There are no stars!

There is no moon!

The night sky, quietly, a spindle is inky black, the surroundings are pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

Suddenly, a faint thunder followed, followed by a dazzling lightning, which brought a moment of light to this dark land!

Saigon.

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, the farmland is verdant, there are mountains and there are many housing villages, relatively speaking, it is a prosperous and convenient place. There are also a lot of small villas nearby, which are scattered.

Zhou Honghong was home alone. This house is owned by his boyfriend Chen Chong, a very old duplex. Chen Chong is a guitarist, and he went to a bar to perform. Zhou Honghong suffered from mild insomnia and had nothing to do, sitting alone on the bed listening to the radio and waiting for her boyfriend to come back.

In a home of dozens of square meters, she is the only one who breathes, which seems a little empty.

Outside, the wind was strong, and the branches were swaying sharply.

The street lamps lit up on the sidewalk, faintly on, and there was no one in sight.

There was a black rumbling on both sides, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, alone in the room, Zhou Honghong closed the curtains and turned off the lights, and the voice of Ying Sickself came slowly on the radio.

"Hu Guohua has the most ghost ideas, in order to deal with his uncle, he went home to the village to find a craftsman who tied paper people and paper horses, which is the kind that burns to the dead. This paper-binding master is very skillful, as long as you can tell something, he can do it vividly.

He tied Hu Guohua a paper woman framed in white paper paste as required, and painted the paper figure with watercolors eyebrows, eyes, nose, clothes and hair, and looked at it from a distance, hey, it really looks like a living person. ...... "I have learned some tips for telling ghost stories from Zhong Weiming, combined with Zhang Zhen's storytelling method in his previous life, telling stories should be fast and low, and the rhythm of slow and heavy is excellent.

Zhou Honghong also listened with relish, there have been many supernatural rumors in Hong Kong, and there are countless more public Cheng dù or more circulated among the people, such as the Hong Kong-Kowloon Railway advertising supernatural incident, the University of Hong Kong supernatural incident, the ghost rumor of the pigtailed girl, Sha Tin Meng* House, etc., and there are some gossip media statistics of the top ten haunted places in Hong Kong, etc., most of which she has heard. She is naturally bold, she has never felt too scared to listen to ghost stories, listening to ghost stories online alone at midnight, but I think it is a special stimulation, can be exciting, make people nervous, is a particularly good way for her to release psychological pressure, listening to ghost stories online can help relieve anxiety and stress.

So Zhou Honghong, while waiting for her boyfriend to come back, continued to listen. …… Listening to ghost stories in the middle of the night, it is like waking up and dreaming, she wanders freely in the house, and believes that in addition to fear, she also enjoys the stimulation of the rapid expansion of pores, and challenges her own horror limits!

But he didn't know that he was like opening Pandora's box to bring disaster.

The young but very calm voice on the radio, in vain, whispered:

Hu Guohua put the paper man at home, put it on the kang in the back room, covered the paper man with a quilt, and thought very well, and when my uncle came in a few days, he said that my daughter-in-law was sick and couldn't see guests while lying on the bed, so let him take a look at it from a distance. Thinking of the pride, I couldn't help humming a little song and slipped into the city to smoke a big cigarette.

Within a few days, my uncle came to the door and bought some flower cloth snacks and the like to see my nephew and daughter-in-law, Hu Guohua shirked according to the pre-thought statement, saying that my daughter-in-law was unwell and could not see guests, so I asked my uncle to open the curtain at our mouth and take a look at it and put the curtain down.

Uncle doesn't want to, oh, you kid just deal with your own uncle? No, I have to meet my new daughter-in-law today, and when I am sick, I will pay for my new daughter-in-law to ask Lang Zhong to see her illness.

Hu Guohua stopped him alive and dead, and the more he stopped him, the more he seemed to have a problem, and his uncle was even more suspicious, and the two quarreled. At this moment, the curtain of the door of the inner room opened, and a woman came out, looking white and clean, with a big face and plates, big butts and small feet, Hu Guohua sighed in his heart, hey, isn't this the paper man I found someone to paste? How did it come to life?"

The more Zhou Honghong listened, the tighter her brows wrinkled. When she heard the words that her face was very white, there was no blood at all, and the ruddy on her face was smeared with rouge, according to the previous text, her heart also chuckled.

Zhou Honghong felt in her heart that this night's strange conversation was really good, although Zhong Weiming was replaced, but there was a more interesting person, and the ghost story told was good.

In the excitement of nervousness and apprehension, I continued to hear:

The room was darkened, and the white paper man was lying motionless on his bed, covered with a quilt, as if nothing had happened before.

Hu Guohua wants to keep her at night and then become a living person, it is better for me to burn it clean. Resist the white paper man to the yard, take out the fire fold, and want to burn the paper man, when the paper man suddenly speaks: "You have no conscience, I am kind enough to help you, but you want to burn me!"

Hu Guohua was startled, and Zhou Honghong was also startled in the middle of the night.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly.

The plot starts from this moment and continues to spread, except for the fear that clings to the skin and penetrates deep into the bone marrow. It's the thrill of not being able to sleep!

……

Central and Western District, Hong Kong.

Huang Lei stood in front of the window, twisting his neck, smoking a cigarette, just now he was rushing to catch up with a copy, but he was always confused, his work did not make much progress, he wanted to relax and listen to the radio.

The radio was playing a midnight program on commercial radio at this moment, and it was a strange conversation in the middle of the night.

He'd been listening to it for a long time, and he was tired of telling old-fashioned ghost stories by himself, but there really wasn't any good show to listen to at this time.

Patient, Huang Lei unexpectedly heard a young man's deep voice on the radio, "The next day, Zhao Pingping went to the officer's house to deliver the letter, and it was an old woman who received her, and the old woman took out the letter and read it, and then warmly invited Zhao Pingping to her home and poured her a cup of tea. Zhao Pingping drank a few sips of tea and chatted with the old woman, when she suddenly felt the Venus in front of her spinning around, and she fainted and fell to the ground. A bucket of cold water doused Zhao Pingping awake, and she found herself naked, naked, tied to a stripping orange, and the walls were covered with human skins. ”

There were several people standing around, none other than the old woman and some of her men. She took the letter to Zhao Pingping and showed her it, and there was only one sentence on the letter: "Send the hundredth beautiful skin, please check." The old woman sneered and said: "You are dying, let you understand that we are all hidden spies, skinning women is to fill them with explosives, a total of 100 human skins have to be prepared, and today we finally have enough to count." As he spoke, he took out a brake knife and handed it to one of his subordinates, and asked him to skin Zhao Pingping alive, the brake knife is a special knife for peeling, and the big man used a knife to cut the top of Zhao Pingping's head, and ...... in her screams."

The sound of fine raindrops knocking on the windowpane, and the muffled voice that had become fine, like the tide at dusk, swept over my heart one after another. Huang Lei stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the city in the rain, at this moment from the top of the building, a bird's-eye view from a high sky, only to see the vast parking lot like a large gray tablecloth, flat on the west side of the square on the side of the building, and the white area separation line on the ground, just like the pattern on the tablecloth, with criss-crossed, three-dimensional lines, just right spread on the gray tablecloth, but because it was late at night, there were no cars on the ground, The scene that I had been accustomed to now looked so desolate and empty, and the occasional lonely sedan was now like a figure staring at it with gloomy cold eyes.

The light becomes extremely ambiguous under the dark clouds, and the sound of rain outside the window gives people a feeling of breathlessness. Huang Lei was burned by the cigarette in his hand, his hand was agitated, he woke up, and slowly let out a sigh, leaving a piece of water vapor on the glass.

Ying Yiji's mouth was still talking non-stop, and it was whispering like a ghost in Huang Lei's ears.

What does it feel like?

Quietly bite your fears, not ghosts, not criminals, not aliens, not anything outside of your body, but yourself. His horror doesn't need to be explained, it's silent, the long night is lonely, when you gasp, the breath is cold to the bone marrow, and the horror comes......

Tuen Mun.

A university.

As the night gradually extended, the school, which had been noisy just now, instantly became lifeless.

The green trees under this dark night look like monsters with teeth and claws, which may suddenly rush out at any time. The road is still full of people during the day, but at this time, the night wind is the only one that rolls the paper on the road.

The lights in the corridor are like torches, and in the dormitories, a few students with strong hormones, reading novels, watching doll paintings, but a person is lying quietly on the bed, listening to the latest show tonight, and the ghost blows the lamp-

One person looked at the novel and exclaimed: "What a demon clown, dare to compete with me!" Chiyou is too domineering, handsome and stylish enough, I like it so much! "It turned out to be another god fan.

One of the people on the upper bunk knocked on the iron railing and scolded: "Fight the street, four-eyed field chicken, haven't you already seen it three times, and you're still excited!"

The man was not angry, and said with a smirk: "Hehe, it's not happy!" It's not cool and can't help it, I just love to watch it, don't say that I don't think it's enjoyable three times, five times, ten times, I don't think it's enjoyable, it's too little to watch, this is really a thief and a good look, what do you think about winning the disease. ”

The guy listening to the radio on the bed opposite him gritted his teeth and said, "Stop-stop, if you don't listen to me listen to the radio, you can do it, let me listen to it and go to sleep."

"What a broken show, what a good ......"

As he spoke, his anxious and fast voice came from the radio, "I finally rubbed past the nine-story demon building, walked less than two hundred steps forward, and suddenly my feet were soft, as if I had stepped on some huge animal, I used a flashlight to shine, and under my feet was a huge reptile that I had never seen before, it spit out a long tongue, its skin color was very close to the color of the ground, it looked a bit like a monitor lizard, and the appearance was very similar to that of a crocodile, but it did not have such a rough skin, and the front kiss was not as sharp as a lizard, It is relatively round, with a snake-like tongue, red and long, with a fork in the front, and its skin is pitch black, covered with large white rounds, and it can basically be described as a super-large frog with a long tail in terms of appearance.

The further he went, the more disgusting the people in the dormitory became. They all scolded one after another, and this street hit was too disgusting.

Having said that, Win Sick has successfully attracted everyone's attention, this listen, everyone's heart faintly flooded with curiosity, but they can't extricate themselves, nausea is followed by a long depression, followed by a moment of fear.

Both sides of the corridor were pitch black, and there was no light in the dormitory, except for the sound of fast or slow, rough or heavy breathing of the dormitory people, and the people on the radio, still chattering about ghost blowing lights.

The story told by Win Sick is gripping and very scary, and he pays great attention to the combination of sounds, and he uses his voice to interpret the most special charm ...... horror.

There was a sudden light in the room.

It was raining again, and there was thunder. With a dull thunder, another bolt of lightning illuminated the dark dormitory building.

At this time, I happened to talk about a terrifying passage in the nine-story tower.

Several people's hearts became more and more hairy, their hearts beat faster, and it seemed that a devil was approaching When Ying Sick had shouted along with the content, several people's heads buzzed, "Ahh

A timid man almost screamed, and the dormitory instantly became dark and dark.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the dormitory door, 'Pa-Pa-Pa-' It seemed that there was a resentful footstep coming from a distance...... 'Peng-Peng-' was not far away, but from the staircase 'Pa-Pa--Pa-' The footsteps were slow and clear, and this made them even more frightened, and finally the footsteps stopped, "Tuk tuk, Tuk tuk", and a rapid knock came from outside the door. "Hey, you dead boys don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing nonsense." A hoarse voice said angrily.

It turned out to be the teacher who stayed behind, and everyone was busy breathing a long sigh of relief, and one of them hurriedly lowered the sound of the radio, but did not dare to respond.

Just like that, time passed slowly in the ghost blowing lamp told by Win Sick. But this night was destined to be a sleepless night

The dark university was silent. The long night was finally coming to an end, and it was a little lifeless.

The ghost blows out the lantern, but under the mouth of Ying Sick, it seems that it has taken the wings of terror, and on a dark and windy night in the moon, it flies under the windows of the people, and listens to the screams of the people. And then laugh rampantly - hahaha!!

……

Early morning.

Because it had just rained, the sky was still gloomy, and the air was wet, but the weather finally improved slightly, and the sky was sunny after the rain.

"Old Ma, did you listen to it last night?" "Of course I listened, it's a program I must listen to every day before going to bed, but it's strange that Zhong Weiming didn't talk about this show, and let another postnatal boy tell it, hey, don't say it, the story told by this postnatal boy also has a different taste."

"Well, not only is the story well, this story is better, this is this, blow the lamp to this ghost! It's amazing. I didn't expect that there are so many doorways for a tomb robber, it's amazing, you say that these tomb robbers are really not bold and will never be able to do it! ”

"Yes, when I saw so many unclean things, the souls of ordinary people who were scared were gone."

"I listened to it with my wife last night, and it was scary! Hey, I didn't say I was afraid, but it wasn't a taste to hear, Mao Mao couldn't sleep all night, my wife screamed all night last night, and the one next door also shouted all night, what did you say. - "Say what?" ”

"That scream, tell us to stop, and I'm not afraid of me flashing my waist night after night—"

"Puff ha......"

……

After a night, all the deeds of Xiangjiang about the ghost blowing lantern last night broke out, and people were telling all kinds of bizarre and strange incidents of the ghost blowing out the lantern, and many people were talking about the most terrifying, disgusting and flavorful thing about that place.

Regardless of men, women and children, as long as they have heard the story of winning the sick and blowing the lamp, they are all fascinated by this audio novel, and the letters written to the commercial radio station suddenly have hundreds more in a day, which frightens the people of the commercial station to think that the program has gone wrong and is abused and complained by the audience.

In short, the ghost blows out the lamp, just like Sou Shen Ji, Sou Shen Ji is on fire in one day, and the ghost blows out the lamp is on fire overnight! Hot mess!

In the end, everyone gave a summary of the ghost blowing the lamp that won the disease:

1. Listening at night is very electricity-intensive, because you will be so scared that you will turn on the lights all night; Second, you can watch it with your girlfriend, provided that you are bold enough, if you are so frightened that you grab her sleeve and tremble, the effect is counterproductive; 3. If you want to harm someone, you can choose to send the radio to the other party in the middle of the night. It can be seen that the ghost blows the lamp and the horror of the dù.

Another night, the radios were turned on again.

The ghostly fire of the ghost blowing the lamp was lit up, and the obscure ghost words rang out again, and terror permeated the sky over the city.

There are many more listeners across the city who are standing by the radio in fear!

Every night and night, the parts of Hong Kong become more and more terrifying like computers infected with the most terrible virus......

The terrifying wave of ghosts blowing the lantern has swept across Hong Kong!