The first entry, Minggu Ruins.

What?

The tourists exclaimed one after another. Several female tourists sighed with pity, covering their chests.

Visitors are complaining one after another, saying that they are really unlucky to encounter such terrible weather.

He reached out to her and said, "Hello, my name is Qi'an."

In March, by the seaside, the sky was gloomy, and the sea breeze blew fiercely, indicating that heavy rain was about to come. The usually clear water and fine sand on the beach appeared particularly gloomy and desolate under the shroud of layered clouds on the horizon.

Two people climbed up the winding stone steps towards the mountaintop. Along the way, there were tall kapok trees on both sides, with branches and leaves swaying in the wind. In this season, the fiery red flowers have not yet bloomed. As they approached the end of the stone steps, they gradually saw small white petals scattered on the bluestone.

Emo was taken aback and had to thank and accept it.

The enormous ruins before my eyes are shrouded in dark clouds, giving off an indescribable sense of gloom.

The tour guide chuckled and pulled out a large stack of items from the bag, finally getting to the point. "Everyone, please take a look. This stack of postcards records a poignant and romantic love story from the past. If you want to know the details of the story, please buy a set to take back and read slowly. You can also take it home as a memento. It's ten yuan per set, a cheap price with extraordinary significance!"

This is the third visit. The woman's hair was disheveled by the sea breeze, squinting her eyes, with a faint smile.

Strangers met on the journey, holding hands in the wind, as if it were the beginning of another romantic story.

Qi'an handed a set to Emo with a smiling face and said, "The drawings are pretty good and interesting. I'll give this set to you."

The tour guide started to gather the team and when he saw that these two people had no intention of leaving, he approached them again and said, "It's going to rain soon, there's nothing interesting inside, just old houses that have already been burned down. Shall I take you to the resort to have a look?"

The weather is not suitable for playing today, it's going to rain soon. The tour guide took the initiative to introduce enthusiastically, "These are all old houses, not much to see. Let me tell you, the really fun place is over at Hui Long Tan. The scenery there is beautiful, there's a five-star resort with top-notch room conditions, all of which are sea-view rooms. There's even a Thai ladyboy performance at night. If you two are interested, I can help you make arrangements or join a one-day tour group. You can take a yacht out to sea, rent a small boat for the two of you, and enjoy island hopping, fishing, gliding, and more... The scenery there is beautiful, there's a five-star resort with top-notch room conditions, all of which are sea-view rooms. There's even a Thai ladyboy performance at night. If you two are interested, I can help you make arrangements or join a one-day tour group. You can take a yacht out to sea, rent a small boat for the two of you, and enjoy island hopping, fishing, gliding, and more..."

The tour guide looked at the two of them with great interest. Having seen many tourists coming and going, it was rare to encounter such a remarkable pair. The man was handsome and tall, dressed elegantly, and looked very charming. The girl was petite and slender, with long black hair blowing in the wind, her eyebrows and eyes somewhat cold. Her deep, dark almond-shaped eyes were captivating.

I mean... this way of making money is a bit excessive. Emerson realized his mistake. After all, it was a gift given to him by someone with good intentions. It would be impolite to speak like this in person. However, he was still angry in his heart. "Even the deceased are not spared, and wild rumors are fabricated behind their backs. This way of making money is too heartless."

Qian was very interested, listening to the tourists' various bizarre speculations, always with a smile on his face.

Oh, how do you walk? Don't you look where you're going... The tour guide pushed the photographer away angrily, just as he shouted, his voice softened unconsciously because he had seen the person who bumped into him from behind, a beautiful girl.

What is a ghost? Suddenly, a gentle and pleasant voice came from behind the crowd.

A large group of tourists gathered in front of the gate pillars for a group photo. Some people eagerly surrounded the tour guide to listen to the explanation, while others scattered around to find a place to take pictures. Some even disregarded the danger and climbed to the top of the ruins' walls, standing high and making a "V" hand gesture.

The tour guide turned his head and looked at the girl, "Where is this beauty? Did you come alone? It's not safe. Why not join this gentleman and take a group tour together? Handsome man and beautiful woman, a romantic journey awaits!"

She hesitated for a moment, reached out and shook his hand, "My name is Emor."

The tour guide was walking briskly with his head down, and suddenly almost bumped into a person in front of him when he looked up. At the turning point of the stone steps, a tall kapok tree was leaning across with its branches and leaves, and there was a person on the steps holding a camera and looking up to take pictures. The person was too focused on taking pictures and completely unaware that he was blocking the way.

Oh my God, it's so cruel!

Qian then fell silent, with no response.

A young man and woman who are strangers to each other exchange a glance and politely smile.

Watching the awkwardness of the two, the tour guide secretly chuckled, stooped down to pick up their camera, dusted it off, "Fortunately, it's not broken."

Watching the tourists chatter away, exercising their imagination, Aimo crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaning against a camellia tree, her lips tightly pursed.

Ah, there's also a haunted house? Some tourists have been piqued with interest.

The two looked at each other, and the girl shook her head with a faint expression.

Looking at one postcard after another, Emma's face became increasingly ugly. "What is all this? It's a mess!"

The girl nodded, "It's okay, there is a place upstairs to take shelter from the rain."

Don't be so restrained, coming out to play is for having fun. It doesn't matter if we don't know each other, we can get to know each other while playing together. The tour guide greeted his tourists to keep up while persistently persuading, "Have you arranged your accommodation? The conditions of the hotels on the mountain here are not good. Why not come with me to see that five-star resort? If you're not satisfied, I'll bring you back."

Although Qian smiled, her gaze became deep and thoughtful as she stared at her.

The tour guide sighed, "Madam was brought back home. Not long after, a bloody incident occurred in the governor's mansion. It is said that Madam was thrown into a leopard cage and was bitten to death by the leopard raised by the governor."

The tour guide chuckled and pointed behind him towards the winding stone steps. "That's right, follow this path up to the largest old mansion on the mountaintop, and you'll find the famous haunted house."

The tour guide wanted to bypass him, but unexpectedly someone caught up from behind. The tour guide was bumped and lost balance, falling towards the photographer. The three people collided into a mess on the narrow stone steps.

The photographer's camera was knocked down to the ground.

Emo remained silent, turned his head lightly, the smile on his face faded, revealing an icy indifference that kept others at a distance.

The man smiled politely and said, "No, it's not."

A sea breeze swept by at this moment, with the sound of the wind whistling, blowing the falling petals.

The tour guide holds a microphone and explains while walking: "We are now at the seaside, with beautiful scenery. It was highly favored by wealthy people in the southern region during the Republic of China period. Initially, foreigners built villas here for vacation purposes, and later it gradually became a gathering place for the wealthy. Those who were able to build villas here were all prominent figures of that time."

Qianao is scratching his head, "Don't you like it?"

"Ah, elope!" The tourists asked one after another, "Did the elopement succeed?"

Emo turned around and saw Qi'an staring at her intently. This gaze made her heart skip a beat, feeling uneasy as if her thoughts had been exposed.

For a moment, the curious tourists fell silent, unsure whether it was the force of the wind that left them speechless or if they truly felt fear.

The man still maintains good patience, "Thank you, I have already booked the room."

“Is that the so-called haunted house?” someone shouted enthusiastically, braving the sea breeze.

The tourists burst into laughter, some shook their heads and sighed, while others dismissed it. The tour guide deliberately lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Finally, one day, the young lady and the general's son decided to elope."

However, the two figures had already disappeared within the overgrown vines of the abandoned mansion's gate.

Speaking too much to a stranger may lead to a false sense of familiarity.

The postcard is made of very poor quality paper, imitating the style of old monthly cards. The first card depicts a charming woman in a pink cheongsam, with rosy cheeks, seductive eyes, and an exaggerated voluptuous figure. The next one shows a dandy in a suit, holding a cane and a pipe, with red lips and white teeth, looking more like a woman than the woman herself. Then there is a rugged man with a full beard, wearing military uniform, a white tassel hat, holding a gun, and a fierce expression. The last one again depicts a dandy in a suit, holding a cane and a pipe, with red lips and white teeth, looking more like a woman than the woman herself. Then there is a rugged man with a full beard, wearing military uniform, a white tassel hat, holding a gun, and a fierce expression.

People turned their heads one after another and saw a man and a woman standing at the back.

Qian and Emo glanced at each other, turned around with a tacit understanding, and avoided each other as if avoiding locusts.

The tour guide had a great effect, and continued to vividly describe: "That was indeed a human tragedy. Shortly after, the cruel governor was also assassinated by political enemies. This villa suddenly caught fire and was burned to ruins overnight. Since then, there have been legends of ghosts here..."

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind accompanied by rain came, blowing the trees and branches, and the dark clouds above surged. The cool raindrops have already hit the cheeks. The sudden rain by the seaside startled the tourists, who hurriedly ran down the mountain.

Hello, there's a ghost inside! The tour guide shouted angrily, trying to scare the two ignorant backpackers.

The tourists also followed up with questions: "Yes, please tell us how the haunting happened?"

The crowd quieted down for a moment, and someone whispered, "How tragic."

Emo hurriedly lowered his head to conceal his emotions, "Perhaps I am too extreme. Thank you for the postcard, it's drawn very interestingly."

The tour guide finally revealed the truth. "It is said that when the governor heard the news, he rushed to the dock and indeed saw his wife and eldest son getting off the carriage together, about to board the ship and leave. The governor was furious and immediately fired a shot, accidentally killing his own son."

His hands are long and powerful, with warm palms; her hands are soft and boneless, with a hint of coolness at the fingertips.

The sea breeze is getting stronger. Several old houses are hidden in the dark woods. The mottled and faded roofs and walls, in the howling wind, reveal a sense of decay from another era. Some tourists disappointedly grumble, "Only some dilapidated houses are left. Where are the prominent figures?"

The tour guide became anxious and continued to promote for a while, but only two girls who were traveling together bought one set each. After wasting a lot of time and effort, the tour guide didn't gain much profit, which made him feel discouraged. At this moment, Qian walked up and bought three sets at once, finally bringing a smile to the tour guide's face.

The tourists, who were shivering in the sea breeze, were finally aroused with curiosity and surrounded the tour guide, asking about the origin of the haunted house. The cunning tour guide smiled and waved the microphone in his hand, "Whether there are ghosts or not, you will know when you go. Timid friends can stay here, and brave ones can come with me!"

The girl ignored his scolding, but repeatedly apologized to the photographer behind him.

However, the beautiful scenery in front of us was disrupted by the noisy tourist group.

The tour guide chuckled and deliberately kept the suspense, not answering, letting the tourists guess the ending.

The tour guide walked briskly at the front, secretly delighted that this group of people could be easily taken advantage of. He thought he could make a small fortune today. At the same time, he glanced at the approaching stormy weather and muttered to himself about this rundown place with only some old houses, wondering what there was to see. He hurried to finish showing the attractions and be done with it.

It seems like it's really going to rain. The man smiled and broke the silence.

Some tourists exclaimed in amazement, while others asked, "Where is the lady?"

The tour guide lowered his voice, and Sen Sen said, "It is said that people often see a ghostly figure in white clothes with long hair, drifting and wandering in the ruins. After midnight, she starts to cry and call out someone's name. Her miserable voice can be heard from afar... It is the lingering spirit of the governor's wife, still searching for her former lover."

The tour guide appraised the attire of these two individuals, and with his discerning eye, immediately concluded that they were two big fish with plenty of profit to be made.

The tourists are excited and follow the tour guide up the stone steps.

The tour guide stood on the porch, holding up a microphone, and began to vividly explain.

Two tall white camellia trees stand opposite each other by the roadside, covered in fragrant white flowers, with branches and leaves spreading out. The tea trees are taller than the porch, and it is unknown how many years they have grown here. ... Reminiscing about the past, the kapok was red like dye, the camellia was white like snow, and the lights were shining all the way, with the fragrance of clothes and the shadow of the temples filling the courtyard... The two of them were lost in their thoughts, letting the sea breeze blow their clothes and hair, unable to speak for a long time.

The girl gave him a cold glance, without a trace of smile on her face, which made the tour guide's joke fall flat.

This quiet scenic area is not well-known, yet someone has come three times in a row. The man became more and more surprised and curious, "Is this place so attractive?" The girl just smiled and didn't answer, seeming to be someone who speaks very little.

Thank you, I still have other plans, so I won't join the tour.

Friends of Holiday Travel Agency, please gather over here! The tour guide held a microphone and loudly called out to the large group of tourists behind him. The sound was amplified through the microphone, but was immediately blown away by the howling sea breeze.

Emo remained silent, then turned to look at Qi'an.

For those who have passed away, even if we don't like them, we should give them at least some respect," Emmer turned his head to look at the gray old house, his voice calm and soft, "An old house is also a piece of history. History should not be distorted and fantasized by ignorant future generations."

Emo and Qian turned back at the same time and said, "No need!"

Legend has it that the owner of this old mansion was a powerful warlord in the early days of the Republic of China. This person held a large military force and had complete control over military and political affairs. In short, he was very influential! This warlord married a much younger woman. It is said that this woman came from a humble background, but she had a notorious reputation and was an exceptionally beautiful woman. The warlord doted on her greatly and spent a huge amount of money to build this astonishingly luxurious villa by the seaside, naming it Ming Valley, as a wedding gift for her. Unfortunately, a shocking scandal occurred in this villa, as the young wife was found to be having an affair with the warlord's eldest son.

Qi'an Guan'er, clearly heard the four words "very interesting" said with great difficulty.

被豹子咬死?

The girl bent down to pick up the camera, and at the same time, the man also bent down. The two accidentally bumped into each other. The girl's forehead hit the man's chin. Both of them, one holding their forehead and the other rubbing their chin, looked at each other with a mixture of laughter and tears.

Qi'an seemed to have enjoyed listening, and asked the tour guide again, "Is that all?".

The tour guide ignored us and continued to walk forward briskly. "Everyone, pay attention. We have just visited five or six old villas along the way. The one we are about to visit now is the most poorly preserved and heavily damaged, but it is also the most fascinating. It has a mysterious legend..."

Emery frowned and looked at Qi'an, surprised that he was the one who asked the question.

The wind blows up the hem of his beige overcoat, also blowing up her jet-black long hair.

Seeing that neither of them was convinced, and with their own tourists urging, the tour guide could only force a smile and quickly walk to the front to give an explanation.

The petals were blown by the sea breeze, scattering their fragrance all over the ground, leading straight to the broken doorpost at the end of the stone steps.

The tourists surrounding him immediately dispersed, some taking photos, others resting, and no one was interested in ghost stories anymore.

Qi'an smiled good-naturedly, "Folk tales, you know, even emperors and immortals are often subject to fabricated wild stories, which is harmless."

Have you been here before?

A strong sea breeze blew by, causing people to stagger and the second half of the tour guide's words to be choked back into their throat.

The young man took the camera and thanked him. The tour guide took the opportunity to strike up a conversation, "Are you two together?"

The tour guide couldn't afford to persuade anymore, hurriedly caught up and urgently called on the tourists not to fall behind. He took a few steps and unintentionally looked back, only to see that the man and woman hadn't followed, but had taken shelter in the ruins.