The old man said, "From ten o'clock this evening until twelve o'clock tomorrow morning, you will hang lanterns in front of your house." Remember to never turn off the lights at any time, even in broad daylight, and don't open the door to look out if it's windy outside. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he continued to ask for food.

The rest of the people in the village didn't give the old man food, and there were still many people who beat and scolded the old man.

It is said that the old lady has a son who has not yet married a daughter-in-law, and the mother and son have always depended on each other. The young man also has a good heart, and he usually respects the old and loves the young. Listening to the old man's instructions, he also went to his heart, and hung up the oil lamp that night.

It was calm all night and nothing happened. By the next morning, the oil lamp was running out of oil. The young man was very attentive, and remembered that the old man had told him not to extinguish the lamp, so he climbed to the pine tree in front of his house and cut a branch.

Pine branches not only have oil in the branches, but also have pine oil in the scarred areas. The young man put the whole branch of the pine oil into the oil lamp, which was terrible, and the oil lamp could burn all the time, and it would not be extinguished no matter how strong the wind came. Mother and son waited in the house,

The sky is still calm.

The wild mountain apricot trees on the calm mountain are beautiful in the sun. Strange to say, at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the sky, where the sun was shining, suddenly remembered a thunderstorm from the sky. Then a strong wind swept in, and a dark cloud stopped over the valley.

The small village on the hillside, "Nan Tofu Fang", is Xiaoliangzi in the valley at the foot of the mountain.

Next, everyone guessed that the downpour fell vertically from the dark clouds, and the dozen or so families in the "South Tofu Fang" were also washed away by the torrential rain. Heavy rains brought flash floods that flooded the beams.

"What about the blind old lady and her son? Did you escape? Lu Jia asked with a wink.

"Okay, listen to me!" Liu Gang coughed again, and Lu Jia hurriedly brought over the water cup.

Liu Gang was very satisfied with Lu Jia's movements, and continued to tell the story after taking a sip of water.

When the storm lasted for half an hour, many houses were washed away. Originally, the old lady's stone house was almost unbearable, and at this time things changed.

The torrential rain not only brought mudslides, but also knocked down the wild almond trees on the mountain, one of which landed impartially on a boulder in front of the old lady's house.

Due to the obstruction of this tree, many wild mountain apricot trees washed down by the mudslide stopped one after another around the boulder, interspersed horizontally and vertically, forming a wall, which happened to enclose the old lady's house in the middle.

An hour later, "Nan Tofu Fang" and "Xiaoliangzi" all drowned except for the old lady, mother and son.

As for the old lady, mother and son, because they listened to the old man's words: no matter what happens, don't open the door and go out to see. And they went too far.

"After the disaster, the relevant departments came to investigate the death toll of the flood, and found that there was still a family, and asked the reason for it curiously, and we only knew such a story."

"Oh...... It's really evil. ”

"Absolutely real people! The reporter also asked the old lady's son: Is there really an old man with a white beard, and what does the old man look like? ”

The old lady's son also said, "There was indeed such an old man, but we didn't take it too seriously. He said that we should hang oil lamps in front of our homes, and don't open the door to go out. ”

"That old man must be a fairy, you tell it so in the story, an old fairy with a white beard and white hair." Li Xiaowei said on Twitter.

Lu Jia listened quietly to the story and didn't speak again.

If Xiao Liangzi's story is true, then where will the souls of those who died in the flood in that place go? Tartarus? To hell? Or is it still stuck in the trabecular?

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, let's still be good people." Liu Gang sent a summary.

"Hmm." Lu Jia responded.

"Who's going to be the first card in the next round?" Han Bin broke the somewhat silent atmosphere and began to shuffle the cards. After a burst of brushing sounds, Han Bin said: "The loser's top card, Lao Liu hurry up." ”

In the second round, Li Xiaowei lost, and she told a story of two o'clock in the middle of the night.

"There was a woman who had a very rich family, and when she got married, her parents accompanied the family to a safe. Later, their relationship was not good for some reason, and the two of them lived in a room. But that safe has been in her bedroom. ”

One day, she was awakened by the sound of something in the night, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of white hands walking on the floor of her bedroom. Note: It is walking with both hands on the ground......

She was so frightened that she hid under the covers and couldn't breathe. In a few moments, the hands were gone.

The next day, her husband said, "Didn't you see it, you have a nightmare?" ”

The next night, she slept very poorly, and when she woke up at two o'clock in the morning, she still saw a white hand walking on the ground.

But when she woke up on the third day, her husband still said that he didn't see anything strange. She thought she was hallucinating. My husband said, "Why don't you go to the hospital for a check-up?" ”

She didn't think she was sick, and she was convinced that she saw a pair of hands. On the third night, she did not sleep, and persevered until two o'clock in the night, and saw a pair of hands flying in the air and a pair of feet on the ground walking silently.

She was really frightened, and the hands seemed to notice that she was awake, and she floated over without a sound, and she screamed and fainted.

On the fourth day, she went to the hospital's psychiatric department to register and was diagnosed with mental illness. She didn't believe she was sick and quietly hid the diagnosis. If her husband had known that she was mentally ill, he would have sent her to a psychiatric hospital. That place, it's horrible.

So, on the evening of the fourth day, she was determined to see what was going on.

"Guess what's haunted?"

"There can't really be ghosts, right?" A man named Zhang Hao asked.

In the evening, when the "ghost" reappeared, she picked up the high heels that had been placed by the bed and smashed them at the feet. Only a scream was heard, followed by the sound of people falling.

She quickly turned on the light.

After the light was on, her heart went cold after seeing people clearly.

It turned out to be his husband, who wanted to come to her room while she was asleep to get the key to the safe.

"Hey... You're not a ghost story, are you...... It's not scary at all. Han Bin began to complain again.

"There are ghosts in people's hearts." Lu Jia said quietly and softly.

Lu Jia's words always had some kind of magic, and when she finished saying this, the whole classroom was silent.

The sudden silence is very unaccustomed to everyone. Especially in the classroom at this time, it is already midnight, and the faint light of the candles reflects everyone's face, which looks very strange.

That's when they heard the sound of someone walking in the hallway.

"Who's there?" The voice of the patrol teacher on duty echoed in the narrow corridors of this empty midnight.

"Teacher Cha, put out the candle quickly."

"Poof~" The candle flame went out, and in order to be safe from being discovered by the patrol teacher, several students got under the table. The classroom was now dark, with only a few shadows reflected in the moonlight through the window.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor tiles ...... from far to near, and from near to far.

"The teacher seems to be gone, I'll tell you the next story." Zhang Hao under the table said quietly. "It's a true story, too."

"When I was in junior high school......