In the dead of night, everything is silent, and the earth is like a bed of black sheets, and you can't see your fingers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Laoliu, a habitual thief nicknamed "Flying Tiger", quietly walked out of the house, looked at the dark night sky, and was happy in his heart.

"Old man Cao's fish pond is almost dry, and the herring in the fish pond is seven or eight catties, and the old man Cao is hospitalized for an emergency, why don't I make a small fortune?" When Yang Lao Liu thought of this, he immediately took action.

The fish pond is in the col deep in the mountains, and there is no one living in that area, since the old man Cao put the fish pond, he has built a shed on the pond dam, and he has to spend the night in the shed almost every night, which Yang Lao Liu knows very well, because he has been playing the idea of the fish pond.

It was already after midnight, and people were falling asleep, and the occasional dog barking was not in the way.

Yang Lao Liu didn't dare to use a flashlight, so he walked out of the yard in the dark and came to a remote place, only then did he dare to light up a miniature flashlight like a ghostly fire.

When he came to the pond, Yang Lao Liu deliberately coughed a few times, and there was no movement around. Still uneasy, he went to the shed with a flashlight, and it was empty.

"I heard that Old Man Cao was very sick and went to the county seat to be hospitalized, and only his wife was at home, and he also went to the hospital, this is a godsend, don't miss it." Yang Lao Liu thought in his heart.

The water in the pond is not deep, Yang Lao Liu walked into the pond and cast the net, the fish rushed in the net, Yang Lao Liu collected the net, good guy, harvested several big fish, there were thirty or forty catties.

"I got rich tonight, but it's a pity that I can only pick more than a hundred catties in one load." Yang Lao Liu cast a few nets, and there were more than 100 catties, including two big herrings.

Just as Yang Laoliu was about to leave with the net, he suddenly heard someone on the side of the mountain near the pond, although the voice was weak, Yang Laoliu still heard it clearly.

"The fish is—mine, and I am returned—the fish comes—" The voice came and went, like a cry.

When Yang Lao Liu heard this, he was so frightened that the six gods were gone, and he turned on his flashlight, only to see a tree branch more than a foot high, as if it was moving.

"Oh my God! Hell yes. Although Yang Lao Liu was scared in his heart, he was still reluctant to take the load of fish, picked up the burden and left, panicked, and actually walked into the fish pond.

"Give me back, return me, return me, come fish-" the voice was by the fish pond.

This time, Yang Laoliu, who has always been bold, didn't dare to look up, he was so frightened that the three souls went out of his body, the seven spirits smoked, and a load of fish fell into the pond, not to mention, and his whole body also fell into the water.

Yang Lao Liu struggled in the water, he wanted to get up, but the voice by the pond kept screaming, he only felt confused, and his limbs were weak, as if the ghost was holding him down.

Yang Lao Liu exhausted the last bit of strength, but he was still powerless, and finally sank to the bottom.

The next day, people heard two unfortunate news, one was: Old man Cao suffered from an emergency cerebral hemorrhage, and died at 12 o'clock in the evening; The other is: Yang Lao Liu went to Old Man Cao's fish pond to steal fish, and was killed by Old Man Cao's ghost.