The rich merchant put his octogenarian father in a tank, and when he came back three days later, he cried
In the ancient town of Wudu, there was a wealthy businessman named Zhao Dafu. As a young man, he single-handedly built his own business empire with a shrewd mind and tireless efforts. However, as his wealth grew, his cherishing of family affection became weaker and weaker, especially for his elderly father, Zhao Laohan.
Zhao Laohan is over eighty years old, his body is getting weaker and weaker, and his memory is beginning to blur. In Zhao Dafu's eyes, his father has become a burden, and he no longer has the patience to take care of and accompany this old man who has given everything for him. As a result, a sinful thought quietly grew in Zhao Dafu's heart.
One evening, Zhao Dafu drove his father to a remote abandoned warehouse. He lied that he was going to show his father a novelty and tricked the old man into the warehouse. The interior of the warehouse was dim and cold, covered in dust and cobwebs, and there was a smell of decay in the air.
"Dad, you wait for me here, I'll go get something for you. Zhao Dafu said, turned around and left the warehouse.
After a while, he walked in with a huge clay jar. This clay jar was specially customized by Zhao Dafu and is large enough to hold an adult. He looked at his ignorant father, and an inexplicable pleasure swelled in his heart.
"Daddy, sit down and try it, this is a novelty I have prepared for you. Zhao Dafu induced his father to sit in the tank.
Although Zhao Laohan had some doubts, out of trust in his son, he still sat in obediently. As soon as he sat down, Zhao Dafu quickly sealed the mouth of the cylinder, leaving only a small air hole for the old man to breathe.
"Son, what are you doing here?" asked Old Man Zhao in horror.
"Dad, you stay in there for a while, and I'll be back soon. Zhao Dafu said, turned to leave, leaving only the shouts of the old man in the tank echoing in the empty warehouse.
In the next three days, Zhao Dafu was busy with business affairs and put his father's affairs behind him for the time being. During this time, he also felt a trace of guilt and unease, but was soon overwhelmed by the temptation of money and power.
It wasn't until one night three days later that Zhao Dafu remembered his father, who was still locked in the tank. He drove to the warehouse, and the moment he opened the door, a cold air flow came to his face, accompanied by a rancid smell.
Zhao Dafu walked quickly to the clay jar and uncovered the cylinder head. The scene in front of him made him gasp in horror. I saw that Zhao Laohan had become unrecognizable, his whole face was swollen and purple, and his eyes were wide, as if he was about to stare out of his sockets. His body was highly decomposed, emitting a disgusting stench.
"Dad!" Zhao Dafu exclaimed, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground. He couldn't believe his eyes, and he couldn't accept this cruel reality. His heart was filled with remorse and self-blame, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"What did I do? What did I do?" Zhao Dafu muttered to himself, thumping his chest in pain.
At this moment, there was a sudden eerie laugh in the corner of the warehouse. Zhao Dafu raised his head suddenly, only to see a black shadow swaying in the corner. He asked in horror, "Who? Who's there?"
The shadow didn't answer, but laughed more and more eeriely. Zhao Dafu plucked up his courage and approached cautiously. When he saw the true face of the black shadow, he immediately screamed in horror. The shadow was none other than his father's ghost. The undead's face was distorted and terrifying, and his eyes shone with a faint green glow.
"Why did you do that? Why did you put me in a vat?" the undead asked Zhao Dafu in a hoarse, cold voice.
Zhao Dafu trembled with fright, and he stammered and explained, "I...... I do not know...... I just want you to stay a little longer...... I didn't expect ......"
"I didn't expect me to be like this, did I? hahaha!" the undead let out a creepy laugh, "You regret it now, but it's too late!"
After speaking, the undead suddenly pounced on Zhao Dafu and wrapped him tightly. Zhao Dafu only felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the whole person seemed to be frozen and couldn't move. His eyes widened in horror as he watched the undead's hideous countenance draw nearer......
"No...... Don't ......," Zhao Dafu struggled and shouted, but it was too late. He only felt as if his soul had been sucked away by the undead, and his whole person was plunged into endless darkness......
When Zhao Dafu woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed at home. It was pitch black all around, and only the moonlight outside the window sprinkled on the ground, which looked particularly deserted. He touched his chest, his heart still beating vigorously. It turned out that it was just a dream! Zhao Dafu let out a long sigh of relief.
However, when he got up to light the lamp in his room, he was horrified to find a portrait of his father hanging on the wall. The father's face is distorted and terrifying, exactly like the ghost of the dead in a dream! There is also a huge clay jar under the statue......
Zhao Dafu only felt that his scalp was numb and his hands and feet were cold. He suddenly remembered what he had done, and an indescribable fear and remorse welled up in his heart. He hugged his trembling body tightly, tears welling up in his eyes again......
It wasn't just a dream—it was a fantasy of deep fear and remorse. He knew that he had committed an unforgivable crime, not only killing his father, but also subjecting his soul to eternal torment......
Since then, Zhao Dafu has become crazy and chattering. He often confessed his sins in front of his father's portrait, and often touched the huge clay jar and wept silently......
It is said that in the dead of night, there would be eerie laughter and wailing in that warehouse. Some people say that it is Zhao Laohan's undead spirit, and some people say that it is the voice of Zhao Dafu's deep remorse and self-blame...... But whatever the truth, it has become an unsolvable mystery......
And Zhao Dafu did not escape the inner torture and punishment after all. He spent his life in endless remorse and self-blame, and finally died alone in that warehouse full of horrific memories...... When his body was found, it was highly decomposed and emitted a disgusting stench...... It was the same as his father's death......
People say that this is the retribution and punishment that Zhao Dafu deserves...... Because his crimes have been deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul...... Indelible...... There is no escaping ......
In that eerie warehouse, Zhao Dafu's death did not quell the resentment of the undead. On the contrary, with his passing, the strange phenomenon in the warehouse has become more and more serious. Whenever night falls, the yin wind howls angrily, as if there are countless unjust souls wailing. From time to time, there are strange sounds in the clay jar, which makes people creepy.
These rumors quickly spread in the town, arousing the curiosity of many do-gooders. Some people tried to enter the warehouse to explore the secrets, but they all failed, and some even encountered unspeakable horrors. Over time, the warehouse became a forbidden place in the town, and people avoided mentioning it.
However, there are always unbelieving young people who are eager for adventure and want to uncover the secrets of the warehouse. One day, a young man named Xiao Li, with a group of like-minded friends, decided to explore the mysterious warehouse at night.
As night fell, they crept to the warehouse. Xiao Li took out the prepared key and gently opened the warehouse door. As soon as I entered the door, a cold air flow rushed towards my face, accompanied by a rancid smell. They turned on the flashlight and saw that the warehouse was full of miscellaneous items, and the legendary clay jar was lying quietly in the corner.
Xiao Li and his friends cautiously walked towards the clay jar, only to see that the inside of the jar was pitch black, as if there was some secret hidden. Xiao Li plucked up his courage and reached out to remove the cylinder head. However, just as he was about to uncover the cylinder head, a biting cold wind blew out of the cylinder, making it almost impossible for them to stand still.
Immediately after, they heard strange bursts of laughter and wails coming from the vat. Xiao Li and his friends were terrified and retreated one after another. However, the strange voice grew louder and louder, as if countless unjust spirits were demanding their lives.
Just as they panicked, a faint blue light suddenly shot out from the tank, illuminating the entire warehouse. They looked at it and saw a vague figure appear in the tank, which was the undead of Zhao Laohan. His countenance was distorted and terrifying, and his eyes shimmered with a faint blue light, as if he was about to break free from the vat.
Xiao Li and his friends were so frightened that they screamed and fled from the warehouse. After that, they never dared to talk about that night, or even go near the warehouse.
And the legend about the pottery jar and the ghost of Zhao Laohan is also intensifying in the town. Some people say that it was caused by Zhao Dafu's sins, and some people say that it was caused by Zhao Laohan's resentment. But in any case, the warehouse and the clay jar have become a taboo in the town, and no one dares to touch them lightly.
However, what is the truth? Perhaps only Zhao Laohan's ghost and the strange clay jar will know. And the townspeople can only spend their long nights in fear and speculation......
As time passed, the legend of the warehouse and the clay jar faded into obscurity. But occasionally there will be mentions of good deeds, causing a wave of horror and curiosity. And in the dead of night, there will still be a strange sound in the warehouse, as if telling the unknown past.
One day, many years later, a young writer from out of town heard about the legend and decided to come and find out. With a curiosity and a notebook, he walked alone to the dilapidated warehouse.
Pushing open the rusty warehouse door, a familiar cold smell came to my face. The young writer turned on his flashlight and looked around, only to see that the legendary clay jar was still lying quietly in the corner. He cautiously walked over to the clay jar and reached for the lid to lift it.
However, just as he was about to uncover the cylinder head, he suddenly felt an inexplicable fear hit him. He hesitated for a moment, but mustered up the courage to uncover the cylinder head. I saw that there was nothing in the tank, only a rancid smell came to my nose.
The young writer breathed a sigh of relief that there were no undead or monsters in the pot. He lamented the fiction of the legend and prepared to leave the warehouse. However, just as he turned around, he suddenly heard an eerie laugh coming from behind him. He jerked his head back to see a vague figure looming in the darkness.
The young writer trembled with fright, but he quickly calmed down. He realized that this might be the legendary Zhao Laohan undead, so he tentatively asked, "Are you Zhao Laohan?"
The figure didn't answer, just let out a strange laugh. The young writer's heart tightened, but he didn't back down. He continued: "I have heard your story and I know about your son's crimes. But believe me, not everyone is as ruthless as your son. I would like to write your story for you so that more people can understand what happened to you. ”
The figure seemed to be touched by the young writer's words, and it gradually approached the young writer. The young writer held his breath nervously as he saw the figure get closer and closer...... Suddenly, a faint blue light shot out of the figure and reflected on the young writer's face. He fixed his eyes and saw an old face floating in the light, which was the undead spirit of Zhao Laohan.
Zhao Laohan's undead looked at the young writer with a complicated glint in his eyes. After a while, he spoke slowly, "Thank you for your willingness to listen to my story. I do have a lot of resentment and unwillingness, but I also know that resentment doesn't solve the problem. I only hope that you can tell my story to more people, so that they can cherish family affection and cherish life. ”
After speaking, Zhao Laohan's ghost gradually dissipated into the air. The young writer froze in place, filled with emotion. He picked up his notebook and silently jotted down this wonderful experience.
Since then, young writers have written Zhao's story into a best-selling novel, allowing more people to understand the tragic past. And the residents of the town gradually let go of their fears and prejudices and began to re-examine the legend. They realize that the truth behind legends is often more complex and profound than it seems......