A friend was bold enough to work at a lumberyard in a forest, and there were two roads to work. One is closer to the mill and the other is farther away. The closer one takes you past a, eerie graveyard that I've heard is haunted at night, and the farther one takes a long time to get home.
One day due to the factory rush, overtime until late at night, the tired self dragged a body tired, and a group of colleagues walked to that home on the road to the Qi Road, bold due to not wanting to go around the long way, so he said: "Today I do not believe that I will go to the graveyard once, someone with me to go together?" I can imagine, there must be no one to go with him.
He went on his way alone, and all was well on the way. Getting closer and closer to the cemetery, the atmosphere is eerie and terrible, even the courage of the sky is not afraid of the earth, are a little shivering. The high and low undulating graves, moment to moment a yin and yin cold wind came, into the soles of the feet cool on the heart, a group of ghost fire in the grave a ghostly, near the grave of the dead tree branches, open teeth and claws to the grave trailing Ting, as if to annex all of these things, the night is quiet and terrible, by chance to hear the wolf's hissing to the air ......
At this time he walked through most of the graves, about to walk out of that gloomy place, he quietly relieved, secretly for self bold and happy. Just at this moment, not far from a red spot in a grave a burst of bright a burst of dim, a distant look like on is into the grave into the light. "What is that ah?" He was suddenly struck by a cold shock, and the pores of his body opened up. He walked towards the bright spot, as turning back seemed unlikely, getting closer and clearer. It was an old man sitting in a grave smoking a cigarette, full of gray hair and rags, but his face was unreadable. Guts wiped the sweat on his forehead, seeing that it was an old man, naturally, he did not disturb, he just wanted to cross the old man when the old man suddenly asked in an extremely old tone, the voice was like into the hell to come, said: "young man what time is it now?" Gutsy, once again winced and said, "It is now twelve o'clock at night."
Said the old man did not say anything, bold also left the cemetery. Back home, he thought hard for a long time, and finally could not solve the old man's mystery. "Why is he there?" "Is he a man or a ghost?" Holding these doubts, he thought for days, he also walked past the cemetery every day, and every day the old man was there asking him the same question. He could not hold back any longer, so the next day he came to the factory, in front of his coworkers about it, he wanted to get through it, when one of his coworkers said, want to know whether he is a man or a ghost, you just have to look at his hand, how many fingers, if it is a man he is 5 fingers, if it is a ghost he has 6 fingers.
Tonight there is no exception to the early shift, work until midnight, the guys have gone home, bold and the same as in previous days, unaccompanied, he still walk the cemetery, there is no change, due to every day, bold and do not feel afraid, he walked straight towards that grave, the old man is still sitting there smoking cigarettes, and asked the same question in front of him: "What time is it now, young man?" Guts said, "Twelve o'clock in the dead of night." But this time the bold did not leave immediately like the front, he squatted beside the old man, handed over a cigarette to the old man, the old man took it. At this time, he asked, "Old man, can you let me see your hands?" The old man kept his original expression as he asked, "Do you really want to see it?" . Boldly, he said, "Yes." At that moment the old man put his hand on the other side and slowly drew it out. With a sudden roar he quickly grabbed his hand at Guts head on "I have 6 fingers".
2. North Jiangsu region, although the land is not fertile, especially for a period of time without rain on the dusty, make a go out on the dusty face, but the soil here is suitable for planting watermelon, peanuts, apples, high yields, the taste is extremely tasty. Especially watermelon, in the nineties before, almost every family to plant, as little as one point two points of land, to keep their own food, as much as a few acres of land, sold to subsidize the family. Xiao Li Zhuang village can be called a watermelon planting base, only more than fifty families of the hamlet light watermelon planting area of more than 200 acres, the main varieties of watermelon is "small Xifeng", the largest can only be grown to two kilograms or so, and the taste of sweet honey, also known as the small bees Mi, small Mi cans.
Lv surname is the only surname of the village of Xiaolizhuang, Lv Qingming, ranked second in the family, because it happened to be born in the Qingming Festival, but also happened to be the generation of the word Qing, his parents sent this name, in 1990, just turned 35 years old, although his head grew to 1.81 meters, and the power is great, but because of the eye strabismus, has not been able to find a wife, and its three main characteristics, one is the volume of food is very large, a meal can be eaten eight or nine steamed buns, or eat four or five bowls of noodles. Or eat four or five bowls of noodles, people send nickname "rice bucket"; Second, although the junior high school did not graduate, but can talk, often say something witty, people also send nickname "two can can"; Third, bold, people also send its nickname "Bean Bold". Brother Lv Qingrong, there are two children, the family's heavy burden, Yu on the three acres of watermelon, to earn some money for children's tuition, but compared to his brother, but timid as a mouse, the burden of watching the melon also fell on the younger brother, and the two can be happy to accept, can be openly and honestly in the brother's home to eat. The small Lizhuang watermelon base, adjacent to the village in the north, between the village and the base only a small river ditch and a small road, east-west, giving people a feeling of endless, each family's watermelon field to build a triangular small grass nunnery, is to watch the melon people's temporary habitat, day and night there are people, to prevent the theft of melons.
One night in June, after eating ten mixed noodles at his brother's house, he skipped to the watermelon field to watch the watermelon as usual. That night, the moon and stars are sparse, the field is slightly foggy, accompanied by crickets, frogs chirping, an idyllic scene. After walking to the watermelon field, he went to another family's watermelon field with others nagging, sea and sky nagging for more than an hour, so that the mouth is dry, and said goodbye to return to his brother's home watermelon field, tapped a watermelon to eat down, and then drilled headfirst into the small grass nunnery, only a few hours of work on the snoring, the sound of that big ah, can cover the frogs chirping. About two o'clock in the morning, woke up by the urine, sleepy eyes ready to get up to pee. But the right arm seems to be what is pressed, how to draw can not be drawn out, hazy feeling as if there is a person sleeping next to him, so small place is still crowded with sleep, must be the other family's cowardly look at the melon of the people ran to him here, at this time has been sleepy, wide-open pair of squinting, ready to reprimand a few words. Through the bright moonlight outside, take a closer look, but a female, long black hair covering half of the face, revealing only one eye, staring round, is staring at him, really fly to the lucky ah, this time focusing on the happy, do not want to draw the arm, let him pillow, urine at this time also seems to have no, smiling at the big girl in front of him. This is about a few minutes, the two can feel as if something is wrong, how has not seen the girl blink, and did not hear even a little breathing sound, and then look carefully at her dress, the weather is now wearing a dark thick clothes. He stretched out his left hand, sorted out the girl's hair, want to see who is the girl, at once, shocked and dumbfounded, this girl's face pale with a hint of green, mouth covered with dirt, the other eye is also staring round a blink, and then stupid people will see that this is a female corpse. After all, bold, just for a moment, he regained his composure, left hand holding the girl, slowly pulling his hand out from under him, out of the small grass nunnery, called a few nearby melon watchers over, and we all used a flashlight to carefully survey the girl. Suddenly someone shouted, this is not the former village, is a distant relative of his, just died a few days, people are buried, how the body ran here? A few bold people with this person, ran to the former village, called its parents, a look is really their daughter, ran to the daughter's grave to see, there is a big hole in the head of the grave, next to some fresh soil, and then dug open the grave to see, the coffin is still well sealed lid, open the lid but no daughter's body, is really the world's strange, ah, people are puzzled. Speaking of the girl's cause of death, but also quite poor, is an arranged marriage caused by the evil consequences of the parents received the boy's family 10,000 yuan bride price, which at the time is an astronomical figure, the boy as a child in a fire burned to the face of the whole, not a man ghost, the girl's money-grubbing parents to see the money eye open, hard to the daughter of the flower of the daughter was promised to someone else, the daughter in a fit of rage, took the medicine to commit suicide. People around said, this is the daughter in the parents to demonstrate, would rather live with a slanting eyes, not willing to marry that inhuman ghost guy.
3. A strange QQ chat records
The bald monk: Hello!
Ling Shang woman: Hello.
Bald monk: can we talk?
Ling Shang woman: Yes.
Bald Monk: Are you a woman?
Ling Shang Woman: Yes.
Bald Monk: Can I ask how old you are?
Ling Shang Woman: can I not answer.
Bald Monk: Oh, sure.
Ling Shang Woman: ......
Bald Monk: What do you usually like to do?
Ling Shang Woman: counting people.
Bald Monk: Counting people? What do you mean by counting people?
Ling Shang Woman: You wouldn't understand.
Bald Monk: Oh, how many people did you count today?
Ling Shang woman: 58 now.
Bald monk: Oh, it's funny, you like to count people for fun.
Ling Shang Woman: Yes, you're the 59th.
Bald Monk: Oh? What do you mean ah? Don't understand.
Reichang Woman: You'll understand.
Bald monk: Oh, you're so funny. By the way, what do you do, married?
Ling Shang Woman: I'm married.
Bald monk: Oh. Then what does your husband do?
Ling Shang Woman: He's been dead for a long time.
Bald monk: Oh. I'm sorry!
Reichang Woman: It's okay.
Bald monk: so you want your husband?
Ling Shang woman: Yes.
Bald monk: alas ~ ~ ~ ~ really things change people ah!
Ling Shang woman: hmm.
Bald monk: let's make friends, have tea together sometime.
Ling Shang woman: OK.
Bald Monk: Nice to meet you!
Ling Shang Woman: me too.
Bald Monk: Pick a day, why don't we just do it today, let's sit together tonight.
Ling Shang Woman: okay.
Bald Monk: Oh, will you really come, it's a deal haha!
Ling Shang Woman: yes, can I bring my husband along?
Bald monk: ah? Your husband he is not already ......
Reichang Woman: Yes.
Bald Monk: That. Then how did you bring him?
Ling Shang Woman: all right, there is still one short of 60 people, you wait for me for a while.
Bald monk: 60 people? What ...... what does that mean?
Ling Shang woman: ......
Bald monk: Hey ...... you still there
Ling Shang woman: in.
Bald Monk: What the hell do you mean?
Ling Shang Woman: Well, make it 60 people, you wait at home, I'll come pick you up at night to go.
Bald monk: night you come to pick me up? Sh...... what do you mean?
Ling Shang woman: hmm.
Bald monk: you ...... what the hell are you?
Ling Shang Woman: I'm not a person. It's the ......
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