Chapter 933: White Graveyard (Page 1/1)

The reason why I chose this white cemetery as the first planting site was deeply considered.

In the eyes of ordinary people, ghost hunting must make the atmosphere as terrifying as possible, and if you want to create a terrifying atmosphere, the best way must be to drill into some deep mountains and old forests, or even some mass graves.

However, it seems to me that these are all clichés, and horror stories are not synonymous with dirty and disgusting paintings, on the contrary, they are sometimes very beautiful, poignant, and in short, very touching.

The White Cemetery is one such place, it is located in the middle of the Siberian jungle, covered with snow and ice all year round, surrounded by dozens of miles, rarely inhabited, and only a very small logging farm.

The burials in the cemetery come from many sources, including Russians, Chinese, and even the invaders of the Far East himself.

The cemetery's fame stems from a haunted incident many years ago.

It is said that the destination is not very far from the highway that crosses the Great Siberian Forest, and one winter, a long-distance bus passed by the road near the destination, stopping for a while, in order to make it easier for the guests on the bus to go down. Everyone also knows that in a ghost place like Siberia, it is deserted, there are few service stations on the road, and if you want to rest, or urinate or urinate, you have to pull over. Then, the devil in Russia, because he lived in the cold zone, all of them were extravagant, and there was a drunkard among them, who was dizzy, and when he got out of the car and released water, he lit a cigarette by the way, and then he felt that there was more time, so he walked into the forest, originally wanted to see the scenery, who knew that this go, he was out of time, and when he returned to the road, the bus had already driven away.

Now he panicked, and he really told that the heavens should not be called the earth. Some people will say, what's there to worry about? Wouldn't it be okay to stand on the road and stop a car?

This is because you don't know that ghost place, it's too vast and sparsely populated, in winter, no car passes by for half a day, especially in winter, sometimes there may not be a car passing by all day, and the temperature over there is extremely low, more than minus 20 degrees, and a person stays there, and there are no thick enough clothes, that is the rhythm of freezing to death every minute.

By the time the man got back on his way, it was already dark, and he knew that if he kept waiting, he would probably end up as a cold zombie, and he didn't want to die just like that, so he had to find a way to warm himself up.

Of course, the best thing to do was to light a fire, but there was snow everywhere, and it was damp everywhere, and there was no way to light a fire, and his only hope of survival was to try to find someone, or find a dry cave and a firelight.

He entered the forest and staggered forward, trying to find someone. But, to his despair, he had not seen anyone for a long time, and just when he was shivering from the cold and was about to faint, hope came, and a light appeared in front of him, and when he got closer, he found a castle in the middle of the forest. The castle has a medieval style, with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, and there is even a gold-encrusted carriage parked at the door.

The man was overjoyed, and he threw himself on the door, shouting for help.

The people of the castle were alarmed by him, and several servants ran out and carried him into the room.

The room was warm, the fire in the fireplace was blazing, the floor was covered with thick carpets, and the walls were covered with precious paintings, everything was as depicted in a fairy tale, warm and touching.

The drunkard regained a little consciousness and watched it all in a daze, feeling like a dream, and couldn't believe his eyes. He asked the servants if they could give him something to eat, and they told him to wait, saying that the mistress would come down to entertain him at once.

When the servants had finished speaking, they all went out and closed the door of the drawing-room.

The drunkard waited for a while, and then he saw a woman slowly walking down the stairs with a silver tray in her hand.

The woman is wearing a silk long skirt, her figure is extremely graceful, her eyes are golden, her facial features are exquisite, and her neck is as white and slender as a swan.

The drunkard had never seen such a beautiful woman, and he looked stupid directly.

The woman placed the tray on the table in front of him, lifted the lid and revealed the food inside, including roast goose, berries, beef, bread, and so on.

The woman introduced herself as a princess of the Russian imperial family, named Sophia, who had been living in seclusion in this place, and that it was easy to meet outsiders today, and she was very happy.

The drunkard introduced his experience to Princess Sophia, which made her laugh, and the two talked happily, and the more they talked, the more speculative they became, until late at night, and then, naturally, he entered Princess Sophia's room and spent ** with her.

From then on, the drunkard became the owner of the castle, and lived happily ever after, with plenty of food and spirits, and a gentle and beautiful woman, which made him almost happy.

In this way, many days passed, and suddenly one day, Princess Sophia looked panicked and told him that she was about to encounter a catastrophe and that she had to leave early.

The drunkard asked her what had happened, but Sophia was reluctant to say anything, but led him to a cramped, dimly lit room, locked him inside, and she left.

The drunkard was puzzled and desperately smashed the door and called for Sophia to open the door for him, but there was no response.

I don't know how long it took, just when the drunkard was about to despair, he heard the sound of digging the earth, and then someone helped him pry open the door, and when he went out to look, he immediately fell to the ground in shock, and could not speak for a long time.

He was now locked in a coffin in a tomb. Luckily, a group of lumberjacks passed by, heard his shouts, and dug him up, otherwise he would have been suffocated in a coffin.

When I said this, I couldn't help but say to the camera on my phone: "Ladies and gentlemen, have you seen anything from this story?" In fact, there are many similar stories in our country, the same thing is that those female ghosts seem to be very cheap, they need men very much, any down-and-out homeless man can enjoy the life of a king, not to mention the wine and food, and there are also beautiful women to warm the bed, don't you think this thing is a bit exaggerated? There is no such thing as a free lunch, so why do those female ghosts do this? Okay, what do you think, just tell me about the barrage. ”

It turned out that I was already on the way to a ghost hunting live broadcast at this time, and I was rushing to the White Cemetery, and in the process of hurrying, I was telling the story of the White Cemetery to the onlookers.

In the face of my question, the audience's response was very enthusiastic, and the barrage was sparsely brushed, basically saying everything, but few people said a word.

(End of chapter)

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