Grandpa took my hand and whispered, "No need to hide. Its eyesight is particularly poor, and it can only see at a distance of three meters. It can't see us now. ”

I looked at the ghost's expression, and sure enough, it didn't seem to notice us, it was still moving slowly on its own, its feet were frighteningly large, but it staggered as if it couldn't walk. Look at its hands and feet, since they are like a duck's flippers, there is thin meat between the fingers and toes!

The only thing it looks good about is its nose, which is white and firm, like a white jade carving.

It stepped out of the shadow of the stone, and I saw a straw rope dragging behind its buttocks. The straw rope hung from his waist and dragged half a meter on the ground.

Grandpa whispered, "Do you see that rope?" That's the tool it uses to pull away the child's soul. When I catch it, you're going to tear that rope off. You know? ”

I nodded.

"You just stand here and put the clay pot on the ground." Grandpa said.

I did as I was instructed to stand on the side of the road and place the clay pot in the middle of the road. Grandpa took out a match and lit it, then threw the bubbling match into the clay pot. At this time, the ghost was less than ten meters away from us. I was so anxious that my palms were sweaty. Although Grandpa said that its eyesight and hearing were not good, his hair stood on end when he saw its terrifying appearance. The thin moon adds to the eerie atmosphere, as thin as a canopy cut by a sharp razor. The illuminated puffy clouds around it weave through like a torrent.

The thrown match fell into the clay pot and went out, and a thin wisp of smoke floated out of the mouth of the clay pot.

"Why don't you burn?" Grandpa was also a little anxious, "Am I mistaken?" ”

I was furious: "The flame of the match is small, so it's no wonder that you don't extinguish it." "I saw the spores slowly approaching us, the tiny moon reflecting on its glass orb eyes, reflecting a cold light. The straw rope behind its buttocks dragged the small stones on the ground, making a rustling sound that tickled its ears like small worms. And its breathing, snorting like an asthma patient.

Grandpa re-lit a match, pinched it between his fingers, stared at the leaping flame for a moment, and threw it again at the clay pot in front of me.

That's when a strange phenomenon happened. The match fell into the clay pot and went out. However, in less than a second, a match burned into charcoal at one end was suspended, and it seemed that water in the clay pot was holding it up to the mouth of the clay pot. I didn't have time to exclaim, there was a "flutter", and the match was rekindled. I crouched in front of me and held the clay pot with both hands, feeling the slight heat of the match on my face.

"Hold on to the clay pot and don't let it move." Grandpa admonished.

When the spores came within five meters of us, I could clearly feel a force pushing the pot. The match was burned to the end. Grandpa hurriedly took out another match and connected it at the end, "Ah! The phosphorus head of the second match ignited, and the flame swelled and then returned to its previous size, still floating lightly in the mouth of the pot.

The flames seemed to feel their current power as well, and the flames tilted towards me, but there was not a trace of wind at the time. I have heard that when a ghost sees a person, he can see that there is a "flame" all around the person, which is the yang energy of the person. So when many people are together, the ghost will feel the scorching yang energy and dare not approach. I suspect that this is due to the ghost's yin energy that tilts the flames.

When the crooked priest passed by me, I also felt a slight coldness on my face. Ask other students and they all feel the same way. The teacher said that if anyone gets too close to the crooked Taoist priest, he will get sick because he has too much ghost energy in his body.