Could it be that this is really the legendary ghost hitting the wall? No, how could I be unlucky, calm down! Calm down!

――――I remember that my uncle once said that a ghost hitting the wall is equivalent to a person walking in a circle on the spot, and he can't get out of that range, and he will never go to the end, but he thinks he is walking in a straight line.

This is not only the case when walking, but also on bicycles and cars.

It's usually the ghosts on the road who are playing tricks.

But once a passerby talks to you, or something else to crack it, you will "wake up".

It seems that no one will come in the middle of the night, so I can only find a way to crack it, let me think about it

By the way, I once remembered reading a book that said that if you suddenly find yourself in a circle in a place and can't get out, don't panic, and don't recite any mantra (which may anger the imp who jokes with you), the simple way is to spit in the air, and the wall will solve itself, if it is a boy, the more drastic means is to pee, and the effect is the same.

How can I do such an uncivilized and immoral thing as urinating in a cemetery?

Forget it, between life and morality, everyone will choose life, let alone for me! I had made up my mind, and just as I turned back, the wind blew behind me, caressing my trembling back, making me creepy!

At this time, I suddenly felt that something on my back was pressing on me, and I stretched hard...... Suddenly something black fell off my shoulder, I took a few steps backwards, and suddenly tripped over something, and looked, my mother, isn't this a dead body, the main thing is he... He... He... He doesn't have a head... That... What's that black thing? I was so shocked that I couldn't stop dripping cold sweat... Tick... Tick... Tick, the head moved, the long messy hair covered his big hollow eyes, yes, hollow, because he had no eyeballs anymore, his face was full of flesh and blood, he grinned at her dry lips that were puffed by lack of water and turned purple by the dried blood, and he was laughing at him who was actually smiling at me.

When I saw this, my first reaction was to run and run, and I ran to an empty house and hid!

I thought it would be okay, so I sat on the ground after a while, and after a while, there seemed to be liquid dripping from the ceiling - Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong -

I looked up and saw that it was a hanged ghost in a Tang suit, and blood dripped from seven holes on my body

Ahh!!!h

Call~! Call~! It's just a dream, where am I? It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers. At the same time, this space is also very small, like a cuboid, a cuboid. Suddenly my heart rose to my throat, and I was terrified! Don't! I'm in a coffin! How did I get in? All the questions rushed into my head, and my nervous heart beat faster and faster, and I didn't dare to think about it anymore. Anyway, these things are very bizarre. Gradually, I quieted down, thinking that nervousness is not the way to solve the problem, so be calm! Ponder.

After a short period of thinking, the oxygen in the coffin became more and more insufficient, and the thinking became more and more unclear, and there are generally only three situations in this situation.

The first is man-made, which is the most likely.

The second is that I make 2 myself and walk here to doze off and run inside to sleep, of course this is impossible.

The third one, and the one I can't believe the most, is ghosts!

There is less and less oxygen in the coffin, and I have some difficulty breathing, but at least I still have some strength, I first try to see if the coffin lid can be beaten, I hold the coffin lid with both hands,

(It's funny to say, now Wu Ming's hair is messy, coupled with the stains on his face, like an old man squatting in a constipated posture practicing the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty)

It seems that the top is buried by the soil, and the size of the space here is OK.

If time permits, it should be fine to pry open the coffin with a knife

But dry sand is less dense and not malleable, so it should not be as good as dirt that can be dug up little by little

If the sand would have been poured into the coffin if the plank had been pried open, it would have put me in a more difficult position. Generally, the coffin in the cemetery is covered with soil, but the sand used by someone is not necessarily, it seems that you can only gamble, Dad, you can hurt me!

Fortunately, I had a switchblade on my body, otherwise it would be enough to choke with my hands and teeth, I dug it down little by little, and the coffin was buried for a long time, and some of the wood was aging, and it was very easy to dig to the critical point, I smelled the smell of dirt, and a kind of rotten smell peculiar to the cemetery, it seems that I was saved! I dug little by little, until finally I felt that the knife was too small and the effect was not good, so I directly dedicated my hands and continued to dig the soil, and I finally saw the slightest light from the soil as time passed minute by minute.

I also worked hard to continue digging the soil and finally stood out from the soil.

(This is also a beautiful metaphor, yes, it is a foil for a young man who is like an old man squatting in a constipated posture practicing the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty)

I'm finally out! ~~ Hahaha!

But when I looked around, my mind went blank, everything was scary, and I just wanted to get out of this place that scared me. Surrounded by a sea of people, no, to be precise, a sea of corpses, hanging from the trees, and lying on the ground are all covered with flesh and blood, seeing their big empty eyes, my heart immediately rose to my throat again, right! These moving corpses don't have eyes! Physically, they are also wearing all kinds of tattered clothes, and all of them are skinny.

I can't put into words the fear in my heart! My legs went limp, and even what seemed warm now seemed to have become a devil, smirking. Yes, this kind of thing is driving me crazy!

I cowered in fear, everything around me seemed to swallow me up, and I was confronted with endless darkness. What am I going to do! What to do!