I wondered if Li Xiang had picked flowers on someone’s grave at the right time and offended them? (After all, I believe there are ghosts in the world, and there is an old liar who talks about feudal superstitions in my ears all day long.

And I’ve seen it with my own eyes several times.)

So I stepped forward and bowed to the grave. I didn’t know what to call it. I thought the person who liked flowers must be a woman, so I said politely: "I'm sorry, Sister Gui. I think he was ignorant and picked your flowers."

, wait for some day and I will send you some big pots of chrysanthemums, both white and yellow. Don’t be angry, don’t be angry!”

When those children heard what I said, they screamed in fright, their faces turned pale, their hair was about to explode, and their calves were shaking wildly. This time, no one dared to cry.

I led them, holding hands and running wildly again. But...

We looked at that familiar grave and felt really desperate. When the fear reaches a certain level, we no longer know fear. Our physical strength was severely exhausted, and our spirits became trance-like. Our eyes were dull, and we could no longer run.

Standing in front of the grave as if in a dream, looking at the grave, as if there was a mysterious call there, we no longer struggled.

I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly came back to my senses, because a familiar figure suddenly flashed in my mind. He told me to run away, to run away, that person was an old liar.

The old liar flashed through my mind and woke me up. I suddenly felt cold all over and my hands and feet were numb.

I looked at them again, and they were still standing in front of the grave as if they were in a dream, their eyes were dull and distracted, and they were really not even afraid anymore.

My heart suddenly thumped, it's over, it's over, we really encountered something unusual this time.

My heart was beating like a drum. The gloomy air around me seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, and the surrounding light was getting darker and darker. It seemed that something in the dark would pounce on me at any time...

Even though I regained my consciousness, I still couldn't move my legs. I pressed my chest with my hands desperately, fearing that my heart would jump out. My mind began to search for ghost stories that the old liar had told me, because the old liar not only told all kinds of ghosts, but also

He told me how to deal with various ghosts.

It seems that I actually talked about this situation once, what is it called???

At that time, I only listened to it as a story and didn’t pay much attention to memorizing it. Oh, I really regret it! The more anxious I am, the more I can’t remember it. The answer seems to be right next to my ears. Why can’t I remember it? Sweat is flowing down my face.

How scary would it be if a ghost came out later and ate some of us?

Bless the old liar, bless the old liar, please remind me of it, right?

Just when I was sweating profusely, I finally remembered that it was called "Ghost Beating the Wall".

The old liar said that this ghost hitting the wall is also called "ghost covering his eyes".

He told me such a story: Once upon a time, there was a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam. When he passed by a cemetery, he suddenly felt the need to urinate. In today's terms, this guy was a scumbag and a brainless person. He didn't even hide away.

, taking off his pants and peeing in front of someone’s grave.

After peeing, he picked up his pants and continued on his way without any problems, but later he discovered that no matter how he walked, he could not get out of this cemetery.

I have tried it in four directions: east, west, south, and north. No matter whether I run, walk, or crawl, I will always return to the place where he peed.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he was so frightened that his mouth went dry, his legs and stomach cramped, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground and cried loudly. Fortunately, he was not destined to die. At this time, he passed by an old monk who was wandering around.

The monk saw him crying like a bear and asked him what was going on. The scholar told the old monk what had happened.

After hearing this, the monk smiled slightly and told the scholar to kowtow to the place where he had just urinated to apologize. The scholar was very frightened. After kowtowing piously, he felt a sudden lightness on his body.

Later, the monk told him that fortunately the sufferer had a good heart, but was just annoyed that the scholar peed in front of his door, so he lay on the scholar's back and covered his eyes so that he could not leave, in order to scare him.

As a punishment, if you meet someone with a bad heart, the scholar's life will be over long ago.

The old liar said that ghosts are actually a kind of "qi", which can be divided into good and evil ones.

When I thought of this, I felt chills all over. It seems that the person we met is a master who is not easy to mess with. I even tried to show her modesty and promised to compensate her with several pots of big chrysanthemums. I still refuse to let her go.

us.

What to do? What to do? Can we still escape? How will she eat us? Break off the arms and legs, throw them into the big mouth and chew them? Damn, what time has it been? Don’t interrupt, think of a way to deal with it quickly.

!

So I tried desperately to think of the method of dealing with it that the old liar said, and it really made me think of it.

An old liar once told me that there is no need to be afraid when encountering a ghost wall, because some ghosts will take advantage of your fear to become more vicious. This ghost wall is not very difficult to crack, as long as you close your eyes.

Pee backwards, run forward as hard as you can after peeing, and don't look back, and you will be able to get out of this weird circle.

Thinking of this, I am worried again, you old liar, I am a girl, why do I pee???

Why don't we try it with some of the boys? It's better than being eaten by a ghost. It should be quite painful if eaten raw. Thinking of this, I shouted to them: "Listen, wake up! Can you still move?"

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Several of them trembled when I shouted, and they seemed to have woken up.

"Ah??? Why are we still here?" Li Xiang said crying.

I saw that some of them could still move, so I shouted: "Girls, turn your back and boys take off their pants. I'll count to one, two, and three before you pee. After we pee, let's run together!"

They are used to listening to me and don't talk nonsense. They take off their pants and pee. Then we run out like crazy and the ripe leaves slap our hands and faces. We don't feel the pain anymore. We just feel hot all over.

, gasping for air, our heart hurt so much it felt like it was going to burst. We had only one thought, that is, to run out of this terrifying land and leave this gloomy tomb.

As he was running, he heard Li Xiang crying from far behind: "Fuck, I haven't finished peeing yet! Why are they all running away? Wait for me, wait for me! Oh my god!"

After a while, our eyes lit up and the air became fresher. We saw the sky again (although it was not very blue) and we saw the playground again, the happy crowd on the playground, and the toilet next to the playground...

In short, everything became so warm and pleasing to the eye because we were safe.

A few of us sat in a pile on the ground, just you looking at me, and I looking at you. Although we were all frightened when we recalled the scene just now, we didn't know what happened.

Only I know that we most likely saw a ghost just now. I saw them all so frightened, and I couldn’t bear to tell them anymore to scare them. The old liar also said, don’t tell others about ghosts, otherwise you will be in trouble.

, now everyone believes in science.

Isn't it? Even my parents have made progress. Several nights, I pointed at the floating things and told them, but they never believed it. My mother said that the Lord was by her side.

I'm not even afraid. My dad said that there are no ghosts in the world. That's all nonsense.

I was too lazy to tell them, because they couldn't see it at all, and maybe they would never have the chance to see it in this life.

A few of us walked to the classroom in despair. I told them to wipe away their tears and not to tell anyone when they got back. (I told them that their parents were not allowed to come to my house, so they would have to follow my parents.)

When we returned to the classroom, the guys who stayed to look after us were disappointed when they saw that our hands were empty. They all said, "Hey! I haven't been back for such a long time. You can tell with your toes that they came back after they had finished eating."

of."

Angry and contemptuous looks fell on us.

I thought to myself, I still want to eat it. I almost lost my life. It’s good that I didn’t let the ghost eat it.

They really didn't tell their parents after they got home, and Li Xiang wouldn't even tell them. They were already fine. If they did tell them, they would be beaten. I didn't tell them either. I just started to look at the old liar in a different light.

Several of them were sick and did not come to school for several days. Only I had nothing to do and went to school as usual every day. Within a few days, I forgot about this matter.

After that, I still often listened to the old liar tell ghost stories, but I listened very carefully, and when I had questions, I could ask them, which made the old liar happy and praised me as "a teachable kid!"

It's also for your own good to listen carefully. If you encounter something when you go out and go crazy, we can deal with it easily. Don't risk your life one day.

After the old liar finished telling the story, he also taught me to draw some simple talismans on yellow paper and explained to me the use of various talismans.

In fact, there are several colors of talisman paper. The darker the color, the more powerful it is. The old liar said that he had no money to buy it, so he could only buy the cheapest yellow paper, saying that it would be enough to deal with ordinary ghosts.

At that time, I had just learned to write some simple Chinese characters. The old liar happened to teach me how to draw symbols at this time, but it really hurt me. My handwriting was big and ugly, and the teacher couldn't teach me how to draw it.

In fact, my grades are pretty good, but my handwriting is just a drag. Ever since I was little, countless teachers have sighed helplessly in front of me: "My child, why do your handwriting look like ghost symbols?"
Chapter completed!