However, things are not as easy as I thought. The next morning, when I learned the news, at about seven or eight o'clock, I suddenly woke up. But he found that there was deep darkness around him, and the only place he could see was the person standing in front of him.

I didn't know him, but the feeling he gave me was something I will never forget. "Who are you? Why are you dragging me into the ghost domain? ”

"Ghost Domain? Let's just say that, but I'm not a ghost, Leng Feng, I know you're very powerful. This time, it was also because of you that the guy was released. Disrupted our overall plans! But even if we fail, I want you to not survive, you can't die! "When this guy spoke, two fangs peeking out of his mouth. It smells bad.

Jiang Duli's words, I've seen it, so who is? I jerked my head up, "Are you winning?" ”

"That's right!" Ying Gou replied with a kick at the same time.

I swear, I've never seen such a fast speed, not even Bai Xiaojie. I was hit hard in the chest, and the whole body flew backwards. Fall into the darkness.

In an instant, it was dark all around. I couldn't see anything, my head was buzzing, and it was as if a voice was telling me that I was right here, forever!

I fell asleep deeply, and I don't know how long I had rested.

But when I woke up, I was no longer me, and I couldn't tell who I really was. But my identity is no longer that Heavenly Master. Years later, looking back on this experience is like another life.

Here, my name is still Leng Feng, I am 25 years old this year, and I am interning at a private company.

Today is please tomorrow, I was going to rest, who knew that the company arranged a very suitable job for me - tomb sweeping.

It is said that this time I was going to sweep the fucking tomb of the boss, and the paper money was bought at the request of the boss, but it was my money that was spent.

Ever since I opened the paper store, I have been indignant in my heart, saying that I should spend my money on sweeping the boss's grave.

The small cart of paper money was burned for more than an hour, and my throat burned like fire.

I felt like my throat was smoking, but I didn't have any water.

When I was uncomfortable, I saw a lot of fruits in front of a tombstone next to me.

It seems that someone has just swept the tomb, and the ashes have not yet burned out.

I looked around and there was no one. I thought to myself that those fruits would rot if they were placed here, and it would be better to cheapen me.

So I picked up an apple, rubbed it on my clothes, and began to chew it.

The apples were crunchy and sweet, and I ate them with relish.

At this moment, the lump of paper ash that was still paralyzed on the ground just now was suddenly swept up by the wind, like a small tornado, whirling upward.

I didn't expect the wind to come so suddenly, and I was caught off guard.

The paper ash and the sand swooped down on my face, and the paper ash swooped into my mouth, almost choking me to death.

What I didn't expect was that a stream of ashes, like insects, rolled into my ears at once, pricking me with pain.

When I came out of the ashes, I felt my ears buzzing, like someone was whistling at my ears.

I pulled out some black paper ash from it, but the sound didn't mean to go away at all.

I said in my heart that I was blown by a ghost on the grave, which is really unlucky.

Thinking about it, I heard a voice suddenly come out behind me: Blinded by ghosts, right?

The voice came coldly, startling me.

As soon as I turned around, I saw an old woman with little feet, who looked to be at least ninety years old, standing there trembling as if the wind had blown it.

As soon as I saw that it was an old woman, I listened to it with my hanging heart, and asked casually: Mother-in-law, you are also here to sweep the tomb?

The old woman grinned, her toothless mouth twitching like an old ape.

She replied, "No, I'm just here to relax."

I said to myself that there is something wrong with this old woman, who will run to the cemetery to relax.

I didn't want to talk to her too much, so I patted my buzzing ears as I packed up my things and prepared to leave.

Instead of leaving, the woman came up and said to me, "Young man, your ears are bewitched by the ashes of the devil, go back with this and water, and then wash yourself."

When I looked up, I saw the old woman holding a handful of gray things in her hand, and I was stunned and asked her, "What is this?"

The old woman replied, "You are bewitched by ghosts, and you are prone to accidents." This is the incense ash of the Bodhisattva in the temple, which is dedicated to this.

Looking at the handful of incense ash in her hand, I said to myself that there is something wrong with this wife, wash my ears with this thing and water, then I don't want this ear anymore.

But in line with the principle that more is better than less, I still said thank you to the old woman, and then turned around and left.

When the old woman saw that I didn't catch the ashes, she seemed to want to catch up.

I pinched in my heart, and said that it shouldn't be that I met porcelain. This year, the porcelain touched the cemetery, so I quickly accelerated and slipped away.

After returning home, the tinnitus never went away. That night, the beeping sound turned into a whispering sound.

It felt like someone was talking in my ear, but I couldn't hear what he was saying, and I was so distraught that I didn't sleep well all night.

When I woke up the next morning, the tinnitus disappeared, but when I got up, I noticed that there were dark red marks on the pillow, which looked like blood.

I hurriedly touched my ear, and sure enough, I touched a hand of dried blood.

I was shocked, I didn't expect the matter to be so serious, so I asked the company for leave and planned to go to the hospital to have a look.

Because it was the morning rush hour when I went out, it was especially difficult to get on the bus.

I waited for about half an hour before I finally got a car.

This bus is a bit strange, the few cars in front of it are stuffed with people like canned sardines.

But the people in this car were sparsely populated, and through the window, I could even see that there were empty seats inside.

But for some reason, there are very few people in this car. I guess the people on this bus are crowded into the first few cars, and now it's cheaper for me.

Thinking about it, I got in the car.

As soon as I got on the bus, I felt awkward, usually crowded the bus at this point, the people on the bus were noisy, and it was like something.

But in this car, it was as if no one was there, let alone talking, as if there was no breathing.

I shuddered, and said to myself, this car is weird.

The door slowly closed, the car started, and the mechanical sound sounded at the same time.

I'm used to hearing that voice, and I basically ignore it.

But today, this voice sounds weird to the outside, and I feel that the voice is quiet, as if it has been squeezed out of the cracks in the ground.

As soon as the sound sounded, it made people feel that even the temperature on the car had dropped a lot.

I shuddered and listened carefully, and then I heard the voice say: Welcome to the Huangquan No. 18 bus, the next stop, Nai He Bridge.

The words got into my ears like a needle, and it made me tremble.

Huangquan Road! Nai He Bridge!

I immediately felt my blood go cold.

For a moment, a thought popped into my head, I can't sit in this car!

Thinking about it, I jammed the door that was about to close, pressed on it with all my strength, and squeezed the door open.

At this time, I heard a woman's voice say: Anyone who gets on this train can't go down!

The voice was both a warning and a threat. It was eerie, scraping my stomach like a knife, and my stomach twitched.

At that moment, I was so frightened that the hair on my whole body exploded, and I didn't care to listen to her warning, and after squeezing open the door, I rushed out.

At this time, the car had already started, and I was taken by that inertia, and I fell on the road at once, and I fell all over the road in an instant.

I was shocked, and when I subconsciously turned around, I saw a miserable white face like flour, staring at me.

That description is very similar to the kind of paper figurines that were burned when I went to the grave.

She smiled at me charmingly, as if she was staring at her prey, and it made my heart even more remarkable. I looked through the window and saw everyone in front of the window, their eyes all empty.

They stared at me, but their eyes were dull, and they didn't look like they were alive at all.

I watched in horror as the bus drifted away, and I felt a little relieved that I had just done a little convulsive.

I touched my aching face on the floor, thinking that I probably didn't sleep well last night, so I had a delusion just now.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a loud bang, and the ground under my feet was steep.

Then I saw a burst of fire coming out not far in front of me, and all at once enveloped the bus just now.

I staggered a little by a wave of air, and then I felt like something had hit me on the head.

But that thing was soft, and it didn't hurt very much.