I saw that the driver looked a little panicked and frightened, and I didn't slow down at the time, but I vaguely felt that something was wrong.

I asked the driver what was wrong.

The driver in front of him said tremblingly at this time: "Don't say it, I almost died just now, do you know, do you know what that old man was just now?" You're bold, you look back. ”

I couldn't help but look back through the glass.

The old man, still wearing that black coat, still with his back to us, his shoulders collapsed at some point, his two long sleeves were empty, like a drunken rooster without arms, his sleeves were greatly exaggerated from side to side, and his steps moved forward step by step.

The posture is indescribably weird.

The driver continued, I didn't pay attention just now, but now I think about it, what kind of coat is the old man is wearing, it's a shroud!

As soon as these words came out, I felt a pang in my heart, and my back was cold. At this time I heard a quacking outside, and a strange cry like the duck being pinched in the throat came from behind, and I looked back, and my heart really rose to my throat.

The ghost old man in the shroud, with his back to us, slumped his shoulders and chased after us.

I was so frightened that I didn't dare to look at it, but I looked at the mirror in front of me, and the old man was still chasing, where was the chase, as if it was floating over, straight and straight.

Fortunately, this section of the road was smooth, the driver added the accelerator and threw it off, and when I was about to get out of the car, I kept looking back, for fear that the old man would suddenly chase him out, but fortunately I didn't see it.

Outside the entrance to the village, the driver stopped the car and said in a trembling manner that he would go to a relative's house to deal with it all night, and he didn't dare to turn back today.

When I got out of the car and put down my luggage, I saw the straight man sitting in the co-pilot, and when I paid, I couldn't help but say more, asking the driver where the man in the car went, why did it feel weird?

Actually, I was just a little curious, and the man in the car made me feel a little uncomfortable.

At that time, the driver's hand in receiving the money paused in mid-air, glanced at the car in confusion, and then turned to look at me in a daze, and then pulled his face down, a little unhappy.

When the driver took the money unhappily, he whispered a broken sentence in his mouth.

Although it was a little strange, I didn't ask much, and after entering the village, I saw my house from a distance, the lights were still on, the funeral shed had not been removed, and the whole house was surrounded by a sad atmosphere.

After entering the house, I stepped on the threshold of the hall, and I saw that there were some old ghost-like statues of Buddha in the shrine in the center of the hall, and the two small red paper figures cut out next to them had been smoked and yellowed.

For many years, the incense on the shrine was lit, and the candle oil had been piled up in a thick layer, and over time the wooden boards had been smoked into sallow yellow and blackened, and it seemed that Grandma Ren was worshipping this thing.

Grandma has been fasting and reciting Buddha all her life, but in fact, the thinking of the older generation in the countryside is stubborn and superstitious.

It seems that I came back late, my grandmother has already been buried, and I didn't even have time for her funeral, at this time my mother came out of the next room, with a haggard face, and was very happy to see me back.

I had just experienced it, and I was not very scared, and my face was not very good, so she asked me what was wrong, and after I told me what happened on the road just now, my mother sighed.

I didn't want to say more, so I changed the topic and asked my dad, my mom said that my dad had just fallen asleep after being busy in the past two days.

In our place, the funeral usually takes three days, and I asked my mother and grandmother didn't die last night. Why was it buried today.

My mother told me that the next few days were not very good, and the person who saw things said that today was appropriate, and before I could speak, my mother said that I had tossed for a day, and asked me to sleep quickly, and I would talk about it tomorrow.

I was a little tired, so I asked my mom to go to bed early and go inside.

I woke up early the next morning, I woke up and went out to see my mother sitting at the door of my hall, her head down and her eyes were red, I thought I was angry with my father, and when I woke up, my mother quickly wiped a handful of tears, I asked her what was wrong, she said that she dreamed of my grandmother again last night.