The car drove on the highway, no more drowsy than the people on the country road. Flat asphalt cars whizz by. The road ahead seems to be endless, connecting the horizon.

I rolled down the window a little bit, and a strong wind came out of my face, and my face was wooden.

I was a little afraid to look at Liu'er, and I always felt that I couldn't protect her.

Sai King Kong Li Yong's deep voice broke the quiet atmosphere in the car, "Get off the highway in front, you can get out of the car." ”

My heart tightened, and the separation came so quickly. Liu Er's soft little hand took my hand and gave me an affirmative look with a smile.

I took Liu'er's hand with my backhand and nodded.

It's all in plain sight.

I waved my hand desperately at the car, looking at Liu Er, who was crying through the car glass, I ran a long way with the car...

"Liu'er, you must be good. Wait for Brother Fengzi to save you..."

The roar of the engine when the car starts, the exhaust fumes emitting black smoke from the rear of the car, and the dust kicked up.

Eventually, the car turned into a black dot on the horizon and disappeared from my sight.

The remnant sun was like blood, reflecting half of the sky orange-red. Birds that were homing flew over my head with a strange croaking and fluttering.

It's about 50 kilometers away from my house, and according to my footsteps, it will be midnight to get home.

I suddenly missed my master's paper horse and the car I had just sat in. But this paper horse method of shrinking the ground into inches, where is it that I can use now, as for the car. I felt my empty pocket.

It seems that we still have to rely on the eleventh road home.

Fortunately, the joy of going home diluted the sorrow, and I couldn't help but speed up my pace a little thinking that I could eat my father's food when I went home.

A silver hook-like moon hung over the dark sky, with a few stars scattered across the black canopy.

In order to get home early, I copied the dirt roads in the countryside, just walking, and as I walked, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

There was so silence around it, a deathly silence, that there seemed to be no subtle movement of air.

The previous cries of the grasshoppers, the rustle of the breeze through the treetops, were all pinched away in unison...

I slowed down, only to feel the air around me drop instantly, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Since I have been practicing for so many years, even in winter, I am wearing a shabby monk's robe. I have never felt such a chill that soaks into the bone marrow.

The surroundings are as black as ink, and you really can't see your fingers. The crescent moon in the sky disappeared behind the clouds at some point.

I walked cautiously for a distance, only to find that my surroundings had not changed at all. I guessed a few points in my mind...

It's a ghost hitting the wall!

I took the Buddhist beads on my wrist in my hand, plucked them one by one, and recited the Heart Sutra in my mouth.

I closed my eyes and walked slowly, secretly saying that this little trick also wanted to confuse me?

Just walked a distance, and when I opened my eyes again, I was dumbfounded.

It's still dark around, and the tried and tested "Heart Sutra" didn't work?

Could it be that the Buddha is resting today?

As I looked closely, the temperature seemed to drop a little more, and there was some cold wind around me.

I spun around in place, thinking about a ghost hitting the wall, and wondering if I couldn't do it?

I lifted my robe, took off my pants, and poured hot urine around me.

It is said that children's urine can ward off evil spirits, but I have treasured the child's urine for 18 years. When you encounter my boy's urine, you still have to retreat?

Sure enough, when I peed this time, the cold breath around me seemed to have improved, and even there was a hint of dark light.

I shouted at the mist floating not far away: "I want to block the Buddha's way home, see what you can, if you don't know what to do, don't blame the Buddha for overtaking you..."

Originally, I thought that if I went out with this voice, a broad road would appear in front of me.

Unexpectedly, the surrounding fog seemed to be guided by something, and one by one surrounded it.

I was amazed, and I recited the six-character mantra in my mouth, if someone looked at me from a distance at this moment, they would find that in the black mist, there was a faint Buddha light around me.

I walked a little further and noticed that the temperature was getting colder and colder. The hand that had been held in front of his chest with one hand was almost freezing.

As soon as I thought about it, this is no ordinary ghost hitting the wall.

I bit my middle finger and took a little blood from my middle finger and smeared it on my eyelids, revealing the environment in front of me.

Patches of rice fields, houses not far away, and I was in a cloud of black gas, which was a black fog composed of resentment and death.

There were all kinds of souls floating in the black mist, and they seemed to be slowly drifting in one direction with a pilgrim-like expression.

I looked, it was the direction of Daqingshan, that was the direction of my house.

I walked out a little further, and looked at it from a distance, and the black mist was like a long river flowing, and there were three souls and seven spirits swimming in it.

Some seem to have been in a car accident, and only half of the head is pressed, the eyeballs are hanging on the eye sockets, and the white marrow can be clearly seen on half of the head.

Some seem to be hanged, their tongues are soft, their wet and damp are hanging on their chests, and their faces are pale.

Missing arms and legs, all sorts...

I looked at these incomplete souls with some curiosity, it stands to reason that people become ghosts after death, and those who are peaceful are reincarnated, but all those who remain in the world are unjust souls with a hostile spirit.

Since he has been wronged, he keeps his death before his death, or he wants to take revenge, or he wants to drag someone to die on his behalf. For example, a drowned person is trapped in the water, always trying to find a substitute so that he can be reincarnated.

It's just that these ghosts in front of me are like shadows in shadow puppetry, without the slightest anger.

I had gone into a misunderstanding before, where is this ghost hitting the wall. The gathering of so many unjust souls can change the magnetic field of one place in a small area.

Coincidentally, I actually walked to the middle of the black fog and was locked up in the six senses, so I lost my way.

As it turned out, I still had a good eye, and following the direction of the black fog, I returned to the village.

In the middle of the night, the village was quiet, I knocked lightly on the door, and after two knocks, the lights came on in the house, and a low voice came from inside: "Who?" ”

I shouted excitedly, "Dad, I'm Fengzi." Open the door..."

My dad first looked through the crack in the door, then opened the door a crack, then dragged me into the room, and quickly bolted the door.

"Why did you come back in the middle of the night?" My dad looked at me carefully and asked worriedly.

I smiled and said, "Dad, you don't look at who your son is, let alone in danger, even if you meet a ghost, it's not my opponent..."

My dad quickly covered my mouth and said, "You can't talk nonsense." ”

After saying that, he folded his hands and bowed in all directions.

I touched my rumbling stomach and said, "Dad, I haven't eaten dinner yet..."

My dad put on some of his clothes and went to the kitchen, "I'm going to give you noodles and crack two eggs for you." ”

I followed into the kitchen and said, "Dad, what did you talk about just now?" Don't look at who your son is capable of? ”

I saw my dad look at me with a solemn expression and said, "Daqingshan is angry..."