I was completely frightened, but I didn't believe that there were ghosts in the world, and I thought I was dreaming, so I slapped myself so hard that my tears flowed, but I still saw those tombstones and the vague figures floating on them, and I was so frightened that I stood up suddenly, and slammed my head into the roof of the car, so painful that I frowned, and crawled in front of the driver, yelling: "Master driver, what the are you doing?" What path to take? Actually opened in the cemetery? ”

The driver scolded: "Boy, what kind of are you talking about in the middle of the night?" Your uncle and I have been driving the bus for more than ten years, when did I go the wrong way? You kid won't see the hell, will you? What kind of cemetery is this? Won't you see for yourself? ”

I raised my eyes and saw that the surrounding scenery had changed greatly, where was there a cemetery in front of me, only the swaying trees on both sides, and the dim street lamps dozens of meters away, even the bus did not tremble, nor did it climb the slope, driving on the smooth asphalt road, I wondered in my heart, shook my head vigorously, the tombstone, fireflies, and vague figures were gone, was it because I was too tired and hallucinated, but I saw that this road was a little remote, so I was a little angry and said: "Master, you won't drive out of the city, right?" ”

The driver sneered: "Lao Tzu is not responsible for calling you when you arrive at the station, but you will soon arrive at the main station." ”

I saw how the master laughed a little infiltrating, my heart was uncomfortable, vigilantly retreated to the back, but saw some barren mountains and mountains on both sides of the road, my heart was hairy, I wanted to get off the car, but there is no hotel here, I can't walk home, this black and black, in the car are seeping people, let me walk on the road, I don't dare.

After driving for a few minutes, I suddenly saw a two-story house in the distance, and there was a lampshade sign in front of the house, which seemed to be a hotel.

The driver sneered: "Don't get off at the terminus? ”

I saw that the driver was sneering every time he said a word, and I felt that this person had some ill intentions towards me, so he said: "In the middle of the night, I can't find a hotel to live in when I go to the main station." Now that I see one, I don't bother to look for it, so I naturally have to get off. ”

The driver didn't say anything more, and when he arrived at the door of the hotel, he stopped the car and opened the door, and after I got out of the car, the driver turned his face to me and said, "Young man, the yin qi is heavy in the middle of the night, you have to be careful?" ”

When I looked up, my mouth was open, but I couldn't speak, my eyes were wide open, and I could only watch the bus go away as fast as it seemed to be floating.

I waited for a long time before I came back to my senses from the fright just now, thinking to myself how the driver's face could be so pale, not like a living person's face at all, and there was a hint of resentment in those eyes, could it be that I had really met a ghost?

I slapped myself again to sober myself up, and comforted myself in my heart that this was all psychological, and if I believed it, I didn't believe it, so I took a deep breath, came to the hotel, knocked on the door, and it was a rickety old woman who opened the door.

She ushered me into the hotel and asked me in a muffled voice if I wanted a single or double room, and I asked her if she had any hot water and wanted to take a shower. She opened me a double room.

I saw that the difference between the single room and the double room was only 20 yuan, and there was a water heater, so I nodded and paid the accommodation fee.

The old woman led me to room 204 on the second floor, opened the door, and went downstairs tremblingly.

The corridor on the second floor is dim, and there are only a few incandescent lamps on the roof, reflecting the shadow of the old woman, feeling a little weird, like a mollusk wandering, however, I just glanced at it, and I didn't care, and when I entered the room, I hurriedly took a comfortable hot bath, and I wanted to watch TV for a while, but my body was too tired, so I wrapped myself in a quilt and fell asleep.

In a daze, I felt a little cold on my body, so I grabbed the futon, trying to wrap myself tightly, but I felt that I had grabbed a hard thing, and water chestnut, a little woody, and the coldness on my body became heavier and heavier, as if it was cold from my bones, and my body was cold, and my body began to be heavy.

I tried to turn over and wrap the quilt tightly, but I couldn't move at all, my body seemed to be pressed under a big stone, and I was suddenly startled, and my consciousness came to my senses, and I wanted to open my eyelids, but it seemed to be stitched together, so heavy that I couldn't exert half of my strength.

My heart is furious, judging from this feeling, it is very similar to the ghost press bed that the uncle said, is this hotel not clean? I secretly scolded myself in my heart, why was I so unlucky to meet a ghost pressing the bed? Could it be that I was too tired in the past few days and my yang qi was weakened, so I encountered a lot of strange things?

I struggled to find a way, thinking that the uncle had said that the blood on the tip of the tongue was yang, and it could restrain the evil things, and I used to only listen to ghost stories, but now it has become a life-saving method, so I used all my strength, put my tongue between my teeth, and bit down hard, but the feeling of biting down, like slowing down, made me mentally suffer a great torture, and almost drove me crazy.

Eventually, I bit the tip of my tongue, blood flowed from the tip of my tongue, and I broke free from the restraints of the ghost's bed, sat up sharply, and gasped for air.

I wanted to turn on the light and make the room brighter so that I could feel safer, but when I touched the futon, I found that the hard wooden feeling in my hand had not subsided. When I looked down, I was almost gone, but I was holding a photo frame, and there was a large portrait on the frame, which was a posthumous image.

The portrait was like a man, a little vague in the dim moonlight, but I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do, and the whole person froze on the bed, but I screamed frantically in my heart, what the hell is going on? Could it be that there are really ghosts in this world? Still bumped into by Lao Tzu? You're a dead ghost, and you can't live even if you're dead. It's terrible!

I cursed in my heart for a long time, but my temper was aroused, and my fear was suppressed, so I opened my mouth violently, and vomited the blood from the tip of my tongue onto the statue, only to hear a terrible scream, which came not from the top of the frame, but from the end of the bed.

I threw the portrait to the direction of the sound at the end of the bed, but I saw a bloated ghost shrouded in black crawl out of the wall, and dragged all the way to the water, crawling straight towards my bed, scolding in my heart, Nima Laozi is really hell.

The sound of the water crackling was like a hammer knocking on my heart, I wanted to get up, but I found that my body was a little stiff, and before I moved to the side of the bed, I saw that the bloated ghost snapped a hand on the bed, and then, the head was also raised, I took a closer look, it was the old woman downstairs in the hotel, but her face was bloated and white, as if it was swollen, and it was white and seeping.

I bit the tip of my tongue and spit it out at the old woman, but the blood on the tip of my tongue was of no use to the old woman, and she stared at me instead, laughing resentfully, and crawling towards me.

I jerked back, but I hit the wall, and instead bounced me over, and I didn't know if I was stupid or crazy, but I reached out and slapped the old woman's puffy face, hitting a puddle of water.

This time it was funny, the old woman and I were stunned on the spot, looking at each other, not knowing what to do?