Words written on the front:

Some people will say, "If you write it in the back, even if you continue to write it later, it's also written in the middle, so why is it written in the front?"

You ghost fans don't know, but veteran ghost fans may know that all of the above are signed on a certain website, which is an imperfect ending version.... And what I want to write about below is brand new.

Therefore, the above can be counted as the first volume of "I Went Ghost Hunting with Grandpa". The following can be regarded as the second volume.

In terms of time, there is also a difference between the first volume and the second volume.

At the end of the first volume, it was written that I was returning to college again. The second volume begins in the third year of my graduation. The middle grandfather rested for several years, trying to avoid ghost hunting, and sometimes deliberately making mistakes to make people believe that he really couldn't do it.

Why did my grandfather start catching ghosts again in the third year after I graduated?

Don't worry, now let me continue......

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My grandfather hunted ghosts again, and it was my third year after graduating from college.

No one could get my grandfather back into his old business, except for me and my brother. Of course, ghost hunting is not a "karma", karma is a tool used to make a living, and this is what the so-called career achievement means. Grandpa has always been honest and doing everything that a rural farmer should do, and farming is grandpa's "business".

I've been working in Beijing since I graduated, and I only go back once during a long vacation or Chinese New Year. Therefore, when my grandfather returned to his old business, he did not have my participation. But my mom called me one after another, and it made me feel like I was there.

It was almost the New Year. In Beijing, I started to count my fingers and count how many days I had left until I went home. Unexpectedly, before I went home, something strange happened to my brother.

My younger brother has been working outside for many years, and he went back more than a month earlier than me that year. He also has a very deep relationship with his grandfather. He often rode his motorcycle back and forth between my house and my grandfather's house, asking him to "tell him about the past" – about the interesting things of the past.

More and more old people in Thrush Village who are the same age as their grandfather have passed away, and my uncle has also been working outside for many years, so there are very few people who can talk to my grandfather, and he is happy to talk to his younger brother a lot.

One day, my younger brother had nothing to do, so he went to his grandfather's house again, and had dinner at his grandfather's house, and he pulled his grandfather to say this and that, and forgot the time for a while.

Mom at home was very worried. Because there was a steep slope on the way to my grandfather's house, there was a car accident not long ago, and people died, and then several strange things happened. This happened before his brother came back from abroad, so he didn't know about it.

My uncle was also at home at that time. So, my mother made a phone call to my uncle, saying that it was too late, and I was afraid that my brother would fall on the way back, and asked my uncle to keep him in Thrush Village for the night, and he didn't have to rush back tonight.

But my brother, like me, is not used to sleeping outside, and he knows the bed very well. Of course, if my grandfather didn't live in a newly built house with my uncle, but in an old house with mud walls and green tiles, my brother and I would have lived in it because we were familiar with it since we were children.

The uncle naturally kept his younger brother for the night according to his mother's instructions, but the younger brother refused. He felt that the distance was not far, and he came on a motorcycle, and he would be home in a few minutes, and there was no need for the roots to stay here for the night.

It just so happened that my uncle was also working outside all the year round, and he didn't know that there was a steep slope on the way to Changshan Village where several strange things had happened, so my uncle didn't force him to stay when he saw that his younger brother insisted on going back.

Shortly after my mother called, my brother got up and started his motorcycle and walked back.

There are two ways to get from my house to my grandfather's house. When I was a child, I followed my mother to my grandfather's house, and I walked on a relatively close and rugged mountain road. This is also the road we often take. The other road is a bit detoured, but the road is wide, so it is more convenient to drive or ride a motorcycle.

The younger brother rode a motorcycle, so he naturally chose the wider road. Coming out of the picture village, you have to go around to a place called Luojiaao to return to Changshan Village. The steep slope was at the junction out of Locke's Pass. The slope slopes at an angle of nearly 45 degrees, with mountains on one side and cliffs on the other, which looks a little dangerous.

It was already dark when my brother set off from his grandfather's house.

When he passed Locke's Pass and slipped down the steep slope from top to bottom, he suddenly saw an old lady he didn't know standing on the side of the road at the end of the steep slope. The old lady was as thin as dry wood, as cricket as a boiled shrimp, and her face was as pale as paper.

The first time my brother saw her, he felt a little hairy in his heart.

When the old lady saw his motorcycle approaching, she hurriedly beckoned to him and signaled for a ride.

According to his younger brother's usual personality, he is reluctant to use a motorcycle to carry the elderly. It's not that he doesn't want to help others, but that the old man is generally not in good health, and the younger brother rides a motorcycle in a more fierce way, rampage, and is afraid that the old man can't stand it, or throws the old man off when he makes a sharp turn. What's more, it was completely dark at this time, and the road was a little unclear, and it must be much more bumpy than during the day, so the old man would definitely not be able to stand it.

Although he thought so, as soon as the old lady beckoned, he stopped beside her unexpectedly.

When the old lady saw him stop, she was unceremonious, and immediately stepped on the motorcycle. She didn't say thank you, or where she wanted to sit down and come down. Not a word.

The younger brother thought to himself, when he got to the place, the old lady would say it herself, so he didn't care. He re-twisted the throttle and the ignition started.

Here's the weird thing.

He twisted the throttle several times in a row, and fired several times, but the motorcycle did not move.

The younger brother couldn't help but say to himself: "Huh? What's going on? Usually you will move when you step on it! ”

The old lady listened to him and immediately hugged him from behind with both hands.

The younger brother felt a chill in his back, like a piece of ice, and couldn't help but shiver.

He looked at the oil gauge, and the oil that was only added a few days ago could not be out of gas. So, he lit the fire again. The motorcycle was still motionless.

At the same time, he felt the old lady behind him hug her tighter and tighter, as if he realized that the motorcycle did not move and had something to do with her, and he was afraid of being driven down.

At this time, the younger brother felt that something was wrong, and the scalp on the back of his head was numb.

So, he turned his head sideways and said to the old lady behind him: "Your old man should come down, as soon as your old man sits on my motorcycle, it won't start." ”

The old lady still held him, not saying a word, nor moving.

The younger brother was a little upset and reiterated, "I said you better come down." My bike broke down. ”

The old lady still hugged him tightly and remained silent.

At this time, the younger brother was already a little sure that this old lady was abnormal, and it was estimated that she had touched a ghost. He remembered what his grandfather once said, "Ghosts are afraid of the wicked", so he mustered up the courage and shouted: "Get out of here!" You broke Lao Tzu's motorcycle! If you don't go down, don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite! ”

Sure enough, as soon as the old lady heard that her brother was murdering her, she immediately got out of the car.

The moment she got out of the car, the motorcycle that had already been screwed up with enough fuel flew out like an arrow off the string! The power accumulated just now exploded in an instant! It turned out that there was nothing wrong with the motorcycle! The younger brother, who often drove at high speed, was caught off guard and almost rushed into the deep ditch next to him.

The younger brother braked hurriedly, only to barely stop on the edge of the deep ditch.

He stopped the car and looked back and was shocked! The roadside is empty, where is there any old lady!

He panicked and hurried home.

It was almost eleven o'clock when I got home.

As soon as he got off the motorcycle, he felt half cold and half hot.

When my brother left my grandfather's house, my uncle called and told my mother. Mom had been waiting at the door for him to come back.

Seeing that his face was not good, his mother expected that what she was worried about had happened. But seeing her brother come back safely, she was very lucky in her heart.

Things outside the story: [Dustpan and Dustpan] There are three items called dustpans, one is a shovel-like utensil used to collect and transport garbage (in our dialect it is called a side basket). The second is a large handful of rattan or peeled wicker, bamboo strips, and a tool for removing bran from Yangmi (our dialect is called a basket). The third refers to the dustpan-shaped fingerprint. The dustpan in the story is different from the above three, the dustpan is specially used to pick up soil, shaped like half a shell, half a square size, is a labor tool.

Some people always ask me if the dustpan is a dustpan, so let's answer it here.