The place I want to go is in a village near Wawu Mountain, and the specific coordinate editing has been sent to me on my mobile phone.

I was not far from that side, and after more than two hours I arrived near Wawu Mountain, and after eating the famous Hongya mutton, I continued to drive my little Buick to my destination.

The rugged mountain roads could not be conquered by a car, but luckily the charlatan lived in a village at the foot of Wawu Mountain.

After getting out of the car, I opened the location to make sure that I was near the destination, and looked around, this village is surprisingly quiet, maybe because Gu Yu is still busy in the field.

I was thinking about where to find someone to ask for directions, and a farmer happened to pass by with a hoe, so I walked over in two steps and asked, "Big brother, do you know where Lan Daoshi's family lives?" ”

The eldest brother looked up and glanced at me, "That's the thatched house on the top of the camp, he doesn't know if he will come back when he goes to the city, you may have to wait for a long time." ”

I looked where he had said, and there was a black shadow in the shape of a house on a hill in the distance, and it would be a few minutes to walk there.

At that time, I asked the editor for his phone number, but this charlatan did not have such 'cutting-edge technology' communication equipment.

I felt a little lost in my heart, and I said thank you to the farmer brother and prepared to go to the other man's house to squat for a while.

"Why don't you go to my house and sit and wait, it's dark and raining, and it's cold outside." The big brother took a few steps forward and turned his head and said.

Naturally, I was glad that if I just walked like this, no one would reimburse me for the round-trip fuel expenses, and if I waited too late, it would be a big deal to give the farmer a little money to live.

This eldest brother's home was unexpectedly far away, and I walked for about ten minutes to a small hill before stopping.

After I walked into the house, the eldest brother poured me a cup of hot water and handed it to me: "You also came to see Lan Daoist to see Feng Shui?" ”

I took it and shook my head, "No, I was asked to ask him something." ”

"Entrusted?" The old man looked surprised, as if he had misunderstood something, and I explained, "Actually, it's nothing, I just want to hear the story of what he does." ”

"You've come all this way to hear stories?" The old brother stared at me incredulously, and after seeing me nodding, the man shook his head and smiled, "If you really want to listen to ghost stories, why bother to go far, those strange stories are in every village." ”

When I heard his tone, I immediately became interested and asked, "So, you also have this kind of story?" ”

"Well," said the farmer, smiling mysteriously, to me, "this is not a story, it's a real story!" ”

"Really? Have you ever seen a ghost? "I'm in good spirits.

As long as I can tell a story that captures people's hearts, I don't bother to care whether he is a Lan Daoist or not, and after sorting it out, I will hand it over to the editor and get it steadily.

"I've seen it, I've lived in this kind of place for decades, and I'm really sorry for the words 'poor country'."

The farmer said and pointed out the door with his chin, "This mountain, whatever strange things you want to see, it can satisfy you, let alone ghosts, as long as you want to see it, demons and monsters can conjure up for you." ”

"Is it really that evil?" I was amazed, and the farmer smiled and said to me, "Last month there was a man in our village who came back from picking mushrooms from the mountains, and he saw a man in the middle of the day, saying that a man who lived in the mountains wanted to buy the mushrooms in his hand.

The price was not bad, the man sold it for two or three hundred yuan and came back, but the next day he took out the ticket only to find out that it was yellow rune paper. ”

This is a common episode in ghost stories, where a ghost suddenly becomes interested in buying something from the living, and the bargaining chip is the yellow rune paper that they use in the underworld.

However, I am not very interested in this kind of story, and with my 'professionalism' giving me a day, I can write a dozen stories of this kind without duplication.

"I've heard a lot of stories like this, and after the truth is revealed, it's often the bad idea that the owner comes up with when he sells his things and loses the gambling money, and he can't pay it back." I laughed.

The farmer laughed too, "If it were that simple, I wouldn't have to tell you, and there's more to come." ”

After the man took out the yellow rune paper, his wife at home was angry and funny, saying that the money was spent and spent, what did he do with such an unlucky lie?

And the man thought that he was usually an upright person, so he didn't bother to make up lies, let alone such absurd and bizarre, he decided to try his luck in the mountains the next day to see if he could find that guy.

The man was lucky, there was a drizzle on the first day, and there would definitely be fungi on the mountain the next day.

He went to the mountains to pick mushrooms for the same reason, and when he walked under the locust tree where he had met the man the day before yesterday, he found a figure slowly approaching.

The man squinted, and although he didn't see his face clearly, he immediately recognized the man who gave him the yellow rune paper, and he immediately spread his feet and ran over there.

And the man saw him chasing after him, as if he knew that the matter had failed, so he turned around and slipped away, and the two of them chased after each other, and it took about twenty minutes before the man in front stopped.

After the man caught up, the other party squatted on the ground and gasped, and he immediately took out the yellow rune paper and scolded.

After scolding for a long time, the man didn't react, the man walked over and grabbed the other party, wanting to ask for an explanation, but he didn't expect his hand to grab the other party's body and lift it up, and his body fell backwards and fell to the ground.

At a glance, where he was carrying was a living person, it was obviously a paper man sold in the coffin shop!

What's even more weird and terrifying is that the face of this paper man is exactly the same as the man's own face!

The farmer stopped, and I took a deep breath and asked, "What about then?" ”

"Later? No, no one has seen a man since," said the farmer, pointing with his chin to the mountain that had blended with the darkness in the distance. ”

This story always makes me feel that there is something wrong, or because it stops abruptly, it makes people's hearts a little blocked.

I stood up and looked in the direction of Lan Daoist's house in the distance, and there seemed to be a little faint light in the haze.

"Looks like it's back."

Hearing me say this, the farmer behind him said, "I originally wanted to keep you for dinner, but since the people are back, I won't delay your time." ”

I also don't want to bother too much, I just want to dig up the story I want to hear as soon as possible and go back, because spending the night outside is an unnecessary expense for me.

The dark night was sandwiched with cold rain, and as soon as I went out, I shivered a lot, but there was no light in my eyes, and the villagers here didn't know whether they slept or didn't come back.