The cigarette butt hadn't touched the flame yet, and the flame unexpectedly turned to one side. Three times in a row, the wine came back with the anger in my heart.

I yelled dissatisfiedly: "Hey, brother, you can also play with me by borrowing a fire?" ”

No one answered me, I was about to have a seizure, when suddenly a spirit in my brain, looking at the green flames, sighed in my heart: What kind of fire is this? It's clearly a ghost fire!

Although I am bold, but in this barren mountain and wilderness, after encountering a little ghost, I bumped into this ghost fire again, and my heart still can't help but be furious. I stood up suddenly, and the ghost fire followed me from a half-height to a height of more than a person.

I opened the car door and reached into the yellow cloth bag, but I couldn't find a piece of talisman paper in my hand. Oops, I originally thought those talismans were just grandpa's tricks to deceive people, except for drawing a gourd and getting a few rune papers, I didn't make much preparation.

The rune paper is gone, and the ghost fire is haunted, what should I do? In a hurry, I thought of what my grandfather said, wealth can suppress evil spirits!

I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from the bridge and shook it at the ghostly fire. The Ghost Fire seemed to be genuinely afraid of the bill, and retreated suddenly.

I just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get into the car, but I didn't expect a faint blue light to reflect from the back seat of the car. That damn ghost fire actually got into the car through the door.

I took the money in my hand and drove away, and the ghost fire was finally forced out of the car. But it still followed me like a shadow, and I was entangled by it and started a nameless fire, and with a loud roar, I bit my middle finger, smeared the blood of my finger on the banknote, and put it on the stone I had just sat on, and recited the exorcism spell aloud to the ghost fire.

This move was ruthless enough, and the ghost fire immediately drifted into the distance and disappeared into the low woods. drove away the ghost fire, I was secretly surprised in my heart, and secretly sighed that there are really ghosts in this world, and the methods passed down by my grandfather really worked.

But why did my grandfather never encounter a ghost in his life, but the first time I was a soul calmer? With this question in mind, I went back to the car.

The slope is broken, and I won't be stupid enough to rush over again. I decisively started the car and put up reverse gear. But after trying several times, I became frustrated again, and the tires of the car got stuck in the mud puddle and I couldn't climb back up.

I wanted to call someone to help, but I took out my phone and saw that there was no signal on it. I decided to abandon the car and walk home.

I don't know how long I walked, but I didn't get home yet, and I couldn't help but feel irritable. I saw a stone on the side of the road, and I sat down on it from exhaustion.

The hand touched the stone, and there was something strange about the tentacles. When I took it down, I was amazed, wasn't that a bill? My heart tightened, and I secretly exclaimed, how could there be banknotes on the stones on the side of the road? Didn't I meet a ghost again, this is a dead coin?

I was about to shake off the banknote, when I suddenly saw some blood stains on the banknote, and it dawned on me. This is not a dead currency at all, it is a banknote that I found when I encountered a ghost fire to exorcise ghosts.

The ghost fire is gone, and I have no grudge against money, how can I waste this bloody banknote to cheapen others? I happily stuffed the money into my pocket, and before I had time to have fun, a sense of dread quickly came to me.

I put this banknote on the stone myself, so isn't this stone the one I sat on in the middle of the night when I encountered a ghost fire? Doesn't that mean I've been walking for most of the night and still going around where I was?

Shocked, I turned my head to look, and sure enough, I saw the small car parked behind me. Oh no, I've got a ghost hitting the wall.

By the moonlight, I had no intention of drinking, and then I realized that the stone I was sitting on was actually a crooked tombstone!

After a brief moment of fright, I calmed down again, because I thought of what my grandfather had told me about how to deal with ghosts hitting walls.

Ghosts are afraid of urine, so what am I polite about? I took out the guy and shot it at the tombstone, and while I lifted my pants, I remembered what my grandfather had taught me, dipped a little urine, and wiped it on my face.

It worked, and the road around me became clear in front of my eyes. Grandpa said that there is a yang fire in the seal hall of people, and it can also ward off evil spirits, so I kept holding my head from front to back with my hands.

I was relieved to hear the sound of chickens and dogs barking in the distance, and I was happy to find that the sky was already dark.

I habitually took out another cigarette, and as soon as I put it in my mouth, it occurred to me that there was nothing to ignite. At a glance, I saw a lighter on the ground.

Although I knew that the lighter would no longer ignite, I could not bear the addiction to smoking, so I still bent down and picked up the lighter, and pressed it with luck.

It's unbelievable that the lighter is on fire, and the flame is still thriving. After lighting a cigarette, I took a few puffs and was reminiscing about the night's encounter when I heard the roar of a tractor behind me.

The country road was narrow, and the tractor had to stop because the back half of my car was still on the road.

The tractor driver yelled at me anxiously to move the car. I looked at the thin man on the tractor and sneered, "Brother, I want to drive the car away too!" Don't you see the tires getting stuck in? Why don't you drag it out for me? ”

The man had no choice but to take out a long braided strap from the compartment of the tractor and, as I had instructed, tied it to the rear bumper of my car.

As the man was about to return to the tractor, his face suddenly changed. He asked me in horror, "Little brother, why is this tombstone wet?" ”

I turned my head to look and saw that the tombstone was wet with my urine, and I was a little embarrassed, so I cheekily replied to him: "Brother, there is something unclean in this deserted grave, and I have hit it, and it has been leveled." ”

The man looked at me in surprise and muttered: "Since I was a child, I heard that this nameless tomb is very fierce, no one dares to approach, and Ling Ada couldn't do anything about it back then, I didn't expect the little brother to be so powerful, wouldn't it be bragging?" ”

Ling Ada, that's what the villagers call my grandfather. Hearing the man say that, I have to get back on the field, right? Casually said to him: "Brother, Ling Adaa is my grandfather." I came to break this evil grave, because my grandfather took care of me before he died. ”

The man looked surprised, stunned for a while, and suddenly took my hand and said, "Are you Ling Sen?" Oh, God has eyes, but I found you. ”

What's the matter with him looking for me? It's weird. After listening to the man for a while, I was relieved.

That man is in Dongling Village, more than two miles away from here, and he is still of the same clan as me. Last night, his seven-year-old son suddenly didn't know what was going on and foamed at the mouth.

The barefoot doctor in the village came to see him, and after looking at him for a long time, he didn't know why, but told the man that his son might have fallen into an evil spirit.

The man was in a hurry, and according to the instructions of the barefoot doctor, he went straight to my Beiling Village early in the morning, wanting to find me to exorcise evil spirits for his son.

I followed the man to Dongling Village, and when I saw his unconscious son, a chill rose from the bottom of my heart.

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