The bonfire, which was swaying in the wind, suddenly went out without warning, and in an instant the surroundings of the gang became pitch black.

", this little wind is quite pee-like, and it actually blew out the fire, Huang Mao, Xiaowen, you put on the flashlight" Brother Bin and the others were taken aback, but they reacted quite quickly.

Wang Changsheng pressed it on his hand, shook his head and said, "I advise you not to move, let alone turn on the lights."

Brother Bin was surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you waiting to see the hell, it's coming soon......"

Wang Changsheng can see that the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts here will not appear in ordinary times, they are like being alone in another world on this Yan Mountain, if no one comes to disturb them, then they will be safe, and they will live their own lives, but once someone comes here at night, and they are disturbed by anger, it may not be peaceful.

In this world, there is a saying that there are two worlds of yin and yang, the living are in the yang, and the dead go to the underworld, but the two worlds are not intrusive with each other, and there is no collusion, on the contrary, it is difficult for people in the yang world to go to the underworld, but it is very easy for the souls of the underworld to appear in the yang.

In this land, there are many portals to the underworld, and the books record that this kind of portal is called the ghost gate, once it comes to Qingming, there is still a small year or so in the midyear festival, and there are many ghost doors that will be quietly opened.

Therefore, this world is not only ours, there are also those things that ordinary people can't see and touch, sometimes maybe because of various coincidences, it is not uncommon for ordinary people to see lonely souls and wild ghosts, after all, like hospitals, morgues, or cemeteries, these places with extremely heavy yin qi, it is normal for lonely souls and wild ghosts to linger.

This place in Yanshan villa area, Wang Changsheng has seen it before, and preliminarily concluded that there should have been a lot of people living here a long time ago, but for some reason they all died suddenly and then buried here, after many years passed, the unlucky developer came to open this land, and directly dug up the graves of these people, disturbing these people who did not go to the underworld after death, which is why there is a saying that the construction site is haunted.

At this time, as soon as the time came, the yin and earth were flourishing, Brother Bin and his group were picnic and fired, and the noise was too happy, and they were young people, young and vigorous, so they naturally easily made trouble with the nest of lonely souls and wild ghosts in the construction site.

Wang Changsheng reminded him, and the group of people opened their mouths in shock, and their heads, which were a little drunk, gradually sobered up, and he wrung his brows to look at the fallen leaves on the ground that were carried up by the yin wind, and the yin qi that was gradually surging, and continued: " If I were you, go as fast as you want now, and it may be too late to get rid of it, ghosts are not very easy to see, and if you are light, you may be scared, and if you are entangled, you will be seriously ill in the future, and if you are a ghost, it will be even more difficult to do, and you can't get rid of it if you want to get rid of it."

"Dude, are you kidding?" Brother Bin stammered and spat, and said nervously: "Don't make trouble, everyone is an atheist, an excellent young man who grew up under the red flag, a successor of the Communist Party or something, can you not engage in superstitious statements"

Xiaowen, who had a freckled face, asked in surprise: "You persuaded us to leave, so why didn't you leave?"

Wang Changsheng licked his lips and said, "Because, I have martial arts......"

"Whew!" Suddenly, everyone's clothes were blown by a gust of wind, and a whirlwind was blown under an old locust tree in the community, and the wind blew stronger and stronger, and a few shadows were faintly seen swaying back and forth in the wind.

"The people in the audience walked by and didn't see the old color, the people on the stage sang a heartbreak parting song, the love word is difficult to fall into ink, she sings with blood to reconcile the ......" I don't know why under the old locust tree, there is an ethereal tune, the sound is delicate, the song flows, and it looks particularly crisp. (This song is borrowed from Chiling)

Wang Changsheng said in his heart that it was really here, Brother Bin, Huang Mao and the others suddenly looked confused, and Xiaowen and another girl were directly frightened and sat on the ground.

Under the old locust tree, there are many shadows, and suddenly out of thin air there are figures in ancient costumes, some of them are wearing coarse cloth clothes, some are silk and satin, men and women, young and old, the only thing that is the same is that these people's faces are bloodless and pale, this scene under the old locust tree is like a silent movie, those people are silent and do their own things, like interpreting a fragment of life.

There was only one woman in a bright red dress, dancing under the tree, her bewitching figure and dancing long sleeves looked like a famous Peking Opera singer, and the tune just now also came out of her mouth.

"The play folds and the sleeves rise and fall, singing sorrows and joys and singing has nothing to do with me, the gongs and drums are silent and silent, who can say anything about the love in the play......"

"Hell!" Brother Bin's throat exploded, and goosebumps spread from his feet to the top of his head, and his scalp was numb.

Ghosts, not to mention seeing them in reality, are easy to stand if they are a little scary in the movie.

"Poof"

"Poof"

Two big red lanterns suddenly lit up beside the singing woman, and two old men with slumped shoulders suddenly walked slowly towards this side with lanterns in their hands, and a group of lonely souls and wild ghosts surrounded the singing woman and danced along the path towards them.

Getting a little closer, Wang Changsheng frowned, although these wild ghosts looked pale and bloodless, some of the clothes and exposed skin on their bodies looked particularly scorched, just like not being teased.

Huang Mao was suddenly frightened and cried, grabbed Brother Bin's arm, and stumbled and said: "I said before, you are a mouse licking a cat to death, what kind of outdoor haunted house live broadcast, it's okay now, what the hell?"

Brother Bin looked at Wang Changsheng with his teeth fighting and said, "Brother, buddy, I, is it too late for us to leave?"

Before Wang Changsheng could speak, suddenly a timid voice came from behind them: "Brother, are you leaving, don't you want to watch the show?"

"Huh" A few people suddenly turned around, and behind them stood a little girl with a pink carving, wearing a very festive belly pocket, with a sky-high braid tied on her head, and her little hand was pulling the corner of Xiaowen's clothes.

"Goo" Xiaowen swallowed helplessly and spat at the mouth, dumbfounded.