It was a remote hotel located in a small alley in a busy street. When he arrived at the door of the hotel, the village chief's mood was already extremely low. At that time, prostitutes paid for hotel rooms because they all had relationships with the hotel managers. The hotel where this sick woman took the village chief to was very shabby just by the appearance. The village chief felt very disappointed, but after all, the money had been spent, and leaving here would only make him lose more money, so He followed the woman up. He felt that he had been deceived by this woman - what else could a man and a woman do when they came to the hotel alone? There is nothing else besides that work. Fortunately, she had the nerve to say that she had any new tricks that she could show to herself. When the village chief was about to take off his clothes and finish his work and leave quickly, the sick woman looked at the village chief and smiled. She said, brother, if you want to do things directly, you can do it directly. I will listen to you, but if you are willing to listen to what the girl has to say, I hope you won't be so hasty. The village chief said impatiently, isn’t that why he came to this place to do this? The woman didn't speak, she just smiled, walked to the door, locked the door, turned on the lights and closed the curtains, with a mysterious look on her face, which made the village chief feel strange. Immediately she pulled out a small box under the bed. The moment the village chief saw the box, he suddenly remembered his past memories - because the box was exuding a familiar odor to him. The moment the woman opened the box, the village chief frowned and covered his nose. He looked at the sick woman with disgust - her eyes, which had always been cloudy and dull, showed excitement when she saw the contents of the box. The village chief finally understood why this woman looked like this. She turned out to be a prostitute who smoked cigarettes. Of course the village chief knew what a huge impact smoking would have on the body. He had heard his contractor tell him before that if he wanted to do this job, he must avoid smoking. Otherwise, once his body weakened, he would not be able to do this job. The village chief turned around and was about to leave, but who knew that the prostitute refused to let the village chief leave. She begged hard, saying that she would know the benefits of smoking as long as she tried it once. She didn't ask for much, just a sip from the village chief. If she still felt dissatisfied, she could return the money to the village chief. When the village chief returned to reality, he found that his limbs were limp, his whole body felt light, his voice felt weak, and at some point, the woman had taken off her clothes. In this way, that night, the village chief went to the hotel with a woman for the first time but did nothing. Moreover, it was also the first time he stayed up all night.When he returned to the construction site during the day, he was late, but because it was his first time, the contractor didn't say anything. He even made fun of him, saying that this old boy looked like a serious person, but he didn't expect that he was also a vulgar person. However, when he said this, the contractor seemed quite happy. Until this time, learning to smoke was still a secret of his own, but as he heard, it is difficult to quit smoking once you are addicted to it. The village chief tried to quit many times but ended in failure. Until one day, he couldn't bear it any longer, so the village chief went outside to spread hope and distract attention. When he came to his senses, he was already in Fengyue Place. He never thought that one day he would take the initiative to touch such a sick woman. When she arrived, she found out that he was the village chief, so she seemed to know everything. She drank a little wine with the village chief in a symbolic way, and then the two of them got up and headed towards the hotel in tacit understanding. This night was even happier for the village chief. In the days that followed, it seemed that going to the romantic place and being with the sick woman was his only motivation to live. He went to find this woman almost every day. The village chief can also feel the changes in the surrounding sight. Although no one said it, the village chief felt that many people had noticed changes in themselves. Because when he woke up one morning, the village chief looked at himself in the mirror and was shocked when he saw the man with sallow skin and deep sunken eyes. Because the first time he saw himself in the mirror, the village chief thought of the group of drug addicts whom he deeply hated. He felt very unwilling and embarrassed, but he no longer had the arrogance and self-esteem he had at the beginning. In fact, the village chief no longer had any confidence in quitting smoking and starting a new life. But it didn't take long for something unexpected to happen - one day the village chief went to the romantic place to find the sick woman as usual, but was told that she was no longer there. The village chief didn't react at first, thinking they were talking about the woman taking a break from work, but the waiter told him in a complicated way that the sick woman had died because of excessive smoking. The waiter who told the village chief about this knew that the village chief would name this woman every time he came, so he could guess the secret between the two people, so he bluntly told the story about smoking. He also said that the sick woman died the day before yesterday, and her body was wrapped in a garbage bag and taken away.This incident was a wake-up call for the village chief, and he also wanted to use this incident as an opportunity to quit smoking, but things were never that easy. From time immemorial, smoking has been something that people deeply hate. Once you are infected, you will never be able to quit. The village chief used to think it was just a joke, but now he is unknowingly the one in the drama. The death of the sick woman did not completely wake up the village chief, and soon he began to look for new partners. When talking about this, the village chief told me that the curse of the Underground Burial Master was told to him by the next person he met. At that time, in order to find companions, he found a group of guys who smoked together in a brick house. But when the village chief went there, the number of people was already much smaller than at the beginning. Some had died, some had left, and some could not come because they had no money. Those who come with black boxes every time are naturally the ones selling tobacco cream. And since one cigarette bubble can only take two puffs, even if the number of people is small, it is far from enough for seven or eight people to smoke one cigarette paste. Everyone contributes the money together, and then everyone smokes together. But the village chief quickly grew disgusted with the practice. Because everyone paid for it together, there was no enjoyment at all. In order not to suffer any loss, everyone sucked hard, one mouthful after another, and many even passed out directly due to overdose. Although smoking a cigarette alone is pleasurable, it is not as pleasurable as smoking with a companion. This is why he keeps paying to find sick women. Although the sickly woman is not pretty, she should have a lot of repeat customers just for the service of accompanying her to smoke. Otherwise, how could we have the miserable ending of smoking to death? The village chief was afraid from the bottom of his heart that he would become like that, but he couldn't stop it at all. When he was working during the day, he felt like a cat's paw. He himself can also feel clear changes in his body. His body is getting thinner and thinner, and his energy and energy are getting worse and worse. His character, known as a good old man, has also become more and more irritable, and he will take action whenever he disagrees. The situation is also increasing day by day. Of course, the contractor removed the village chief from his position as team leader and even warned him not to touch things he shouldn't touch. But to an addict, this is all bullshit. The village chief still has a lot of savings, which are all the hard-earned money he saved meticulously in the past few years. He has forgotten the ordinary feeling of money, and even the feeling of being a normal person.As long as it was for cigarette cream, he would buy it, one after another, and then lie on the chair or bed, squinting his eyes, grinning, sweating, and wandering in the happy land with blurred eyes. However, when the effect of the tobacco ointment wore off and he regained consciousness, the heavy feeling of exhaustion and the sinking despair always made him so sad that he burst into tears. Perhaps it was to alleviate the pain of waking up from hallucinations in the future that he took the initiative to find a partner to smoke with. It was by chance that the village chief found a smoking partner. He happened to forget to bring money that day, so he had no money to buy tobacco cream. But when the craving for cigarettes sets in, he can't stop him. He has no choice but to go to the brick house to look for the cigarette paste that others have thrown away. There is no point in smoking the smoked ointment anymore, but the village chief no longer cares about this, so he just holds the thing and inhales deeply, at least it can give himself a little bit of comfort. At this time, a skinny and short man made an invitation to the village chief. He was wearing a gray and white robe. Judging from his appearance, he was neither dressed as a worker nor as a city dweller. If anything, he looked more like a Taoist priest who had come down from a Taoist temple. And he also had a lot of jewelry on him. But at that time, the village chief was already addicted to smoking. He had no time to observe the other party's dress. Seeing that the other party was willing to share the tobacco cream with him for free, he certainly had no reason to refuse. The man said that he had just arrived here not long ago and was not familiar with the location, so the village chief took him to the cheapest hotel in a small alley. He used to hide here and smoke cigarettes with sick women. I have to say that it feels really different to have someone to smoke with you. Not only does it make you happy when you smoke, but when you return to reality after smoking, you won't be too desperate. After regaining consciousness, the village chief noticed something strange about the other party, so he asked him about his identity. Even if this person told him about his profession and identity, he wouldn't believe it, so he might as well wait until he is destined to talk about it in the future. The village chief himself was not very interested in him and did not continue to ask. The village chief said that I owe you a favor this time, and I will bring the smoking ointment with me next time. Soon, the time the two people agreed to meet again came, and they came to the small hotel again to smoke. Of course, this time it was the tobacco cream bought by the village chief. Over time, the two people formed a unique relationship. In the eyes of the village chief, they were not friends. Because they only get together when they smoke, and they don't ask each other's identities, so the relationship will naturally not get closer. By this time, the village chief and his workers had nothing in common. Even the contractor discovered his inability to do his job and expressed his intention to drive people away. This was an almost desperate situation for the village chief whose savings had only been reduced to one-third of the original amount. However, he is no longer a normal person. Normal people would worry and think about solutions when encountering difficulties, but the village chief's mind was filled with thoughts of going to his friends to smoke cigarettes and escaping from reality. It seemed like this was the only way to save him. At the same time, the village chief also hopes to find someone to communicate with and express his pain. No matter how he looks at this person, he is the most suitable person to smoke with. The village chief began to tentatively ask about the other party's identity and expressed his desire to get closer. As a result, after the other party heard what the village chief said, he mysteriously said that he had actually known the identity of the village chief for a long time. The village chief was shocked, because just like he didn't mention his identity or story, the village chief never told him. The village chief didn't believe him and said he was bragging. As a result, the man began to narrate stories and information about the village chief one by one. When he finished speaking, the village chief was stunned on the spot, and his whole body was as cold as if he had been fished out of the sea. After realizing the magic of this guy who was smoking together, the village chief couldn't help but hurriedly asked about his true identity. And this man seemed to have some good feelings for the village chief. When the village chief asked him, he did not hide it anymore and chose to tell the truth. At this point, the village chief picked up the wine glass and gestured for a refill, and I gave him a refill. The village chief took it with a smile, took a sip and put it on the table. "It was also at this time that I heard about the profession of underground burial master for the first time in my life. In fact, if he hadn't guessed everything about me at that time, I wouldn't have believed him." When he said this, the village chief also smiled bitterly and said that at that time, he didn't believe that there were ghosts in the world at all, and thought it was all a lie. But when these words came out of the underground burial master's mouth, he felt like they were true. However, when the village chief listened to his story, he gradually became suspicious. According to him, the underground burial master's skills are powerful, and his income is also very objective - at least he cannot compare with the workers who work on the construction site. The reply from the underground burial master was also very simple, because there was no hope of living. He said that the underground burial master is a very special profession. If you are not careful, you will violate the taboo and bring disaster to yourself or your family. And he belongs to the latter. The troublesome thing is that there are very few people who can successfully carry out the profession of underground burial master from the beginning to the end without violating the taboo. Therefore, underground burial masters are almost always unlucky, and they are unlucky from the moment they are born. The village chief cautiously asked him if he could tell him the reason why he couldn't live - he was more curious about what the curse was like. The underground burial master said that the taboo he violated corresponded to a curse, and his relatives related to him by blood must pay the price for his taboo. If he had known that the price would be so heavy, he would have given up continuing to be a local burial master no matter what. But it was already too late. At that time, his family, even his wife, women, parents, had already left this world. "When I first heard the burial master say this, because his expression was too calm, I even thought he might be joking with me... But after listening to what he said, I There is no such thought anymore.” As soon as the village chief finished speaking, Lang Jin muttered with some dissatisfaction, "Village Chief, since you know so many things, why did n't you believe Brother Xiao Jun when he came?" The village chief, who looked a little embarrassed, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He apologized and said that he was already old. The memory of old people is useless. Because it was too early, and recently, due to the events in the village, I was so busy that I didn't think about it for a while. After saying that, the village chief looked at me and said, because the feeling I gave people was so different from that of the underground burial master, this may also be the reason why the two people were not connected immediately. I curiously asked the village chief what the difference was, and he said it was in personality. At that time, the village chief said that although he had a good relationship with that person, he always gave himself an incomprehensible feeling, and because he had no love in life and no reason to live, he was more interested in smoking cigarettes. The more enthusiastic I become, the more depraved I become. The village chief said that after learning each other's stories, their relationship became closer than before. Even after the village chief was finally kicked out at the construction site, the homeless village chief lived with the underground burial master. At the beginning, since he no longer needed to work, his life with the underground burial master was almost extremely happy. But after about two months passed, the cruel and cold reality struck again - neither he nor the underground burial master had any money. The village chief has always spent his own savings. In addition, in that era, although the phenomenon of smoking cigarettes was still left, due to the severe crackdown, the price of tobacco paste became very expensive. During the Republic of China, it was no longer in every household. Prices that everyone can afford. Not to mention the underground burial engineer. Ever since he found out that all his family members had died unfortunately, he has never done any decent work as an underground burial engineer. And now because of excessive smoking, he has already Almost no longer humanoid. The two of them were even ready to use the remaining money to overdose and die, but at noon on the day of implementation, the underground burial master brought good news to the village chief.