The village chief and several people fled, which Yang Busi had expected. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Limped down the mountain, Yang Busi muttered in his heart.

Out of the horse hall, is it possible that he is a dignified and righteous heir, and he really wants to be a disciple of the horse, leading a group of birds and beasts to pretend to be gods and ghosts?

It's just a deception to destroy the ancestors.

"The junior also has love, the junior also has love, and no one cares about the world in the junior world~~"

Yang Busan trotted all the way, his high-heeled shoes clicked on the carriage, and hurriedly picked up the phone after sitting down.

"It's been a day, have you come back? I was about to call you. ”

"You're in the car, aren't you?"

"Well, I just got in the car. Why are you talking in this tone, what's wrong with you? ”

"It's okay, you pay attention to safety on the road, and send a message when you arrive. Remember to stay away from the kid who carried the cement, okay, hang up. ”

Beautiful, Yang Busan has an ability, she is the most beautiful cloud in the sky, making an umbrella when it rains, holding up the entire sunny day in Yang Busi's life.

"The little three also have love, the little three also have love, the little three and the fourth in the world come to care~~"

Humming and chirping along the way, it was dark when I returned to the county seat from Xinxiang. Yang Busi flagged down a taxi and went straight to the radio station.

"It's August 22, 2016, at 11 p.m. sharp. Tomorrow the weather will be good in most parts of the country, so you must remember to bring an umbrella when you go out.

Tomorrow, be a lucky person

Walk around and walk out of luck

Tomorrow, be a kind person

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming

Communicate with every loved one tomorrow

Tell them how lucky you are

Cherish every smile around you

Let everyone know

You're good today

You care about every little thing around you

Enjoy everyone around you

You're so happy

Because tomorrow, you're so lucky

You give every river

Every mountain

Take a name

You give every scene of clouds

Every inch of light

Say thank you

I can't do any of that

But you can do it all

You have a bright future ahead of you

Lovers eventually become married

You are so happy

Happy, lucky every day

I'm your stranger, I know you out of reach, good night. ”

At half past eleven in the morning, after recording the radio program of Tata in the distance, Yang Busi waited for the train under the stop sign in the middle of the night.

At 11:44, 375 roared.

There was no one in the 375 car, of course this is nonsense.

"What's going on in the Horse Hall?"

Yang Busi opened his mouth and went straight to the point.

"Out of the horse hall, what out of the horse hall?"

The third aunt looked dazed.

"I'm rough!"

screamed in his heart, Yang Busi's face collapsed, didn't the third aunt know? .

"Yo, eh, I remembered, I'm out of the hall, yo, it's been a few years."

Yang Busi's face was black, "Third aunt, eldest nephew, please, readers don't want to read nonsense, can you be direct?" ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, listen to what the third aunt tells you. That's it, that's ......."

When Yang Bu was forty-three years old, driven by curiosity, he "borrowed" his grandmother's key and opened the house.

The room was empty, uninhabited for a long time but very clean, and Yang Busi saw the red paper pasted on the wall at a glance.

The red paper is covered by a piece of silk, and it looks very mysterious without wind.

Bringing a chair from the next room, Yang Busi stepped on the chair and unexpectedly ripped off the red silk covering the red paper.

The moment the red silk was uncovered, Yang Busi's eyes were black and unconscious.

When Yang Busi regained consciousness, he found that he was in a ghost, the ghost was crying wolf, and it was pitch black.

The strange thing is that it is pitch black, but Yang Busi can see the road.

Even knew that there was a white light not far away, and he had to run after it, keep running, or he would die.

There was a grandmother's voice in my head, and I kept thinking about it.

"No, don't look back. No, don't look back. ”

"I know what you said, third aunt, what happened later?"

Yang Busi was a little anxious, he had to get out of the car at the intersection, and he had to wait if he couldn't finish the story. 375 is closed for a few days each September, just from the beginning of the day.

"Later, hmph, in your grandmother's words, it's up to you how you grasp good karma or karma. What causes and despair, karmic karma, just look at who is imprinted on the lips and teeth of the person on the other side of the world. Your grandmother speaks in a crepe, and the third aunt can't learn it, as long as you kid knows what it means. ”

"Get out, get there."

The third aunt waved her hand and opened an eavesdropping ghost, and continued: "If you want to say that your kid is really disobedient, your grandma was afraid that something would happen, so she locked the door, but your kid sneaked in and removed the red cloth." ”

"You know what's down there, don't you?"

"Get out of the hall." Yang Busi was noncommittal.

"You, you only know one and don't know the other, it's true, it's more accurate to call it a ghost hall, the biggest ghost hall in thousands of years. Out of the horse hall there are foxes, yellow, white, willows, gray, breezes, smoke souls, there are only ghosts in the mouth of that hall, from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the present, a little fairy ghost is basically in that hall. ”

"Not really. I've been to Xinxiang today, and there are indeed a lot of them, and there are a few ghosts, but ......"

"Look at your bear-like appearance, just two words, you are afraid of a fart, you deserve to die early."

As soon as the word "ghost" came out, the car instantly became more than ten degrees cold, and the hitchhikers who were eavesdropping on the side hugged each other with eyebrows, and the cold war continued.

"Ignore them, you go on."

"Well, I went to that place today and uncovered the red paper that my grandmother pressed." Speaking of this, Yang Busi deliberately stopped for two seconds, and then was stunned, "Eh? Sangu, why didn't you react at all, I took off the red paper, uncovered! ”

"I know, you hurry up, you'll be at the intersection later, you kid don't wait for fifteen years later, anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

Yang Busi's face was black, and he said in his heart that you are an old lady and I am really my aunt.

"I took off the red paper, and I didn't know anything when I covered my head. When I woke up, I found a bunch of ghosts, and the house was full of them. It's scared to death, but it's not as serious as you said, Sangu, from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the present, what a big row of noodles. ”

"So blessed are you, boy." The third aunt smiled evilly and glanced at Yang Busi. "This was not said by the third aunt, but by your grandmother. The third aunt guessed correctly, at that time, you kid must have pretended to be a bear, or he was pretending to be dead. The third aunt watched you grow up, and at that time, you kid was thinking in her heart, and her heart said that such a big posture, let alone you, even if it was your third aunt and I or your grandmother, I might not be able to suppress it. So you kid did something embarrassing to save his life, and he couldn't blame you for losing the face of your mother's family, right? ”

Yang Busi's face turned red and he was speechless.

"Actually, you kid is half right, the third aunt and your grandmother really can't hold it down in that scene. But your third aunt really doesn't pay attention to a few powerful ghosts, you underestimate 375 too much. The really terrible ones are those who don't come out of the halls. ”

"Sangu, what do you mean...... What's in there? ”

"No, it's too much. Either you say you owe it, you say you have nothing to do with those things. ”

"I don't know."

There is a word called wanting to cry without tears, for more than 20 years, Yang Busi has only really understood these words until today.

"Since the end of the Qing Dynasty, it has been a little fairy. What's this called, Yin Army? Tell you, there is a treasure under the house, whoever drives it will die, but now, it's a matter of whether it can be opened or not. ”