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When I moved the coffin, I felt much heavier than before, and because I hadn't eaten a full meal for more than ten days, I thought it was the reason for the decline in my physical strength, and I didn't think much about it.

I placed their coffins in some protruding places in the innermost rock wall of the cave, and if I didn't look closely, I wouldn't have noticed them at all.

After finishing it, it was already dark, and it was not possible to go down the mountain overnight, so I could only spend the night in the cave with them.

I was so tired and sleepy that I nibbled on a few mouthfuls of steamed buns, lay on the ground and fell asleep.

I slept very deeply that night, and vaguely felt something moving around me, but my eyelids seemed to weigh so heavy that I couldn't lift them at all.

I dreamed of my grandmother, who was sitting next to me and looking at me kindly.

What do I want to complain to her, like I don't even know if the idol in my bag has a name? Do I have a sect name too? Am I a corpse chaser or a ghost hunter? In the end I didn't ask anything.

What to ask? It makes no sense at all. Can I still keep her to teach me?

Many people think that when a person dies, he becomes a ghost. Actually, that's not the case at all.

For 7749 days after death, the soul and the spirit are in a state of separation, delirious, and confused, so they do not know whether they are dead or alive.

If the person's resentment or obsession is too heavy, he will cover his breath and avoid the spirits who come to detain the ghosts, and only after 7749 days will the souls be able to reunite again, and at this time, he can be called "ghosts".

When people die, they lose a lot of memories, and only a few people or things that they care about when they are alive can remain in the memory of their souls, so even if they become ghosts, most of them will not remember the events of their lives.

Only a very small number of ghosts are able to retain their intact minds by chance.

And such a ghost will never harm people.

The so-called great immortals of the folk are actually them.

They collect the power of worship and faith, cultivate virtue, and some can even cultivate a golden body after a long time, called ghosts and immortals.

It may be a bit of a stretch, but what I want to say is that whoever comes out to harm others does not have complete intelligence. To put it simply, any ghost who is obsessed with resentment will linger near the place it is attached to for a long time, and will not wander around.

I can tell you responsibly that the human eye cannot see ghosts!

As for those who are scared to death and crazy because they see these things. All you see is your own hallucination.

To put it simply, it is the ghosts that affect the spiritual magnetic field of people and trigger the fear in people's hearts. The images of those various ghost creatures are actually thought up by people themselves, and they are infinitely magnified in a specific environment, and finally make the brain believe that it is real, and be scared to death or crazy by their own strong fear.

This is actually caused by the amplification of my own psychological cues.

Let me give you the simplest example, why does no one say that they have seen the ghosts of the West? Also, most of us don't feel scared when we watch ghost movies in Europe and the United States, just because we don't have these things in our subconscious!

Okay, that's a bit off-topic, it's time for my story to continue.

The next morning, I found a scratch on my grandmother's coffin, which looked like a human fingernail had scratched it, and although I didn't know what kind of wood the coffin was, it was a very dense wood from its weight, and it was impossible for a human fingernail to leave such a scratch.

I shuddered at the thought of the thing that chased me that night.

I brought some stones to seal the entrance to the cave, and I began to walk down the mountain. I didn't go far before I faintly smelled the stench.

I didn't want to run into that thing again, so I ran down the hill and almost fell down several times. At the time, I couldn't think about it that much, I just thought that even if I fell to death, it would be better than being eaten by that thing!

I don't know how long I've been running, and when it gets dark, I haven't run down the hill yet. I didn't dare to spend the night on the ground, so I had to climb up a tree, tie myself to the tree with a rope, and sleep in a daze.

Four days later, I returned to the village, and to my surprise, Shen Mo was still there. When she saw me, she barely recognized me. Later she told me that I was almost out of shape, with a long beard, and I looked like a wild man.

At her request, I followed her back to the city, and she offered me a job as a porter in a meat factory.

There is a small and shabby house in the courtyard of the factory, and I live there.

I didn't write down my grandmother's affairs, I really didn't want to write novels anymore at that time, I carried the carcasses of various animals in the cold storage during the day, drank a glass of liquor at night, and slept comfortably, feeling that life passed like this.

But I can't seem to escape fate.

One night a few days later, I was woken up by the sound of a keyboard tapping.

I distinctly remember that I was the only one living in this house!

I woke up in an instant and sat up from the bed. The computer screen was on, the keyboard was still crackling, and there were probably more than a thousand words on the screen.

At that time, I was a little scared, but I was not so scared that I didn't dare to go over and look at it.

I got out of bed and walked over softly, the tapping stopping abruptly.

My scalp was a little numb, but I sat down in front of the computer.

I only read one sentence of the text on the screen, and the sweat on my head came down.

"In the sixth year of the Apocalypse, the Wei Party was in turmoil...

More than 400 years ago!

What is it? What is it for?

I'm that kind of person, the more frightened I am, the more curious I become.

Raised his hand to wipe a handful of sweat, lit a cigarette, and continued to look down:

"Cruelty to Donglin, indiscriminate reward and punishment, loyalty and tragedy, billions of trillions of centrifugation...

I thought this was an article about history, but then the conversation changed.

"Chongzhen ten years, Donglin revived, Confucianism is soft, and it is impossible to help it. . . ."

The whole article is sprinkled with more than 2,000 words, all of which are in classical Chinese, I probably understand that the Emperor of the Apocalypse favors Wei Zhongxian, indulges in strange and obscene skills (carpentry), after Emperor Chongzhen ascended the throne, vigorously eradicated the eunuchs, and the revival of the Donglin Party.

Aside from the deep grumbling and resentment between the lines, I didn't see what it was trying to say. At the end, I couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Because of those words, I felt like a prank by some Internet master, remotely controlling my computer, and writing a bunch of unknown things. I think it's a satire that the novels I wrote are just as messy as this text.

But at the moment when I laughed, I clearly heard a cold snort in my ears!

I turned around suddenly, but I didn't see anything.

What I didn't expect is still to come...