Liu Sheng put the sleeping Xiaolan on the passenger seat, then started the car and drove towards Huangcun. I lay in the back and finished my cigarette and fell asleep in a daze.

"Hey! Xiaotong, Xiaotong!"

I don’t know how long we drove, but Liu Sheng suddenly woke me up. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and asked in confusion: “What’s wrong?”

"Xiao...Xiaotong, are we meeting a ghost again? We have been walking for more than half an hour, and I haven't even seen a single village."

"How is that possible? You didn't remember the wrong way? Give me your phone and I'll check."

"Impossible! This is the only road to Huangcun. I remember it clearly, and Huangcun is only a few kilometers away from Xinghuang Mountain. How could I remember it wrong?"

Liu Sheng unplugged the charger in fear and handed the phone to me. My friend reached out to take the phone and took a look at the signal. Then he smiled and said: "The phone has signal! You just remembered the wrong way."

The signal proves that we have not entered an illusion or encountered a ghost hitting the wall. But when I opened the electronic map, the smile on my brother's face froze instantly, a chill ran down my back, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Because the map shows that there are no villages within dozens of kilometers around Xinghuang Mountain.

I refreshed it several times unwillingly, but the result was the same, which means that Huang Village does not exist at all.

Seeing that I had nothing to say, Liu Sheng asked aloud: "Why don't you say anything? Since I remembered it wrong, tell me the route and I will turn back."

"Ah? Oh, forget it, I still have a spare mobile phone at home. Since you've gone too far, don't turn back. Just go back to Qiu Shang City!"

I turned off the phone absentmindedly and handed it to Liu Sheng. Liu Sheng took the phone and looked at me strangely, without saying anything else.

When I arrived in Qiu Shang City, I did not choose to go to the hospital and asked Liu Sheng to send me to a rental house.

After getting out of the car, I took a deep breath of the familiar air. Thinking back on the past few days, I suddenly felt like I was surviving a disaster.

Dragging my tired body back to the room, I looked at the simple rental house and suddenly felt that ordinary life was so happy.

Because at least you don't have to experience weird things, and you don't have to live in fear every day.

I took out a spare copycat phone from the drawer, logged into my WeChat and sent a message to Director Yang.

"Hello, Director Yang, my name is Mu Xiaotong. I have returned to Qiu Shang City and can go to work as usual tomorrow night."

I threw down my phone, took off my clothes and took a comfortable hot bath.

When I was wiping my body, my eyes were startled because I was surprised to find that the wound on my chest was gone.

I rubbed my eyes and raised my hand to touch my chest. It was indeed gone, with no scar at all.

"Fuck~ What... is this? How come there are no scars at all? Are the injuries in the illusion all fake? Or is Granny Huang's medical skills very good? I... Damn! This is too weird.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't come up with a result, so I simply gave up. After all, the things that happened recently were weirder than the last, and this was at best one more weird thing.

I wiped off the water stains on my body, put on my pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom. I took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and opened it. While drinking, I played Snake with the copycat phone for a while.

After playing for a while, I started to feel sleepy. I shook my drowsy head, put down my phone, fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

"Mu, Xiao, Tong... Mu, Xiao, Tong..."

While I was sleeping, I vaguely heard someone calling my name. The voice was low and slow, and it seemed to be a woman's voice.

And I felt itchy on my face and neck, as if some hair had fallen on my neck. I subconsciously raised my hand to touch it, but found that I couldn't move at all.

I opened my eyes suddenly and was horrified to see a black figure lying on my body, and I could only see a head shaking left and right on my neck, with long hair rubbing against my neck and face.

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"Fuck fuck fuck fuck...what the hell is this?"

Seeing this scene, my scalp instantly went numb and cold sweat broke out all over my body. Only then did I realize that this guy was being held down by a ghost.

I kept yelling in my heart and wanted to call for help, but I could only hear my own words, but no sound came out at all.

It was really fucked. I was lying on the bed panting heavily, wondering if I was possessed by bad luck. As soon as I came back, I saw a ghost pressing on the bed. It was like one wave after another. My luck is so special.

It's comparable to Roy Sullivan.

Roy Sullivan was considered the most unlucky person. Everything in his life was not smooth, and he was struck by lightning several times for no reason. What was even worse was that he was struck by lightning on a sunny day.

In panic, I suddenly glanced at the knife on the table from the corner of my eye. When I saw this thing, my eyes lit up instantly, and the fear in my heart also dissipated a lot.

This knife has runes engraved on it. It might be useful against the ghost pressure on me.

I took a deep breath, gathered all my strength on my arm, and raised my right hand with all my strength.

But just when I was about to touch the knife, a cold, thin hand quickly grabbed my arm. When I saw that hand, my hair suddenly stood up and I got goosebumps all over my body.

However, at this moment, the black shadow on my body slowly sat up, and then I heard an almost inaudible voice.

"Mu...Xiao...Tong...help...help...me."

When I heard this, I immediately became furious. I thought that you pressed me down in the middle of the night and almost scared me out of my mind. You still want me to help you. How fucking mean can I be?

So I struggled to free my hand, grabbed the knife directly, and cursed at the top of my lungs.

"Help me, sir, get out of here!"

Unfortunately, I grabbed the knife, but the black shadow only faded a little, but it didn't leave, and it still pressed on me. What? You never pressed down on a man when you were alive?
Chapter completed!