The fog was very thick that day, and you could reach out and grab a handful to pinch out the water. Visibility is not good, at most we can see something five meters away, as if we are walking in a rice soup. The road beneath your feet was covered by thick fog at both ends, and it felt like you were walking in the underworld on TV.

Follow the road you had walked last night to the ghost lair, and there was a terrible silence. The small tombs are like sleeping people covered by a bed, but the people in the bed are stiff and motionless. I chose to walk in the drainage ditch between the graves and the graves, not daring to step on the edge of the graves for fear of waking them up.

Grandpa opened the bag of white rice, grabbed a handful of white rice and threw it into the air, and shouted: "Hey! "I remember that before the dead were buried, there were also mages who grabbed a handful of white rice and sprinkled it on the black and shiny coffins. I guess that's a way to comfort the undead, and I shouted like my grandfather. After sprinkling the rice in the bag, my grandfather used the mountain axe to cut the bamboo I had brought and cut it into the shape of a nail.

Grandpa said to the grave where the ghost had been buried last night, "I'm sorry. He put more than a dozen bamboo nails around the grave and hammered them into the soil one by one with an axe. The grandfather chatted with the dustpan ghost while knocking on bamboo nails: "Don't blame us for being ruthless, only by nailing you and not letting you come out, the son of the horse butcher will be safe." If you have an opinion, there is no way, and it is better to bless his son for the healthy growth of his son if he loses his temper. When his son reaches the age of twelve, we will remove these bamboo nails and let you reincarnate as a human being. ”

It turned out that Grandpa wanted to crucify the ghost of the dustpan and prevent it from coming out to harm people again. Just as Grandpa was nailing the last nail of the bamboo, there was a sudden strange gust of wind, and the wind swirled around the grave, making a whirring sound, like a rapid panting. There was no grass on the grave, but the wild grass around it was stirred by this strange wind, and it surged irregularly, and my grandfather and I seemed to be standing on the withered yellow waves.

Grandpa struck the last bamboo nail hard, but when the axe went down, the bamboo nail rose a little more, as if there was a strange force under the soil that lifted the bamboo nail up, struggling to resist the confinement of the bamboo nail.

"Damn, it's starting to mess around. Liang Zai, come and help Grandpa. Grandpa said nervously.

I was surprised and asked, "Didn't you have nothing to do just now, why did you suddenly do this?" ”

Grandpa said: "The bamboo nail in front has not yet formed a complete formation, and it has not noticed. As soon as this last bamboo nail is nailed down, the entire formation will begin to form a confinement, and it will be sentient. It's down there to resist my bamboo nails. ”

I held on to the nail so that it was perpendicular to the ground, so that my grandfather could use all his strength to hit the nail.

But it still doesn't work. Grandpa knocked down a little bit, and when I was about to knock it a second time, the bamboo nail was desperately rushing up, and my hand couldn't hold it down at all. The strange wind still cried around us, as if to scare away the two men who had imprisoned it. Maybe it was because I felt grandpa's power last night, and the strange wind just made a strange cry on the side, and didn't get close to us.

I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "Grandpa, I can't knock in until the night if I keep knocking like this." Let's take a different approach. ”

Grandpa was a little exhausted, and asked out of breath, "What can you come up with?" ”

I said, "The last bamboo nail has a confinement effect, and the front bamboo nail can't be felt for the time being, right?" ”

Grandpa laboriously said, "Yes." ”

I said, "Then I'll pull out a bamboo nail first, and then we'll knock it together." That way, it won't be able to tell which is the last nail to tell! "I was as happy with my idea as I was at answering a difficult question from a teacher in class.

Grandpa crossed his waist to regulate his breathing, thought about it, and said, "I don't know if it's okay." Try it and find out. ”

So I pulled out a bamboo nail on the other side of the grave with great difficulty, and then found a large mica stone next to the grave, waiting for my grandfather's instructions. Grandpa nodded to me, and I watched as Grandpa's mountain-opening axe knocked down the mica stone together.

I didn't expect this trick to work, and it was easy for both bamboo nails to be knocked into the dirt. When my grandfather and I struck the last blow at the same time, the strange wind suddenly weakened and disappeared. The grass was still, quietly guarding the grave.

Grandpa said, "My grandson is so smart, I'll take you with me when I catch ghosts in the future." Maybe your weird idea will help me a lot. This time, I see that your courage is not small, and you are not afraid of ghosts. The ghost is like that, the more you are afraid of it, the more it bullies you. "It was this flash of inspiration that made my grandfather look at me differently, and no longer regarded me as a cowardly grandson, but as his little assistant to hunt ghosts. Grandpa's transformation made me unspeakably happy, and a little cleverness just now also made me full of confidence.

That being said, I still have a natural fear of ghosts.