Zhang Ming secretly laughed at his father: I have lived for forty-seven years, and I still believe in the haunted Xuan. According to the usual practice, my grandfather's family was hospitable, and my father couldn't return home for three or five days.

He didn't believe that there was such a thing, didn't the teacher say that you have to believe in science, there are no ghosts in this world. All the stories about ghosts are made up by people, or people themselves are scared of themselves, and they think they have encountered ghosts. Teacher Zhang, the head teacher, once made a very vivid comparison: human history is 6 million years, from birth to death, if there are really ghosts in this world, I am afraid that this earth will already be "full of ghosts".

Early the next morning, he began to be stunned when he locked the door and rode a bicycle on the road. Not only are there no pedestrians on the road, but the doors and windows of every house are closed. I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: Is there really such a thing? Children are no better than adults, and when they think about it in their hearts, they feel that the surrounding area is gloomy, and they are familiar with the avenues and alleys, grass and trees, but at this moment they seem strange and terrifying. Circumambulating the road near the mountains, for fear that something would chase after him, he didn't look at it, and stepped on his feet quickly to reach the town.

Entering the downtown area, the nervous and panicked psychological pressure is also gone. I found a radio component sales department, and after buying the things I wanted to buy, I made a phone call in the public telephone hall to my eldest brother Zhang Yang, who was studying at the College of Science and Technology, and he asked: "Brother, why haven't you had a summer vacation yet? I bought everything you wanted." "I'll be home in two days......," Mr. Zhang said by phone.

When I left the phone hall, the sun was several poles higher. After breakfast, the bicycle rode out of the crowded market town, along the road, into the village, and there was still no one around. Suddenly, there was a strange cry in the green bamboo forest in front of me, followed by a baby's cry, and suddenly, the tone of the voice changed abruptly, and it was like a woman's crying and mourning......

Zhang Ming's whole person was chilled and creepy, and he really bumped into a ghost in broad daylight! Rang the car bell vigorously and stepped on the pedal vigorously······ In front of him is the ancestral hall, and around it is his home, and he has a slight sense of steadiness in his heart. When I passed by the threshing field, I couldn't help but look back - the right corner of the threshing field is the place where the coffin is fixed in the village, and most people avoid it. He was stunned when he looked at it: suddenly a thick cloud of black smoke rose from the place, and it was slashing at him. "Ahhh The bicycle slammed to the ground, and the man rolled to his feet, and ran away. There was a strange laugh from behind. When he arrived at the door, Zhang Ming hurriedly opened the door, stumbled into the house, closed the door with a bang, leaned against the door panel with all his might, and sat down on the ground.

Unable to calm down, a pair of eyes were open like brass bells, and any slight ringing made him creepy and frightened. After a while, as if he had thought of something, he hurried to the window to check that it was closed, and then ran quickly into the room, turning on the television, radio, and tape recorder with both hands without obeying the command, and in a moment all kinds of voices rang out in a chaotic manner.

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