When the second match was about to go out, Grandpa added another one to the back, and waited for the ghost to get closer.

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Grandpa stared at the faint flame that seemed to be extinguished in the next moment, and said, "This ghost has a lot of energy, but because it is too young, one percent of the energy cannot be exerted. If it can grow to the age of Chen Shaojin's daughter-in-law, it is unimaginable that its energy will burst out. ”

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I remembered what my grandfather said to me before he went out. I'm a little sorry for asking this ghost to be a "pet". It would be great if it could be put to good use; But if there's a mistake, I'm afraid I won't be able to clean up the scene.

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Just when I was distracted, the clay pot in my hand couldn't control it and slipped. The clay pot rolls away.

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When the ghost heard a sudden sound, he immediately jumped into the bushes on the side of the road like a frightened rabbit.

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Grandpa shouted: "Chase!" "I spread my legs and chased after the spores.

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I immediately came back to my senses and ran a few steps to pick up the clay pot. The matches have been extinguished.

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It was pitch black in the bushes, and the spores were running in it, and a few birds that slept at night were alarmed, flapping their wings and flying out to immediately blend into the surrounding darkness. Grandpa is chasing behind. I hurried in the direction of my grandfather, thinking to myself, the ghost is so short, it will be too difficult for us to find it in the darkness if we drill into that place.

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As expected, after chasing for a while, the ghost suddenly disappeared. I complained bitterly, and there were a lot of cat bone spurs in the bushes, which made my legs burn and hurt.

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Grandpa took two steps forward and slowly retreated.

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"Aren't we looking for it?" I asked.

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"Step back a little and get out of its line of sight." If we keep catching up, it will always see where we are. Grandpa said as he stepped back. I followed my grandfather's footsteps backwards. I thought to myself, on this big night, if I stepped on a snake hiding in the grass, it would be worse than encountering a ghost.

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The fourth grandmother told a story about a man from a neighboring village who boasted that he was bold and not afraid of ghosts, so he pushed the boat along the river and deliberately encouraged him to stay in the mass grave for one night as a testimony. The fact that the man had spent a night in the mass grave was a testament to his guts. But the next day a giant snake was found hovering over his head in the mass grave, and the man's face was gnawed to a pulp, not human, but his hands and feet were still moving. Knowledgeable old men said that it was a snake that ate corpses in graves, called "cave snakes". Of course, "cave snake" is a dialect, and I have never seen that snake with my own eyes so far, so I don't know the scientific name of that snake. The crowd did not dare to come closer, but shouted loudly from afar, and the snake lazily burrowed into a large hole in the side of the tomb. The crowd rushed to get him back, but soon he died. When he was dying, he said with his mouth that had been half gnawed off: "I am indeed not afraid of ghosts, but I am afraid of snakes!" ”

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Ghost hunting can only be done at night, but many factors that affect ghost hunting are not just because of ghosts.

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I really think of the bad, and I encounter the bad. My heel stepped on something soft, squirming. I shuddered, and I couldn't help screaming, "O snake! The thing shrank and dragged me down.

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When I fell, I still clung to the clay pot in my arms, for fear that it would break. My grandfather later said that I had a strong sense of secret, and that I was a piece of ghost hunting. For example, if you don't protect the clay pot and let the clay pot break, then my grandfather and I will die under the hands of the spores.

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The soft thing was hurt by my stepping, and I flicked my tail and hit my arm. My arm immediately hurt like a knife had been cut.

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I threw myself on the ground and turned my head to see that it was the ghost! It turned out that it had already ducked behind us. The "tail" that hit my arm was exactly what was like a straw rope behind its ass. I could see the "straw rope" clearly, it looked like a scorpion's tail, with the ends crooked and hooked.

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The eyes of the ghost were staring at me, as if they were angry. I saw that there seemed to be a translucent liquid flowing in its glass orb eyes, like a whirlpool.

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"Don't look into its eyes!" Grandpa shouted from behind me.