"There are no ghosts in this world, but many people are lying, those lies have been difficult to come true in the world for a long time, and they have secretly resented, and they have become images that can be seen but cannot be touched. The voice, sometimes near and sometimes far away, is creepy.

"Where am I? How can there be a sound and you can't see things! The antique connoisseur cowered, and as soon as he raised his head, his head thumped against a hard slate.

"Who put me in the sarcophagus. Help, help. ”

There were several small holes in the edge of the sarcophagus, and there was a sound coming from the hole, and it was from the small hole that the sound came in. The antique connoisseur was so cold that he kept snorting hot air on his hands.

"Ah, what a miserable death I had!" A miserable woman's voice came through the small hole, and the hair on the antique connoisseur's body stood on end.

"Mom!" The antique connoisseur shouted.

It turned out that the female ghost had put her finger into the small hole and poked into the tomb. She laughed ghostly, "Hahaha! ”

The whole coffin began to shake violently. A tremendous force is lifting the coffin lid up. "Zleng!" The lid of the coffin was half-floated in the air, and a long-haired head with an indistinct face poked out of the coffin.

The woman had a pale face, no nose and no mouth, only two large eyeballs bulging outward, and the eyeballs were white, and there was no black eye at all.

The female ghost's laughter was sharper and more sad. He stepped on the stomach of the antique connoisseur with one leg, and then the other foot stepped in, and she straddled the antique connoisseur's waist, gently caressing the antique connoisseur's chest with her cold palm, and the antique connoisseur's spirit was close to collapse.

The female ghost leaned down and kept sniffing the smell of the antique connoisseur. "Why can't you smell it?" The female ghost asked herself.

"Masculinity, why is there no masculinity at all." The female ghost's tone was a little anxious. She suddenly cried out ferociously, and the eardrums of the antique connoisseur were almost deafened by the terrible scream.

"Ahh The antique connoisseur felt the woman's hand grasp his underside tightly, and he screamed in pain. "Let go, let go."

At this moment, the stone slab suspended in mid-air fell heavily, sealing the female ghost and the antique connoisseur in the coffin.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me." The antique connoisseur pleaded with the female ghost, his face full of tears. "Mom, mom, help me."

There was a white light in front of him, and after a long time, it was dark again. By the time he opened his eyes again, the female ghost had already disappeared. The antique connoisseur gasped heavily.

"There are no ghosts in this world, but many people are lying, those lies have been difficult to come true in the world for a long time, and they have secretly resented, and they have become images that can be seen but cannot be touched. The words came again from the small hole in the edge of the coffin.

"Ah, what a miserable death I had!" A miserable woman's voice came through the small hole.

Why is it still the voice of the female ghost, and after a while, another finger came in from the small hole. This time the antique connoisseur did not scream in fright.

Immediately afterwards, the entire coffin began to shake violently, and a huge force was lifting the coffin lid above itself, why was this scene so consistent with just now.

Sure enough, the coffin lid hung in the air, and the female ghost's head poked out from above again.

The female ghost's laughter was sharp and sad. She stepped on the antique connoisseur's stomach with one leg, and then the other foot stepped in, straddled the antique connoisseur's waist, and she still gently caressed the antique connoisseur's chest with her cold palm.

The female ghost leaned down and kept sniffing the smell of the antique connoisseur. "Why can't you smell it?" The female ghost asked herself.

"Masculinity, why not masculinity?" The female ghost asked again. Saying that, the female ghost grabbed her hand towards the lower body of the antique connoisseur again, this time the antique connoisseur had already taken precautions, and had already protected her crotch with both hands to prevent the female ghost from succeeding. Seeing that the antique connoisseur actually dared to resist, the female ghost angrily scratched the antique connoisseur's neck with her hand, the major artery in his neck was scratched, and the blood sprayed on the female ghost's face. A nose and mouth grew out of the place where there was nothing just now, and black eyes appeared on the white eyeballs. The antique connoisseur frowned, why did the female ghost look exactly the same as his own appearance, it turned out that this female ghost was looking for a stand-in. At this moment, the stone slab suspended in mid-air fell heavily, sealing the female ghost and the antique connoisseur in the coffin.

A white light in front of the antique connoisseur's eyes, and after a long time, darkness again. By the time he opened his eyes again, the female ghost had disappeared, and he touched his neck, which had been bleeding profusely just now.

The antiques connoisseur clenched his fists tightly, he didn't understand what was going on.

"There are no ghosts in this world, but many people are lying。。。。。" From the small hole in the coffin came another shout from far and near.

A wet towel was placed over the antique connoisseur's hot head, and his eyes were closed and his whole body twitched. But after a while, the towel was taken away and put into a basin to throw water. It turns out that all this is a picture from the dream of an antique connoisseur. He was lying on a bed covered with a quilt and a record player at the head of the bed, in which the words were repeated. "There are no ghosts in this world...

"How is he now?" A man with a deep voice asked.

The man who took care of the antique connoisseur replied calmly, "I have already given him sleeping pills just now, and he is dreaming non-stop." It looks like I met a ghost in a dream. So he put the wet towel on the man's forehead.

The man with a deep voice handed him a needle. "Give him a punch."

"What's over here?" The man who cares for the antiques connoisseur asked.

"This is the toxin I extracted from the pufferfish, and when it is injected into his body, his central nervous system will be completely destroyed!" The man with a deep voice said.

"What happens if it is destroyed?" The person who takes care of the antique connoisseur asks

"The central nervous system is responsible for the movement, senses and conditioned reflexes of the human body, and once it is destroyed, it is like being paralyzed, completely unable to move." The man with a deep voice replied.

The man who cared for the antique connoisseur injected the medicine from the diagnosis into the antique connoisseur's vein, and it didn't take long for the antique connoisseur's body to stop, but the sweat continued to flow.

"Can he still speak, and can he still feel pain?"

"He couldn't speak anymore, but the pain could still be felt."

"It's like the soul is locked in the body."