I was a little confused, I didn't react at the first time, and stabbed the white bone hand with a branch. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info suddenly saw a trance, and the bony hand jerked out of the ground and grabbed my foot.

I cried out with a "wow" and sat on the ground with my feet to kick that hand. But the hand was holding on to me, and no matter how hard I pedaled, I couldn't get rid of it.

Zhu and Chubby hurried over to pull me, but no matter how hard they tried, I couldn't get up from the ground. Chubby usually has a lot of strength, and he is also anxious to show it, so he gritted his teeth and held his breath and pulled me up with all his might.

The grip on that hand on my foot tightened, and I screamed, "It hurts!" Don't drag it, it hurts me. "The dry bones felt like they were going to tighten my flesh, and I felt like my feet were going to break. It was just a six-year-old child, and I didn't know what to do but cry out loud in the face of such a terrifying and terrifying thing.

The pillar is a year older than us, and children in the countryside see this kind of thing a lot. At that time, the pillar muttered to Xiaopang: "Xiaohui, is this evil?" "Don't look at people who are fat, but they are very timid, and their faces are white with fright. A pair of small eyes stared at me crying loudly, and I couldn't even speak.

"Forget it, that's the only way to do it." As he spoke, he took off his pants and peed on my feet.

The smell of urine wafted through the air, and I felt the heat on my feet, and I stared at the bony hand that had been scattered.

I didn't expect it to work! Immediately, I didn't care about anything else, I pulled out my feet and got up and ran down the mountain. When the pillar saw that I finally stood up, he pulled up the frightened fat man and ran down after me.

My right foot hurt so badly that when I looked down, I saw a red patch, but I didn't care about it, so I gritted my teeth and went down the hill desperately. A gust of wind behind him and a weird laugh of "gurgling" soon caught up. I didn't dare to turn back, so I could only run forward.

I was about to run down the hill a little distance, and suddenly my feet loosened, and I felt my body fall heavily. The fall hurt me and tears flowed again. But before I could cry, I found myself in a very dark environment.

Remembering that it had just fallen, I hurriedly shouted the names of the pillar and Chubby from above, but there was no response at all. I raised my hand in a panic and found that the place was very small, and I was sitting here with my hands not straight.

I cried and fumbled around, and found that it was very small all around, and it was a very small box-like space. Thinking of the coffins scattered here and there on the hill, I suddenly realized that I was afraid that I had fallen into a coffin, and the feeling was indescribable. It's just scared, so scared that I don't know what to do, and I forget to shout for help.

Suddenly, a little blue fire lit up in the darkness beside it. I knew it was a ghost fire, and instinctively shrank back. As soon as my eyes dazzled, a white and bony hand came out of the firelight and grabbed me, and I screamed as hard as I could, and as soon as my eyes darkened, I didn't know anything.

When I woke up again, I was already lying on the kang at my aunt's house, surrounded by many people.

Later, I found out that after we went up the mountain that day, we didn't come back until the evening. My aunt went to ask the child who didn't go up the mountain, and found out that the three of us had gone to the Tomb Mountain. The villagers hurried up the mountain to look for it, and they also brought two of the best big black dogs in the village.

Halfway up the mountain, I found the pillar and the little fat, and the two of them were so frightened that their souls were almost gone, and they shrank in the grass and shivered, but they didn't see my shadow.

Later, the two big black dogs smelled me, and a few adults opened an old grave and dug me out of the coffin.

After this incident, my aunt specially asked a local goddess to exorcise ghosts and dispel evil spirits for me. The goddess said that I had a great life, and that I was accompanied by two boys full of yang energy, and that the urine bubble on the pillar also played a big role, and that if it wasn't for the urine, I would have died while I was in the coffin.

Hearing me talk about the white hand, the goddess shook her head and said, "If you cut off his hand, he will definitely not let you go." You are also born with yin energy, so you always get into trouble with these things, and it will be too easy to get into trouble when you stay away from the grave and the dead in the future. ”

When the goddess left, she gave me a talisman to wear around my neck and not to take it off for three days.

I was so frightened that I clutched the talisman to sleep and didn't dare to let go.

As a result, that night, I slept until midnight, and I felt very cold. It was so cold that I shivered, and I couldn't wrap myself tightly in the quilt. I wanted to call my aunt to sleep with me, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them, let alone open her mouth.

I panicked in my heart, remembered the words of the goddess, and moved my hand, feeling as if I was still holding the talisman. With such a move, probably grasping the effect of the talisman, I opened my eyes.

At first glance, I saw an emaciated ghost standing at my feet, with a thin face like a skeleton and a pair of gray eyes that almost fell out of their sockets.

I felt a sigh in my heart, and I wanted to cry, but I found that I couldn't cry at all. It was like something was stuffed in my throat, and it was so clogged. No matter how hard I tried, there was no sound at all.

The wizened ghost floated towards me on his feet, and leaned down. A skeletal face reached out to me. I couldn't cry, but tears flowed silently out of my eyes, and my mind went blank. The ghost held up a broken hand and dangled it in front of me, making a creaking sound as if to say you give me back my hand. But there was a lot of creepy creaking in the voice, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

I tried to squeeze my grip on the talisman tightly, and then tightened it...... Suddenly, my throat loosened and I blurted out a scream. When this shout came out, my whole body suddenly moved, and I instinctively reached out to push the ghost in front of me, trying to push it away.

Just as my hand touched the ghost, a light suddenly flashed, and the ghost disappeared with a "whoosh".

At the same time, the lights in the bedroom were turned on. My aunt's face appeared in front of me, and she was shaking me vigorously and shouting, "Xiaohui, Xiaohui, wake up quickly." ”

I finally started crying, and my aunt took me in her arms and comforted me. Only then did I realize that the cold sweat had soaked through my clothes, and that the talisman hanging from my neck had been torn off by me and was clenched tightly in the palm of my right hand.

My aunt saw that I couldn't do this, so early the next morning, she bought some paper money and tribute, and went to the top of the mountain to burn the white bones where we dug up the bones. I went to the goddess and asked for two talismans, and I came back and burned them to ashes for me to drink.

For a long time after that, the ghost never reappeared. The red finger prints on my ankle slowly receded, and we both thought it would be okay again.

However, just a few days before my parents were about to come to pick me up, another incident happened.