This ghostly sound makes my scalp start to tingle and explode, what's going on? It's really like the legendary ghost scream!

I quietly took a deep breath to calm myself down, trying to concentrate my mind and listen to it a little more clearly, but the "ghost scream" magically disappeared immediately, could it be just an auditory hallucination? But it seems to have happened once just now, could it be that I am only twenty years old and have made great strides into the ranks of the Alzheimer's army? O heaven, O earth, all die!

Get! It's just self-inflicted on complaining, so let's go to sleep!

"Help—help—"

"I don't want to die-I don't want to die-"

"Quacks! You're quacks—"

"Give me back my life-"

……

……

Nima!

Again!?

Don't let people sleep?!

Not long after I lay still, the "ghost cry" sounded again, but as soon as I concentrated my will, the sound disappeared again.

To be honest, although these voices are miserable and miserable, and contain a little sadness, indignation and even gloomy, but I also think that it is just weird and intermittent crying, at first I thought that this gimmick made people's palms sweat, but you kept it again and again, and there was only a full amount of annoyance.

Could it be that there is a set for ghost movies next to it? Probably not, right? Dad said this is the hospital, and it's night.

So what's going on here?

Is it really a ghost scream?

There can be no ghosts!

Lao Tzu is a staunch atheist, Marxism-Leninism is always in his mind, Mao and Deng are engraved in his heart, and all demons and monsters are illusory.

But that sound - really like a ghost scream!?

There can't be a ghost!

Is it more appropriate to invite the Buddha and Avalokiteshvara at this time?

But these beings that are more ethereal than idealism should not exist, right? If you have the ability to manifest your spirit, come to a golden light to purify all sentient beings, what is it?

Benevolence?

The voice just now seemed to be ringing in my ears, and it really didn't look like a product of illusion born from the heart.

Could it be that tinnitus?

Am I kidney-deficient?

Impossible, right!?

Although the three jade rabbits are very beautiful and dreamy, the civilization of European and American island countries has been edified, and the image of Mr. Cang's preaching is even more in mind, but I still rarely date the five girls under the Five Finger Peak, at most it is just to keep the rhythm of the little tadpole not becoming a little frog, which should not cause tinnitus due to kidney deficiency, right? I can still offer the famous medicine at any time - an honest boy with pure yang urine!

It is said that tinnitus can be intermittent or intermittent, such as cicada sounds, bee calls, whistle whistles, etc., but these are not like ah, does tinnitus have the sound of ghosts?

Although I feel lightheaded, I really don't have the heart to sleep again, and I am ready to pass the time, but the strange thing is that the voice did not appear again, and I don't know when I visited Zhou Gong in a daze, but unfortunately I didn't see the goddess of Wushan, and I regretted it very much.

The next morning, after my dad fed me Qinghuo porridge, he asked, "Paparazzi, how are you feeling now?" ”

"Dad, don't worry, it seems that I can't die for the time being!" I know that my dad didn't sleep at all last night, and I feel really guilty, I am so ashamed to let my father worry so much about such a big person.

"That's good! What's the matter with you? Why did you fall into that grave pit for more than a meter, how could you have multiple abrasions, and you broke two hands? Dad wondered.

Grave pits? Did I fall into a grave pit?

The grave pit is a simple burial of our southern Hakka people after the death of their relatives, or three or six or ten years later, the relatives hire a bone collector to dig out the bones of the deceased and clean them up and put them into the golden jar and move them to the feng shui treasure land of Mr. Geographic's point, and the old hole of the simple burial before is usually not filled, and a wild pineapple full of barbs is planted directly in the pit to show that it is done to ward off evil spirits, and the pit formed by this old hole is called the grave pit.

Falling into a grave pit is usually a sign of bad luck!

I'm now in bad luck -- I can't see, my hands are broken, and I'm hurt a lot.

The height of more than one meter is more than eight meters, not to mention my eight-meter-old adult, even if a ten-year-old child falls into it normally, there should be no.

But why am I so miserable?

I gathered my thoughts and remembered yesterday's scene.

Saying that it was okay in the morning, I drove the old cow to the mountains to graze, and when it was almost noon, I felt very sleepy, so I tied the old cow and ran to a tree on the mountain under the Luji (scientific name Mangqi) bag and fell asleep.

Speaking of damn it, it's all blame last night's spring dream, in the dream, the domestic god-level beauty, the island country sexy actress, the bold Russian girl and the Latin beauty with the back, waist and hips can be folded into a stool, etc., all got on the bed, and the pride moment, suddenly the long haired, pale face of the snow spitting out a bloody tongue and calling gently: "I want to-" This is a typical June sun and heavy snow--the rhythm of the sunflower treasure book, for a while I lost all the sun, and countless children and grandchildren rushed out, At this time, I can only helplessly say goodbye to those poor descendants who have never seen them in my life.

Sadako's bewitching call not only made my panties wet, but also caused me to lack sleep and lose energy today.

It was cool under the big tree, and the soft reed base was also comfortable, and after a while I fell asleep.

……

In a daze, I suddenly entered the dreamy world of last night, it seemed that there was a beautiful woman tossing and turning, and the sound was really sound, I was intoxicated and churning, but unexpectedly, a reed bone stabbed me in the waist, stabbing me awake at once.

"Ah......h

"Hmmm......"

"Oh......"

……

Hey? The voice is still there, not a dream?

Could it be that someone is fighting in the field? When did this simple countryside become so bold and breathtaking?

The blood of amazement, curiosity, and curiosity almost burst into my veins, and at the same time made me instantly energetic, and I got up cautiously, and followed the sound I quietly parted the high reed base and some of the Minoru trees, and I saw-

I'm going to take the test.

Unexpectedly, only about ten meters away from me, Wang Er Mazi and Chen San Widow were fighting to death and being happy: Chen San Widow was lying on her stomach with her limbs in extreme patience but occasionally calling at the corners of her mouth, and Wang Er Mazi was sweating like rain in the old sweat cart behind Chen San's buttocks......

The two of them are very deep, very deep......

I was so nervous at this time, I didn't have the desire to watch such a wonderful real set, I just wanted to think what if I was discovered? Will these two shameless people kill me?

It's hot and I'm cold!

But I didn't think that my big man of more than 1.8 meters is quite strong, and Wang Er Mazi, who can't reach out enough to hold it, is really my opponent? Chen San's widow is more than 1.5 meters tall, and she is still thin and weak, and she has no power to help in battle.

But I'm the one who is afraid!