezed out of the cigarette box. Furthermore, there was a moldy smell. How could this cigarette be smoked?
Du Kang quickly waved his hand and refused. He said with a smile, "No need. I don't smoke or drink."
"Hehe, if you don't smoke and don't drink, you'll lose a lot of fun in your life."
The fortune-teller had a damp cigarette in his mouth. He held a lighter in his hand for a long time but couldn't light it. In the end, he gave up smoking in a fit of pique. He stuffed the cigarette and lighter back into his pocket and let out a long sigh. "Damn it, I still can't light it."
"Brother …" Du Kang had thought that the fortune-teller was quite agreeable to him, so he decided to read his own fortune to support him. However, when he turned his head, he saw that the fortune-teller was staring straight ahead. Following his gaze, he saw a pair of young people walking over. It was a man and a woman, both in their early twenties. From the looks of it, they seemed to be university students. The boy was holding a large stack of hundred-dollar bills and a pair of joss sticks, while the girl was holding an enamel basin in her trembling hands. The two of them were looking around nervously as they walked over. The little girl was holding onto the boy's arm tightly, her face filled with fear and unease.
"Why? Do you know them …?" Du Kang pointed at the boy and the girl and turned to ask the fortune-teller beside him. However, there was no fortune-teller beside him. There was a large puddle of water under his feet. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the boy and the girl, only to find that the fortune-teller was standing behind the boy and winking at him.
"How … How did he get there?"
Du Kang felt a chill run down his spine, and he instinctively took two steps to the side. He watched as the fortune-teller suddenly grabbed the boy's hands from behind, and then pushed the girl to the ground. The banknotes and incense in her hands fell to the ground, and a gust of cold wind blew, sending hundred-dollar bills flying all over the place.
The fortune-teller ran over with the boy in his arms. As he got closer, Du Kang could see more clearly. The fortune-teller's entire body was drenched. There wasn't sweat on his body, but the stench of the river water mixed with mud and sand. It flowed out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, and flowed all the way to the bridge. It was only then that Du Kang realized that the fortune-teller was lying on the boy's back, his arms holding the boy's hands. Looking down, there was no stomach or legs, only exposed ribs and a tangled mass of intestines wrapped around the boy's legs.
"Hahaha … hahaha …" The fortune-teller's head turned 180 degrees to his back, and he grinned at Du Kang, who was paralyzed on the ground in fear.
It would have been better if he hadn't laughed, but when he did, his mouth split open all the way to his ears. His white flesh was torn open, and black liquid flowed out of his mouth. The sound of bones cracking was enough to make one's teeth ache.
Seeing such a horrifying and disgusting scene, Du Kang did not know where he got the strength to run. As he ran, he heard the sound of water splashing behind him, followed by a noisy commotion. Du Kang turned his head to look and saw a group of people surrounding the bridge. They were all looking at the river. It turned out that the boy had already jumped in. He did not struggle in the water for long before he sank straight to the bottom of the river, leaving only ripples on the surface!
"Water … water ghost!
Get me a body double! "
Since young, Du Kang had heard his father tell him these kinds of nonsense stories to scare him. He was quite scared when he was young, but now he just listened to it as a joke. He never thought that he would really encounter one today, and that he would actually chat with a water ghost for a long time. "Oh my god!"
Du Kang forcefully wiped the cold sweat off his face. He felt his legs go weak and he fell on his butt. He panted heavily and felt his heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of his mouth.
"Little brother, look at you. It's so hot. Do you want me to help you cool off?"
A sweet voice came from behind him, and at the same time, a soft, cold hand was placed on Du Kang's shoulder. It slid down and pressed on his chest, its sharp nails scratching gently. Du Kang clearly felt two soft and bouncy things sticking to his back.