In fact, as Zhang Tieta expected, the pastor's prayer to get rid of ghosts did not solve any substantive problems, and that night, the terrible knock on the door still sounded on time, which made Zhangjia Village have a feeling of "I can't live this day".

A few days passed, and this morning, Zhang Ming felt panicked, so he turned on the TV casually, and suddenly, an image appeared on the TV automatically jumping...... Zhang Ming sighed, as if something was stuffed in his mouth, and stammered: "This... This... This... This is... Miscellaneous... What the... East... Something!" A large, bloody human head appeared on the TV screen, with its mouth wide open, revealing sharp, white teeth, and a ho-ho-ho sound coming out of its throat......

Yang Mei and her son screamed almost at the same time. The mother and son were like breakdancing, jumping and screaming.

At this time, the phone rang loudly, and the family was like a frightened bird, and there was another burst of nervousness for no reason. Zhang Tieta turned off the TV and rushed to the telephone at the same time, as if facing a great enemy, his eyes wandered around, he lifted the microphone, there was no sound, he hesitated to hang up the microphone, his hand just left, and another ringing sounded, this frightened, the whole person bounced back as if he was electrocuted. In normal times, this movement may not be able to be practiced for ten years.

The family's three pairs of eyes were staring at the telephone almost without blinking. It wasn't until the bell rang five times that Zhang Tieta stepped forward and lifted the microphone again. When I heard the phone, I was happy and worried: it turned out that Zhang Yang, the eldest son who was studying at the Oriental Institute of Science and Technology, came back from summer vacation. The call was made from a public telephone booth in the town.

Zhang Tieta hurriedly said: "Yang, don't go home, anyway, the summer vacation is only two months, the same in school, if you feel bored, you can go to the same school." ”

"Dad?" Zhang Yang wondered: "What's wrong!"

Zhang Tieta was angry and anxious: "Don't go home, don't go home, why do you ask so much!"

"Dad, no, this time our college used the summer vacation to carry out an innovation Grand Prix activity, not at home, it's inconvenient! Besides, I haven't been home for so long, I miss you!"

Zhang Tieta scolded in his heart, what kind of fame is the current university teacher, where did he come from so many inventions. At this point, he had no choice but to tell the truth: "Dad misses you too, but, but there is trouble in our village, it's very fierce, don't go home, wait until you don't make trouble, Dad will call you again, be obedient." "The locals refer to some strange things as "trouble".

"Trouble?!" Zhang Yangyang was stunned for a moment, and then giggled: "Dad, you've watched too many 'horror movies', why are you so weird! See you at home." ”

Zhang Tieta hurriedly said: "No, ......" Before the words fell, a busy sound came from the microphone. I couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and scolded people in my heart, what kind of son I gave birth to, I didn't believe Lao Tzu! I told my wife what my son said, and Yang Mei's face turned pale after hearing this, and she didn't know what to say when she opened her mouth. Zhang Ming was even more stunned and looked at his parents with a worried face. Time can not be hesitated, Zhang Tieta didn't say a word, turned around and entered the inner room, tied the red turban on his head, and then went into the inner room to pick up the spare steel knife, opened the door, closed the door, and ran towards the intersection of the village.

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"Dad, what are you doing here! Hey, what are you doing with a knife?" a handsome, slender young man on the other side beckoned to him.

Zhang Tieta breathed a sigh of relief: the eldest son Zhang Yang came to meet him, dragging two large bags, looking very laborious. "Hurry up, hurry up!" took the two bags, feeling a little heavy, and didn't bother to ask what was in the bag, just urged vigorously: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Zhang Yang looked at his father's red headscarf tied on his head and a nervous look at him both amusementarily and puzzled. In his memory, his father always spoke loudly, walked steadily and powerfully, and was a man who stood up to the sky, but today he seems to have changed as a person.

After entering the village, he found that the atmosphere was wrong: in broad daylight, there was no one in the huge village, and the doors and windows of every house were closed. Is there really a ghost in this world?

At this time, Zhang Tieta hurriedly urged him again: "Go!

Bypass the old house, and you will be able to dry the grain. Suddenly, there was a strange laugh from the corner of the old house. Zhang Tieta's face turned pale. But he didn't run at the moment, but turned around and motioned for his son to run, but he couldn't speak. Zhang Yang was surprisingly calm, shook his hand, signaled his father not to make a sound, and tiptoed towards the corner of the old house...... Zhang Tieta was stunned by his son's bold move and stood there stunned. Zhang Yang went around to the corner of the wall, empty and nowhere to be seen, and said in his heart that it was really alive and hell, he remembered that the old house had been uninhabited for five years, would it?

Thinking of this, he went around to the front, squeaked, pushed open the door of the old house, and a strong musty smell came to his nose. The room was covered with cobwebs, and the air was cloudy, and the beds, tables, and stools were broken...... Covered in a thick layer of dust, it was as if you had entered another world...... After going around the room, following a crumbling staircase with a thousand holes and holes, to the second floor, and going around a few rooms, and finding nothing unusual, he went downstairs, stepped out of the door, and closed the door casually. At this time, Zhang Tieta was anxiously looking for his son.

"Dad, I'm here!"

"Where have you been, Dad is dying. Let's go!"

Zhang Tieta stretched out his hand and pulled his eldest son, took three steps and made two steps, and pushed him home. After entering the door, he sat down in a chair and gasped for breath.

Zhang Ming looked at Zhang Yangyang with a pair of eyes, "Brother, haven't you encountered a ghost?!"

"Brother, you are in the fourth grade, are there any ghosts in this world, didn't the teacher tell you?"

"Brother, I really ran into a ghost!"

"Really, then it's really hell!"