When I got home, I couldn't even eat, and my heart was full of all kinds of fears about the future. The thought of having only three days to die made me cry. Suddenly, I felt like a bastard, I didn't dare to face my father, and I felt a wave of loss in my heart when I thought that I was no longer the real self in my body in the future.

But my father told himself, man, you have to be like a man at a critical time. It's not terrible to do something wrong, but it's terrible to dare not face it and bear it!

I was indeed a coward in the past, I was afraid of death, I was afraid that no one would talk to me, I always cared about the opinions of the people around me, and I didn't live what I thought in my heart at all.

This time, I have to look like a man, and an escape will not solve the problem, only when I face it, I will grow.

I was silently packing up my belongings, and suddenly I received a call from my uncle, telling me to go to the square immediately.

When I came to the square, I found that Uncle Yi had already arrived there, Uncle Yi smiled and touched my head, and said to me: "The dog definitely doesn't have to eat, go, I'll take you to eat." After speaking, I couldn't help but speak, and pulled me to the small restaurant next to me.

I ordered two or three side dishes in the restaurant, and then my uncle asked me if I would drink today? I said forget it, I'm not in the mood, Uncle Yi glared at him, and said what are you afraid of, drink some. Then I asked the waiter to bring twelve bottles of beer.

After three rounds of drinking, I felt a little drunk, so I said to my uncle, "Master, I'm sorry to cause you such a big incident. ”

Uncle Yi smiled: "You can say today that the little doll's longevity, proving that your heart is not bad, this matter is a hurdle for you, you have passed, you will be more mature in the future, you can't get by......" Speaking of this, Uncle Yi stopped, wanted to speak and stopped, half a sound, Uncle Yi sighed, and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

When I saw Uncle Yi like this, I knew in my heart that this time I was dead, and as soon as my nose was counted, tears kept falling. When Uncle Yi looked at me like this, he didn't speak, but just drank with me. Later, I drank a fragment of myself, and I can't remember when I went home, but I woke up from sleep, and it was already the next night.

I got up and washed up and went out, walking on the street, watching people come and go, thinking to myself Huang Yu, how is she doing now? Did Wang Li bully her? Monk and rat, how are they? I heard that the rats are married, and they are about to become fathers, and I promised to give the rats a wedding wine, but this can't be done.

There are so many people on the street, some people have smiles on their faces, some people bow their heads and hurry, some people frown, and suddenly they feel that there are thousands of families in this city, and there are thousands of stories.

And he is just a small episode in this city, no one will pay attention, and no one wants to take the time to learn the story of a stranger, which is too far away for them, and the ghost Taoist priest has only appeared on TV and in novels.

Suddenly, I felt that, in fact, there was nothing wrong with being ordinary, and I wouldn't be afraid if I didn't know. is like the line in "Spider-Man" that I watched a long time ago: the greater the responsibility, the greater the ability; With great power comes great cost.

In fact, I have also shown off to the people around me more than once, saying that I am a Taoist priest and that I will catch ghosts. However, reality is not a drama, no one will treat you as a hero, more people will only treat you as an immature guy, a secondary school boy, a stupid. Force, no one goes back and believes in everything about you.

Because others don't know your story and don't understand your experience, your experience can only be said to others to talk after dinner.

Maybe in the future, which director thinks your story is good and makes a movie for you. But so what, people only remember the perfect protagonist in the movie, and as for what the real protagonist is, if it is himself, he doesn't want to know more.

I've read a lot of novels, and the protagonists in the novels can be respected by the people around them after they get the ability, but the reality is often, you say it, no one believes it, you do it, no one believes it. Stories and life are never together, maybe the story comes from life, but life does not have to develop according to the plot of the story.

I thought a lot that night, a lot of it was a mess, I didn't know what I was doing, I wanted to take out the phone and call my friends, look at the address book and give up.

What I thought about the most that night was that if I lived, I must write my story into a book, and I want to tell everyone that a madman can also be a superman, and tell everyone about ghosts and gods, you can not believe it, but don't slander it, because you don't know who is desperate, who has lost his brother, who has lost his life, when you slander this.

In a trance, the third night arrived. I went downstairs with my belongings, and my uncle was already waiting for me downstairs, and he told me that the family of three was also nearby, so I had to rely on myself tonight, and he couldn't interfere. I answered, followed my uncle into the car, and drove step by step towards my broken soul.

When I came to the mountain that night, the police had sealed the uncle's house, and when I saw the blackened blood in front of the uncle's house, I felt a sense of guilt in my heart.

I went up the mountain, set up the formation, wrote the talisman, and then my uncle and I hid on the side and waited quietly, waiting for the black zombie that took my life to arrive.

Time passed minute by minute, and today this black zombie seems to be particularly enduring, maybe he has suffered my loss, and has not appeared in front of us.

At 2:10 in the middle of the night, Uncle Yi whispered to me: "Here, you must pay attention and be careful in everything." I looked at Uncle Yi, nodded, and pinched the token and talisman in my hand.

Like last time, first the birds flew away, and then the sound of "Xi Xi Suosuo" came, I looked over, good guy, this black zombie is different from last time, maybe because of sucking human blood, I saw that the black zombie was no longer staggering away, but jumping over one by one.

My heart is cold, this time it's really dead, I can't even fight the walking corpse, this time it's a jumping corpse, how can I fight? It's definitely dead!

When the black zombie entered the magic circle, I shouted: "Heaven and earth are natural, the filth is scattered, the eight directions are mighty, proclaim the nine heavens, the fire is urgent, and the spirit is urgent!" Then he screwed the token and rushed forward, but this time it was even worse, and before I could get close to it, it had already broken free of my formation.

The black zombie jumped in front of me, and a pair of claws thrust violently, and I couldn't feel my hands for a moment, and the tokens and talismans also fell.

Seeing that the black zombie fixed me, he stretched out his head and bit my neck, I tilted my neck suddenly, so the technique was reapplied to the head card master of the black zombie, and the black zombie saw that he was stuck by the owner, and began to struggle non-stop, and a pair of claws were inserted deeper and deeper in the struggle.

I was already desperate in my heart, closed my eyes and waited for death, at this time, the first uncle shouted on the side: "Blood on the tip of the tongue!" Blood on the tip of the tongue! Squirt him! After I heard my uncle's voice, I didn't think much about it, and bit my tongue hard, and the sweat hurt out.

Then he shrank his head back, and came face to face with the black stiff, and the stench from its mouth hit my face, making me sick to my stomach.

When I saw that I had retracted my head and was about to come up and bite me again, I immediately sprayed all the blood in my mouth on its face, and when I heard the sound of "snort", it was as if my face had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and black smoke began to rise.

The black stiff was in pain, and his body began to shake from side to side, throwing me out of the way, smashing it on a big tree, and bouncing off.

I saw the black stiff struggle for a while and then stopped, jumping towards me step by step, I kept begging myself to move, but I found that my body was completely disobedient, and I could only watch the black stiff approach me step by step.

I also gave up struggling, too, I couldn't learn anything, and I wanted to be a hero one day. Now he has harmed a family of three, and there is no future in his work, and his monthly salary is not even enough for himself.

It's been a long time since I've eaten with my father, and the girl I like has her own home, and I can't read. My life is really a variety of failures, today I died in the hands of this black zombie, Uncle Yi will definitely avenge himself. Yes, definitely.

When I was ready to face death, I saw a person standing in front of me, it was an uncle! Didn't Uncle Yi tell them not to interfere? How so?