"Okay, it's a man, then please!" When the foreman heard my words, he said with a smirk.

"Wait! To welcome the female ghost, you must tie your hands so that you won't startle the female ghost! ”

The one who said this was the Mr. Yin and Yang who was invited.

"You're not kidding me!" The fat man said with a gun to the forehead of Mr. Yin and Yang.

"It's up to you to decide whether to go or not, this Taoist is just saying what you need to say and doing what you have to do!" Mr. Yin and Yang looked at the fat man and me with a very pretentious expression.

"Fatty, don't be impatient!" I looked at the fat man and said, then I turned to the foreman and said, "Come on! Tie it up! ”

"Okay, I have the guts, my old Wei is convinced!" As he spoke, the foreman took out a rope and tied my hands.

Seeing this, the fat man quickly walked over to me and said in my ear: "Little master, there is no need to do it! ”

"Fatty, don't you want to know what all this is all about?" I looked at the fat man and said.

"Yes, my fat man wants to know, but we don't need to fold our lives inside!" The fat man looked at me and persuaded.

"It's okay fat man, don't worry, I know it!" I looked at the fat man and said.

"Okay, since you have decided, the little pavilion master, then my fat man will accompany you through this journey." As he spoke, the fat man prepared to tie his hands as well.

"Fatty, what are you doing?" I looked at the fat man and asked.

"I'm going with you!" The fat man looked up at me and said.

"You're a ghost! You also tie your hands up, then don't need the ghosts, these people can kill the two of us in minutes, and besides, who will pick me up if you accompany me! I looked at the fat man and said.

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes, you are still the little owner, you are smart, then you mean that my fat man is outside to answer you! The fat man looked at me and said.

"Well, you pay attention to the movement on the bridge, if I can't handle it, you remember to answer me." I watched the fat man stare at me.

"Okay!" The fat man agreed.

Then the fat man and the villagers retreated from the bridge, and for a time I was the only one left on the broken bridge.

At this moment, I was standing on the broken bridge, looking at the villagers and fat people who were gradually walking away, the whole person felt like I had fallen into the abyss, in addition to fear and despair, I regretted it, regretted why I was pretending to be forced!

At this moment, a biting cold wind blew from the other side of the river, and although it was summer, the wind poured down my neck and into my body, and I felt a deep chill spread in an instant.

I was afraid, so I tried to pull the hemp rope that bound my hands, but it was useless, and the foreman didn't know where to find the rope, which was unusually strong.

As I struggled, I suddenly felt that my surroundings began to become quieter, and the cold wind that had been blowing had stopped.

Seeing this, I looked up and saw that there was no moon tonight, only a few scattered stars, dotting the black night sky.

And under the broken bridge, except for the sound of the rushing river, there is endless darkness. And the broken bridge pile was like a black abyss, staring at me.

And just as I was staring at the bridge pile in a daze, suddenly! I heard what seemed to be a voice coming from under the short bridge, and when I listened closely, I heard it as if there were two people talking in a whisper under the bridge.

And in this dark night where you can't see your fingers, under this terrifying and weird short bridge, who else will there be?

Except for the homeless man who was used to sacrifice the bridge successively, and his sister who was left behind by the dog, who else could there be?

And just as I was thinking about all kinds of possibilities in my mind, suddenly the two voices that spoke, giggled, and the laughter was terrifying, as if it was squeezed out of the throat of a male duck, which was terrifying and ugly!

At that time, I only felt numb all over my body, and I opened my mouth to shout for help, but I couldn't shout anything. I could only stand there like that, motionless, not daring to breathe, not even to breathe, for I was afraid that if I breathed, I would be seen by something under the bridge.

In this way, in my caution, the weird laughter lasted for about ten minutes, and finally slowly disappeared.

But at the same time, suddenly there was a light footstep behind me!

When I heard the footsteps, I jerked to look, but as soon as I turned around, there was nothing behind me but the broken bridge.

But it was this fear of the unknown that I couldn't see anything that was even more tormenting, and at the moment, I could clearly feel my legs shaking uncontrollably.

Even I had a premonition, I felt as if I was going to die on this broken bridge in the next second!

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind began to blow around me, and in the wind I suddenly saw a figure, who was standing by the broken bridge, looking at me coldly!

At that moment, I only felt the hairs on my body stand up, my legs weakened, and I squatted on the ground.

By the time I mustered up the courage to look again, the black figure was gone.

Just when I was still trapped in this fear and didn't react, suddenly another terrifying voice came: "Let's da, let's ......"

It was like the sound of something walking on a concrete road.

At this moment, I sat on the broken bridge, listening quietly to the voice, and my eyes did not dare to blink to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Sure enough, after a while, I saw a large, wet hand covered with cement reach out, followed by another hand, then the head, and then the body.

In a few moments, the man slowly climbed up from under the broken bridge in an extremely twisted manner.

His body was rotting, and I will never forget that disgusting and horrible appearance.

As soon as the man climbed up, he walked slowly towards me, and I noticed that with each step he took, there was a bright red footprint under his feet, as if it were a bloody book announcing my death.

Seeing him getting closer and closer to me, and the more and more bloody footprints, my hair instantly stood upside down, and I ran back quickly after shouting.

But the bridge had not yet been built, and there was no place for me to escape, and before I had run two steps, I ran to a dead end, and at this moment the cement man had already forced in front of me, raised his hands stained with cement and pinched my neck.

Seeing this, I closed my eyes and tilted my head to die.