Before I was seventeen years old, I was in a kind of ignorant awe of ghosts and zombies, and I listened to adults talk about those strange stories of gods and ghosts, but I was inexplicably interested, and it didn't matter whether I believed it or not. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Something that really changed my outlook on life soon happened, and the story began in the early summer of that year......

I remember that there were no deductions, phone calls and WeChat at that time, and soon the college entrance examination was going to be taken again.

My brother was still very wooden at that time, but fortunately, the big pillar at the same table did not copy my homework for three years in high school, and he couldn't get over his conscience so he introduced me to a pen pal, a little girl from a neighboring village, one level shorter than us, and her pen name was "Grinding Goblin".

After half a month of correspondence, I finally agreed to meet, and my brother went in a daze, and he didn't take care of himself.

When I saw the girl, I understood what it meant to "see the green mountains and green waters from afar, and look at the teeth and grinning from close", I was a big man and it was not easy to say anything, the girl turned around and left, and then I heard the big pillar say that she thought I was dirty, and the whole was a sling.

The good wish of holding a small hand and kissing a small mouth has also come to naught, and fairy tales are all lies.

I returned to the entrance of the village depressed, but I saw a pink dress scattered on the ground, which was the small belly pocket worn by the eldest girl, not far away, and small white thong-shaped panties!

Brother is so old that he really hasn't seen these things, and at the moment the blood is all flowing between his legs, and I don't know what kind of psychology he has, and he followed those things all the way into the graveyard.

In front of the grave, an old man was digging the earth like crazy, surrounded by a pile of women's clothes, which seemed to be hiding in the tomb.

I just spat hard in my heart, thinking to myself, how can there be such a perverted person in the world?

He shaved for a moment and suddenly convulsed, not knowing whether it was epilepsy or angina, and writhed exaggeratedly, his mouth emitting a low growl similar to that of a wild dog.

I could only see his back from this angle, and I didn't dare to move it, otherwise I would have really wanted to see if it was a human or a ghost.

He writhed for a while, his body seemed to be angry, and his clothes and trousers were torn and torn into locks; Large, thin hands scratched at the scalp in pain.

I was hesitating to rush to his rescue when a stream of blood poured out of his head, and he tore his scalp open!

The more he tore it, the harder he tore it, and in the huge crack in the middle of his scalp, a bloody and mucus head was slowly revealed, and the old skin was completely peeled off as if he had undressed.

In front of me, it looks like a monkey that has been skinned, but it is still squirming and panting!

After molting, he also looked extremely weak, and fell headlong in front of the grave. The midday sun shone on him, raising bursts of white moisture. The mucus is evaporating, and the newborn epidermis is gradually revealed, disgusting like a newborn rat cub......

I almost fucking crawled home from the graveyard that day......

Later, when the school was closed due to the onslaught of the rebels, and the village was in a drought, I rarely went out again......

My name is Lu Le, a farmer who is destined to face the loess with his back to the sky for generations. But the legendary life is a turning point from this ghost.

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Grandpa's name is Lu Qinghe, who is in his early sixties, and he is an authentic old farmer. Now that it was time to dig ditches and irrigate seedlings, there was no farm work to do, and the old man's heart was in a mess.

After dinner, he sat silently on the threshold, holding the yellow, cracked hookah in his hand, worried about his future livelihood.

Lu Le took a deep breath of the air mixed with the fragrance of tobacco leaves, squatted beside his grandfather, held his chin and asked him: "Grandpa, there are bunches of small white flowers blooming on the old locust tree in the west of the village, if it is mixed with buckwheat noodles and eaten in pancakes, how fragrant it should be......

As he spoke, he swallowed involuntarily.

Grandpa heard the careful thoughts in his words, his face sank, and his eyebrows squeezed out three folds: "A few people have died in the village one after another, these days are not peaceful, you stay at home honestly, don't be a demon for me!" ”

Lu Le stuck out his tongue and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Can't people think about it......"

Grandpa lowered his head and "gurgling" and instigated a big mouthful of hookah, and after a while, he gently bumped him with his shoulder, and said: "The big weir river is dry to the bottom, I will go to the pond mud to find it tomorrow, and see if I can dig some loaches and mullets to improve for you." ”

"Pull it down, don't toss it when you're old."

Lu Le got up and walked to the back room, and his grandfather shouted in the back: "Sleep with me at night!" ”

"I'm seventeen! You've been begging for a daughter-in-law when you're my age, so how can I still sleep with you......"

Lu Le didn't look back, plugged in the door bolt when he entered his hut, and lay straight on the earthen kang, only to see that his belly had collapsed into the back of his back, and his ribs were as distinct as shaved lamb chops, so he looked up to the sky and sighed: "Hungry!" ”

Grandfather's disgusting voice came from outside the house: "Gua baby! ”

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The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the room was as bright as it was in the early morning, and the weather was unbelievably clear.

Smelling the fragrance of acacia flowers sent by the night breeze, Lu Le began to feel uneasy.

It is true that the family next to the big locust tree has just died, and it is impossible to say that he is not afraid in his heart, but when a hungry man makes up his mind to find food, that kind of willpower can only be described in eight words: to overcome all difficulties and to be desperate.

What's more, he had been stirred up by the empty city plan that he had repeatedly chanted in his stomach, and he didn't fall asleep for a minute.

Gently pushing open the small wooden window on the mottled low earth wall, Lu Le climbed up with his hands on tiptoes, and scurried out of the window like a slippery loach.

In the cubicle, Grandpa's unforgiving snoring was like a pot of stewed soup that was constantly boiling. After listening with bated breath for a while, he walked away with confidence.

The village is very small, less than two miles from east to west. I don't know when it started, and I don't know what the reason is, most of the people in the west have moved to the east one after another. Lu Le once overheard the aunts who were shaking their fans in the river bay at night to enjoy the cool air, saying that there was a ghost market in the boundary of the west end, and it was as lively as a market on the night of March 3, and there were often evil doors in the daytime, so everyone did not dare to live anymore after a long time.

At the beginning, Lu Le walked happily, after all, there were many residents here, and the adobe houses were next to each other, and he looked at his heart steadily. Except for the occasional croaking of frogs and insects on the road, there was silence in all directions.

It's also strange to say that these days, the arrogant big yellow dogs in the village are like taking dumb medicine, and it is rare to bark once.

Skirting the bend of the river, there is a cemetery in front of it.

In their village, there is a special thing: ghosts give people the door, that is good luck; People guard the door of ghosts, and there is no place to bury them. Therefore, the villagers built their ancestral tombs not far from the gate.

Speaking of which, there are either relatives or neighbors buried there, and there is nothing to be afraid of, but when Lu Le really walked to the middle of the deserted graves of different heights, the roots of his hair still stood up involuntarily.

As the saying goes, if you walk a lot, you will meet ghosts at night. People are active during the day and sleep at night; Ghosts hide during the day and haunt at night. You come out and wander around during the time when it should be active, and you will be tossed for a while, and if you don't get it, you will get bad luck or even lose your life. Therefore, the old people told that when you have to walk at night, you must have three fires:

The first is the fire of the heart, which is a kind of murderous aura that people bring. The second is an open flame, that is, a torch or a cigarette or something. The third is Tianhuo, when you feel that something is wrong, you reach out and scratch your scalp three times, and Tianhuo comes out.

One of the three fires can be kept safe by walking at night. Otherwise, it will be unpredictable.

Thinking of this, Lu Le stretched out his hand and scratched the hair forest vigorously, and as soon as the second one was scratched, there was a muffled sound in the cemetery, and the ground shook. His hands shook in fright, and he almost didn't pull a handful of hair off his head.

Cautiously raised his eyes and looked around, there was no half ghost, and he was surprised for a while, and suddenly remembered that this was like the sound of a mechanism that captured a weasel.

Weasels like to burrow in their graveyards, using the burial chambers of the dead as burrows. And a full-grown weasel's skin can be sold for seven cents. In that era when a pound of pork was less than a piece, this was also a considerable amount. Therefore, many people will set this kind of earthen trap in the cemetery to catch weasels in the spare time. The principle is actually very simple, at the mouth of the weasel's hole, a piece of adobe is propped up with a thin branch, and as long as the weasel rubs against the branch when it comes out of the hole, the adobe will fall off guard and crush it to death.

Corpses tend to be a blur of flesh and blood, but the fur is intact.

The fear just now was swept away, and Lu Le felt a burst of joy in his heart: Isn't this a seven-cent for nothing? This was too tempting for him, who had not seen the oil star for several months, so he quickly lowered his head and followed the voice to find it through the gap in the graveyard.

It was two new graves, one large and one small, next to each other. Why is it a new grave? In such a dry and sunny weather, the soil on the two graves is still damp, and there is a different smell of earth in the distance.

In the northwest corner of the larger new grave, a large piece of adobe fell to the ground and scattered, and something was faintly pressed underneath.

He trotted over, picked up the thin twig, which was half a foot long, tossed the adobe pieces aside, and soon found the weasel's tail and pulled it out of the burial of the clod.

The weasel must have grown to the size of a dog's cub. The head and chest cavity have been smashed flat by more than a dozen pounds of adobe, and flesh and brains burst out of the seven orifices.

Lu Le was disgusted for a while, but such a big weasel skin is possible to sell it for three or two pieces!

Looking at the loot in his hand through the bright moonlight, he didn't know if he didn't look closely, his face became as white as the moonlight, and he fell to his knees as soon as his calves and stomach were weak......