Chapter 1, The Eerie Graveyard

Caihua threw two hundred yuan at the driver and said, "Just drive out of the city, damn it."

This guy has had his eye on me for a long time, as some very familiar travel buddies often boast about my daring exploits on YY, which left him greatly impressed. He waited for me on YY for half a month, and finally seized the opportunity to lure me in by pretending to be a woman.

The cauliflower spoke in a captivating and indulgent manner, with words that were quite lewd, resembling a comedic skit. The enthusiastic travelers from YY were highly engaged, applauding one after another

I got out of the car, opened the passenger door, and sat down. I threw a hundred yuan at the driver and coldly said, "Brother, my friend has a bit of a temper. If this continues to be so tense, it won't just be a matter of money."

My name is Qin Jian, and I am a psychologist. I have two hobbies in my life: drinking and exploring

It is evident that this grandson of Cauliflower is quite wealthy, with a Swiss watch, a gold chain, and an Armani suit; the entire outfit must have cost a considerable amount of money

"Doctor Qin, that female ghost's scream was truly terrifying..." Caihua shouted at the crowded exit of the airport.

Cauliflower was somewhat taken aback and retorted, "Who the hell said I am a woman?"

It is somewhat disheartening to go with such a lewd man as Cauliflower.

Listening to Cauliflower's captivating words, I was moved

I joined many paranormal travel groups, and over the years, I have traveled with them from domestic to international locations, including places like No. 81 Chaonei, Fenghe Library Village, and ancient castles. I have visited quite a few places, but aside from swallowing a mouthful of dust, I haven't seen a single ghostly shadow and felt no sense of horror or excitement, which has left me quite disappointed. Gradually, I have lost interest in exploration.

The taxi driver, upon seeing the two drunkards, was somewhat reluctant to take them. He lazily asked, "Where are you headed?"

The cauliflower caught fire, and I raised my fist to hit him. Damn it, why should I care about your business? Just drive your car.

I stopped in my tracks and thought, "Indeed, if I were to pursue women, why would I go such a long way? The main reason is that I truly want to see a ghost"

Cauliflower chuckled awkwardly and explained, "Doctor Qin, that, that is Fan Ye."

Upon reaching the suburbs, the driver suspected we were attempting a robbery, feeling somewhat uneasy. He stopped the car and asked, "Where exactly are you headed?"

Caihua said that the graveyard would only have the sound of female ghosts after midnight, and it was still early. This fellow took me to a four-star hotel, ordered fine wine and exquisite dishes, and treated me to a warm welcome.

"Hehe, Dr. Qin, women are only appealing in YY. I'm not trying to seduce you; can you come with me to the cemetery?" Caihua said with a lewd smile.

I don't know if it's just my curiosity, but I clicked into the paranormal traveler's guild that I haven't visited in a long time. Upon entering, I found a bunch of people chattering about their recent trips, claiming to have seen ghosts.

Among them, the greatest interest is in paranormal exploration

Perhaps making money is easy, but I always feel that life is becoming increasingly dull. Therefore, I choose supernatural adventures, seeking thrills in the midst of horror and terror

I spat a mouthful of wine onto this bastard's face, gritting my teeth as I uttered three words: "You are ruthless"

"Alright, stop embarrassing yourself. I'll go with you to take a look." I truly couldn't stand him any longer and helplessly interrupted him

This fellow pointed at his crotch, slammed the table, and began to curse in agony, "Damn it, last month at the bar, I arranged to meet a girl, but I didn't expect it to be toxic, which led to a case of cauliflower. To remind myself, I changed my online name to Cauliflower."

In a moment of excitement, I gave my phone number to Caohua, expressing my desire to hear her voice. However, Caohua stubbornly refused to talk, insisting that we should discuss it in person instead

I stepped forward and scrutinized the bearded man for half a minute. After confirming that he was not a woman, I widened my eyes and asked, "Friend, do I know you?"

Caihua began typing in YY to ask if anyone was forming a group to go, possibly because her account level was too low, and it was obvious she was not an experienced traveler. Most of the travelers were from the south, which was a bit far away, and after calling out for a long time, no one responded to her.

The next day, I arrived in City C. Just after getting off the plane, Cauliflower sent me a text message, saying to wait for me at Exit A

I felt a chill in my heart, and an unnamed anger surged: "What the hell, how did you become a man?"

I am too lazy to listen to his nonsense at hetushu.com, so I asked him why he chose the name Cauliflower.

In his words, friends who enjoy playing with women are easy to find in this era, but those who are fond of supernatural adventures are much harder to come by. I am precisely the confidant and partner he has always dreamed of.

With a loud bang, the driver turned off the engine, his expression changed drastically, and he stammered, "Brother, what are we doing at Wild Horse Slope so late?"

Cauliflower tightly grasped me and said: "Qin Ge, you have no interest in me, but what if the female ghost has no interest either? If there happens to be an opportunity to encounter her, wouldn't it be a pity to miss it?"

Caihua has a good tolerance for alcohol; when drinking with a confidant, a thousand cups are hardly enough. I usually do not have much life pressure, and I enjoy socializing with friends, drinking, and flirting with women. Therefore, I found a good rapport with him, and we quickly developed a brotherly bond, feeling as if we had met too late in life.

I said to the cauliflower, "I am asking you."

The driver shook his head and said, "Brother, even if you give me more money, I won't go there. Recently, there have been disturbances over there. A friend of mine had an incident there last time. I beg you, please don't bring disaster upon me, alright?"

Upon reaching Exit A, I saw a Kansai tycoon in the distance, wearing sunglasses, with a full beard, adorned with a shiny gold dog chain, and dressed in Armani, excitedly waving at me and shouting, "Doctor Qin, Doctor Qin, over here, over here"

The further we went into the suburbs, the worse the road became. The driver stopped at a small bridge, sweating profusely, and pointed to a dark, dense forest road ahead. He swallowed hard and said, "Brother, this is Wild Horse Bridge. After crossing this bridge, walk one mile in, and take a right turn onto a village path. You will reach Wild Horse Slope from there. I won't take you any further; that area is eerie."

I have rented a duplex in the provincial capital and opened a psychological counseling center, which is experiencing exceptional success.

While eating and chatting, I learned that Caohua is named Zhang Li, a second-generation rich individual who, like me, enjoys paranormal adventures in search of thrills

Upon hearing this, I secretly thought there might be something to it. It seems that this fellow Caohua did not deceive me; there really are ghosts at Yema Slope. This trip has not been in vain.

I privately contacted Cauliflower and quickly obtained this woman's photo

Damn it, I have no interest in you. I deleted the photo, turned around, and left. It turns out I got caught in a trap after getting all excited, which is really disappointing

At midnight, Cauliflower settled the bill and, pulling me along in a drunken haze, hailed a taxi

I have always had a fiery temper; if it weren't for the fact that this son of a dog is a head taller than me and not in the same weight class, I would have knocked him to the ground, leaving him searching for his teeth.

I can see that Caihua is quite intoxicated, so I quickly intervened to smooth things over, "Brother, I'll add another one hundred for you, just take us to the side of Yema Slope."

Among them, there was a traveler named Cauliflower who spoke in an astonishing manner. This friend did not have a microphone but typed at an extremely fast speed. He claimed to be from City C, and not far from his home, there was a graveyard. Every night at midnight, the sound of a woman's scream would be heard.

After speaking, I pulled out the saved photo of the beautiful woman from www.hetushu.com on my phone and shouted, "Does this look like you?"

The driver, seeing the tall and imposing figure of the man, had no choice but to accept the money. He muttered, "Going to Wild Horse Slope at this late hour is truly insane"

I said, "You are not a woman, why write 'female' for the YY profile gender."

I have always taken it as my mission to save women, whether they are female ghosts or have an interest in cauliflower, this journey is set in stone

I said it looks a bit familiar, damn cauliflower

Doctor Qin, I am Cauliflower, a member of the Adventure Backpackers Association.

The photo is beautiful, the pair of bright, expressive eyes of the cauliflower seem to speak, filled with warmth

Everyone knows that this is likely a ghost encounter. Two drivers were so frightened that they simply quit. At that time, it caused quite a stir at the taxi company. Everyone knows that after midnight, one must never pick up passengers at Yema Slope

It turns out that for nearly half a month, many drivers have been picking up passengers to Yema Slope at night. The passengers were quite generous, tossing around large sums of money. The drivers thought they had struck it rich, only to discover the next day that the money they received was all paper money used for the deceased.

I see that this driver seems to know a thing or two, and since there is still some distance to Yema Slope, I might as well let him tell me about the strange happenings.

The tall man nodded, gave me a bear hug, revealing two large yellow-black teeth, and a strong smell of cilantro wafted over, which was quite nauseating

Cauliflower then let out a satisfied burp and drunkenly said, "Let's go to Wild Horse Slope"