The figure walked very slowly, and this steady pace, combined with the sound of distant footsteps, seemed to be like a huge rock pressing on the chests of me and the bustard, and we both gasped.

The little white light above her head seemed to flicker out of nowhere, converging into a piece of white light and hitting the figure, constantly covering it, making her appearance clearer and clearer. Slowly, I saw what she looked like: she was an old woman. An aging face, covered with crow's feet, one by one, like a piece of paper that has been crumpled and then flattened. The posture is neither thin nor fat, but the skin is wrinkled, hanging layer by layer, especially the skin on the eyes, which hangs down like a curtain, almost covering the eyes.

At the same time, I also saw her dress clearly, her head was wrapped in a red towel, buttoned like a hood, she was wearing a shabby cotton jacket, and a pair of green jacket pants on her lower body.

She was pushing a small cart, a small tin cart, covered with a cloth, which should have some food and drink. The old woman pushed the car slowly, and the four wheels under it kept babbling and rubbing.

Her face was very calm and relaxed, like a pancake spread out on a pan, and I didn't see much expression in it except for the folds. When the whole corridor was left with the sound of footsteps and babbling, it became more and more quiet, eerily quiet.

The bustard and I slowly stood up and looked at her at the same time. Although this scene did not bring much fear, it still added tension and uneasiness to the two of us. The bustard poked me lightly with his elbow and motioned for me to pay attention.

The old lady pushed the cart to our side under our watchful eye, but instead of facing us, she passed by us, and just when I thought she was going to cross our shoulders, her steps suddenly stopped unexpectedly. After a few seconds of silence, a weak voice was heard: "Two comrades, do you want something?" ”

I was a little relieved when I heard this: it turned out to be an old woman selling drinks and pastries on the train.

The old lady was clubbed on my shoulder, her head didn't turn back, she carried us on her back, and the sound seemed to float straight out of her skin, probably driven by the psychology caused by the environment, I thought it was a little eerie.

The bustard was the first to react, and immediately shook his hand: "No." ”

But the old lady did not leave after hearing this, nor did she look back, but continued to say unhurriedly: "Is it really not necessary? Today's food tastes pretty good. ”

"Really, my little brother and I are full of stomachs, we can't eat so much, and it's still dark this day, so we're in a hurry to find a place to settle down."

The old woman paused at this time, and then said, "Where are you going to go?" ”

The old bustard was an old fritter, afraid that his whereabouts would be exposed, so he rolled his eyes and lied: "It's a small village, we went out to work, and we didn't have time to find it, so I went home to see my father and fellow villagers." ”

The old lady hummed, stopped talking, and then silently pushed the car in a direction away from us. The wheels of the car creaked again.

Looking at her weak and blurred back, I suddenly felt a little inexplicably weird, although this seemed to be a simple and unremarkable face, and I couldn't see any suspicion from her body, but I always felt a little strange in the dark.

The old bustard looked at the back, frowned, and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't say anything, glanced at me, and motioned for me to move on.

We continued on our way, but before we had taken a few steps on our front feet, we heard the sound of footsteps in our ears again, followed by the sound of babbling! An inexplicable pimple in my heart: Is that old woman coming back again?

So I looked back at the same time as the bustard, but there was nothing behind us, only the sporadic flickering lights. I was about to say strange, but the old bustard suddenly twisted his head back at this time, and then reached out and pressed my shoulder, his face suddenly became a little serious, and his mouth opened and closed: "Xu Xuan, the voice is at the exit of the corridor." ”

I also turned my head back, only to see a vague black shadow on the other side, swaying and slowly walking towards us with a cart in my hand! This is not what makes the two of us nervous, what makes us both nervous is that the blurry figure is exactly the same as the old woman before!

But didn't that old lady push the cart in the opposite direction to us? Why did you suddenly appear in front of us? There were no other forks in the hallway, so it was impossible for the old lady to detour in front of us. For a moment, my head was a little hollow.

As the silhouette of the figure became clearer and clearer, I saw the wrinkled, withered face again: yes, it was the old woman from before! She walked as slowly as ever, like an ox pulling a plow, heavy and slow.

How did this big living person who had just walked past us appear in front of us again?

I looked at the bustard, and the bustard was also a little confused. It was as if the play on the stage had been sung again, and the old lady had once again come to the front of the two of us under our watchful gaze, her face was still surprisingly calm, and her shriveled lips were so purple that she seemed to exhale a flood of cold air from within, and the goosebumps on my fur came out one by one, ready to go.

The old trick was repeated, and when he was almost about to pass by like that, his footsteps stopped coldly, and the cart he was pushing in his hand stopped moving forward. She was still facing away from us, her rickety body, even if she was covered in skin, you could still see the protruding vertebrae.

The bustard and I couldn't help but swallow our saliva.

"Two comrades." At this time, the old woman let out that hollow echoing voice again, "Do you want something?" ”

I couldn't help but frown when I heard this: Did she ask this sentence not long ago? Does this old woman have a bad memory? There was a stunned look on my face, and my eyes looked at the old woman's side face a little dullly.

At this time, the old bustard seemed to realize something, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and scolded in a low voice: "Damn, fuck the ancestor, I ran into a ghost in the middle of the night!" ”

Ghost hitting the wall? I was stunned.

I've heard people in the village say that when walking at night, they always come across the same scene over and over again, and they can't tell the direction, and this experience is called ghost hitting the wall. Ghost hitting the wall is a very evil thing, if you are stunned, you may fall into a dead loop, dead or alive. Thinking about the recurring scenes and words at that time, it is indeed consistent with the characteristics of ghosts hitting the wall.

The old lady didn't seem to care about the change in our expressions, and repeated it again as if she was caring for herself: "Do you want something?" ”

The sound was like a night requiem, converging in the hallway air into an eerie atmosphere that hung tightly over us. The old bustard blinked a few times, came back to his senses, and said with a stammer: "No, don't." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the old woman's dry body suddenly trembled, and she continued to say a sentence coldly: "Where are you going to go?" ”

I shuddered. Damn it! Now the ghost hit the wall, and he definitely didn't run away!

Then I subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave. But at this time, I suddenly felt that my shoes were a little wet and sticky feet, and when I looked down, I found that there was a puddle of stagnant water under my feet, exactly the same as what I saw in between, which appeared out of thin air inexplicably, and it was all muddy and full of yellow sand.

I hadn't looked closely at the stagnant water, and then I immediately noticed that there were small drops of water falling on my vision, and when I looked up, I found that the small drops of water came from the old bustard's tightly wrapped turban, and when I looked closely, the turban turned out to be wet, and the strands of messy hair that came out of it were also wet, like dead water snakes hanging down on her shoulders, and drops of muddy water flowed down her hair and down her cheeks, looking a little embarrassed.

I subconsciously took a quick step back, and then I noticed that the old woman's clothes and pants were wet! It was soft and collapsed, covered with yellow sand, and several streams of water flowed down his clothes and pants and accumulated on the floor. This old woman looks like she has just climbed out of the water!

"Bustard, bustard." I was a little frightened at this time, and exclaimed, "Look at her body, it's all yellow water." ”

The old bustard looked at it, showed a grim look on his face, shouted that it was not good, and then without saying a word, he grabbed my sleeve and turned his head to leave, did not run, just walked quickly, did not look back, the pace was very hurried. I also hurriedly followed.

The old lady behind her seemed to be muttering something, but it was all covered by the footsteps of me and the old bustard. I looked at the bustard, and his already stuffy forehead was covered with beads of sweat. As I walked quickly, I asked, "Is that old woman a water ghost?" ”

The old bustard didn't look at me, his eyes were still staring at the end of the corridor, and said, "I can't tell, any strange phenomenon will appear in the ghost hitting the wall, no one can explain it clearly, but I know very well, that demon is definitely not a human!" ”

We walked for about ten seconds, and before we reached the exit of this one, there were always flashing white lights in front of us, as if this corridor was as deep as a bottomless abyss. The corridor of the train station is not very long, it can take about ten seconds at most, but this corridor seems to never end, so we quickly realized that we are stuck in a cycle of ghosts hitting the wall!

The bustard quickly stopped me and told me to stop and stand still. He told me that when you are stuck in the cycle of ghosts hitting walls, you must not continue to wander around like headless flies, and many of the scenes you see may be fake, and there are not a few examples of people walking on cliffs or deep seas.

I was a little scared when I heard this, after all, I was new to this industry, and it was inevitable that I would be a little cringe in such a solemn and weird space. I looked around, trying to detect any clues that could escape the ghost hitting the wall, but I didn't find anything suspicious other than the chill that permeated the hallway.

At this time, the old bustard was looking at the walls on both sides, according to his thoughts, the objects seen in the ghost hitting the wall could be fake, and perhaps the exit from this dilemma could be observed. So after looking at it, the bustard tried to grope with his hands on the wall.

After a while, I heard a sudden snort from the bustard, as if he had noticed something wrong. When he turned his head, he saw that the old bustard's eyebrows were tightly straightened, his face was not very good-looking, and his right hand rested on a brick on the wall.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

The old bustard's eyes were still firmly fixed on the brick, and his expression seemed to be a little puzzled. After touching the brick back and forth a few times, he said, "I, I seem to see a face inside the brick." ”

I shuddered and scolded, "! Don't scare me, bustard! You're old and dazzled, where is the face? I can't see anything. ”

"Really, the fuck really didn't lie to you, I really seem to see a face, vague." The bustard explained.

Although the old bustard had a determined look on his face, I still didn't believe it. I leaned up and stared carefully at the brick that the bustard had spoken of, for several seconds, but I didn't see any face in it, the white color of marble with black spots.

I was about to say what kind of nerves you are doing, bustard, when I saw that the surface of the stone brick seemed to suddenly move!

I blinked, and I fixed my eyes on the stone brick again. Then, I noticed that a slender line was faintly floating on the stone wall, shaking slightly, and slowly, the amplitude of this shaking became more and more obvious, and finally it was directly distorted, forming a group of ripples like ripples! It's like a river pond thrown into a gravel, it was originally flat, but now it has become crumpled!

The bustard and I were stunned, and we both watched with wide eyes as we were shocked by this bizarre scene.

I saw that those ripples rippled and condensed, constantly converging out what shape, the whole wall was like the mud in the hands of the clay man, convex or concave, seemingly slimy, and the color of the same color gradually became sallow! Gradually, when those outlines were gradually revealed, I saw that there was an aging face floating on the brick surface!

"Fuck, you really have a fucking face!" I took a few steps back and shouted.

The bustard's face suddenly darkened at this time, and then he said to me, "Wait! Why is this face so familiar? ”

When he said this, I reacted and scolded again. Isn't this the face of the old woman before!

Before the two of them could react, they saw that face "drilling" out of the wall! Then the hands, then the body, and finally the feet, and it didn't take long for the strange old woman from before to appear in front of us again pushing the cart!

She was still wet, and her feet were covered in a pool of stagnant water mixed with yellow sand. The skin on her eyebrows was still drooping in front of her eyes, as if she was blind, and her face was expressionless, and her purple-black lips trembled: "Two comrades, do you want something?" ”

It was at this time that she suddenly reached out and uncovered the cloth on the cart, and the contents of the cart were unobstructed, and the bustard and I were so frightened when we saw it that I almost sat on the ground.

Because I saw that the car was loaded with plates one by one, but what was in it was not some pastry melon seeds, but the wrinkled human faces! There's even some tendons on it that haven't been removed! The expression of that face was very strange and distorted, as if it had been in great pain before being cut off.

Then, I saw the corners of the old woman's mouth curl strangely, and she seemed to smile and said:

"Fresh skin, freshly cut, it tastes pretty good."