The old ghost was frightened by the changes on the ground, shrunk into a ball, turned around and wanted to fly away, but hesitated and couldn't bear the bones on the ground. Seeing this, Liu Yusheng said in a deep voice: "Take the bones and go first, I'll block it." ”

"But......" the old ghost stopped talking.

Liu Yu stared at the bulging dirt bag, and said without looking back: "Don't worry, it can't help me, don't let my family be in vain, go away!" ”

The old ghost looked a little weird, and opened his mouth to say something, but his face changed back and forth from blue to black several times, and finally he didn't say anything. It turned into a puff of black smoke, rolled up a few bones on the ground and flew away. As if sensing the departure of the old ghost, the dirt bag on the ground began to vibrate violently, and a sharp claw stretched out of the soil with a "swish".

Seeing that the old ghost had already left with its bones, Liu Yusheng walked over and closed the door with a calm expression, and then pasted a few pieces of rune paper on it. After doing this, he stared at the bulging dirt bag, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Yu's nickname is Octopus, and he is as his name suggests, very vivid. He was a recent graduate and struggled to find a job, eventually landing a job as a security guard in a factory far from the city. A college student works as a security guard, and he has to get up early and patrol in the dark, not to mention the hard work, the kind of depression that he has never met is simply fatal. But now that the economy is sluggish, the employment rate is not high, and all walks of life are depressed, it is good for him to have a job. He has many classmates who are still gnawing at home long after graduation.

The factory where the octopus is located is more than ten miles away from T City, next to a national highway. At 5 a.m., he got up from the factory dormitory, as usual, and went for a run on the national highway to exercise himself. He is a person with ideals, he has never complained because of unsatisfactory work, he insists on exercising every day, he reads books when he has time, and he is really a good boy who works hard.

The national highway next to the factory is the 3O7 national highway, which usually has few vehicles, and it is even darker and silent in the early morning, and you can't even hear a dog barking. The octopus ran silently on the road, he was used to the depression on the road, but today was destined to surprise him greatly. As he ran, suddenly a black cloud of smoke swept over him in the distance!

This black smoke is definitely not car exhaust, let alone a tornado or something, it looks ghostly and chilling. The octopus had never seen such a quick puff of smoke, as if it had a life of its own. He felt a little unsure, looking at the approaching black smoke, and the various legends he had heard from the old people in the past couldn't help but come to mind.

Legend has it that the period from midnight to early morning is the time for ghosts to hurry, the dead wander and the living retreat, and some ghosts are late for various reasons, and they will turn into black smoke to speed up. The octopus looked at the black smoke from far and near, and the more he felt that this was the evil ghost that the old people had passed on by word of mouth, his nervous palms were sweaty, and he didn't dare to move when he stood on the side of the road, for fear of attracting the attention of the dead man who was in a hurry.

The black smoke drifted in front of the octopus in a few moments, and he vaguely seemed to see a few bones swept through the black smoke, which made him more sure of his judgment. He stretched out his middle finger and put it to his mouth, and bit it down hard, and blood flowed out. He put his bleeding middle finger in the middle of his forehead, closed his eyes and said, "The bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, the yin and yang are separated, you will go by yourself!" ”

Black smoke whistled past the octopus, and the strong wind that blew his face ached, and the eerie chill invaded his body, making him shiver. Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and the black smoke soon drifted away. A strange laugh turned from big to small, and slowly disappeared as the black smoke went away. I don't know how long later, the octopus cautiously opened his eyes, looked at the peaceful national highway, and patted his chest with palpitations. After such a incident, he was in no mood to exercise, so he turned around and ran towards the factory.

While running, the octopus muttered in his heart: "Strange thing, I usually run here every day, and I have never encountered a ghost in a hurry." What's going on today? ”

Just when the octopus ran to a place not far from the factory, suddenly there was a sound of "clang, clang" in the distance behind him, which sounded like a train coming, and if you listened carefully, it was like the sound of iron striking in a blacksmith shop. He was now like a frightened bird, startled at any movement, and suddenly heard this sound, and immediately stopped nervously, held his breath and turned to look at the place where the sound came from.

At this glance, the octopus immediately felt that his brain was a little insufficient, and he saw a person in the distance riding a bicycle speeding on National Highway 3O7. The reason why I use the word flying is because this man rides a bicycle too fast! It's faster than the average car! And that strange sound of striking iron came from this speeding bicycle.

Rainbow was already rising in the east, and it looked like the sun was about to rise. The octopus looked at the approaching bicycle and gloated a little. Running such a fast bicycle, needless to say, the people on the bike are not people, but I am afraid that it is a dead soul in a hurry. I can't imagine that the ghosts now have started to use transportation, but riding such a dilapidated car is too petty. No wonder this ghost is in a hurry, if the sun comes out and it has not yet reached the place, and the soul of the ghost must not be illuminated?

Octopus thinks he is outrageously bold, in fact, his psychological element is indeed excellent, just now he saw a black smoke suspected of being a ghost, and now he sees a ghost riding a bicycle, but he is not afraid at all. He casually squeezed the finger he had bitten just now, so that the blood flowed out again, and then skillfully put his finger on his forehead, closed his eyes and said: "The bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, the dead wander and the living retreat, wait and go!" ”

When the speeding bicycle passed by the octopus, it suddenly stopped, and the ghost on the car "babbled", which seemed to be quite surprised. The octopus didn't expect that the method that worked just now was not good now, and he didn't know what the ghost meant by stopping, so he nervously read aloud: "The living have retreated!" The dead and gone! ”

The ghost on the bicycle suddenly laughed, and laughed for a long time before he breathlessly said: "Brother, you blocked the ghost road, and your body was stained with yin qi, which is also called the evil spirit." If you have nightmares in the last few days, don't be afraid, just calm down and bask in the sun, and you will get better. If you have any questions, come to the People's Hospital to find me, my name is Liu Yusheng. ”

The octopus only thought that this was a demon trying to harm him, closed his eyes tightly, and ignored the words of the person who claimed to be Liu Yusheng. He had heard the old man say that the ghosts who were in a hurry could not see the living, just as the living could not see them. But if the living can see ghosts, don't talk to them, otherwise you will be haunted by ghosts, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

The people on the bicycle saw that the octopus ignored him and was not angry, laughed twice, and pedaled on the bicycle and went away in a blink of an eye. The octopus stood in place, still closing his eyes tightly and muttering awe-inspiringly: "The living have retreated, wait for the ...... to hurry."

When he saw two ghosts in a row early in the morning, the octopus couldn't help but cry out in his heart, but he was smart not to tell anyone about it. Most of the ghost stories circulating in the world are made up, and the storyteller has never seen a real ghost. If someone really saw a ghost and then told him about the deceased he saw, he would end up miserable. The reason for this is that you can say anything about ghosts when you don't encounter them, but you must keep silent after encountering them! Otherwise, if the mentioned ghost senses something, then something will definitely happen.

Probably because of the sight of ghosts, the octopus can't concentrate all day and is always in a trance. Luckily, his job is called patrolling, but it's just hanging around, so there's nothing to do at the end of the day. In the evening, he returned to the factory dormitory, washed up and lay down on the bed, and his head couldn't help but hear the words of the cyclist: "Brother, you blocked the ghost road, blocked the ghost road......"

In a daze, the octopus felt like he was asleep, but his spirit seemed to be still awake. His soul detached from his body and floated in the air, snoring at the sight of his body lying on the bed and sleeping. At this time, he saw that the door of the dormitory was opened, and a black shadow jumped in, this black shadow was holding a bright machete in his hand, and slashed at him without saying a word!

The octopus watched as the black shadow slashed his body piece by piece with a machete, blood flowed all over the ground, and the entire dormitory was stained red! But he couldn't react, he could only watch himself being hacked to death! The black shadow sliced the octopus's body into countless pieces of minced flesh, then opened its bloody mouth and smiled at the octopus's soul.

The octopus was frightened by this eerie laugh, and he opened his mouth and screamed, "Ah! ”

With a "snap", the lights in the dormitory were turned on. The worker in the dormitory with the octopus shouted sleepily: "Octopus, wake up, wake up, do you have a nightmare?" ”

The octopus was rejuvenated by the dazzling light, and he touched his body in a cold sweat, and now the qiē just now was just a dream. He breathed a sigh of relief and said apologetically to his co-workers, "Yes, I had a nightmare." I'm sorry to disturb your rest, go to sleep, I have to wake up early tomorrow. ”

The lights are turned off, and the dormitory is plunged back into darkness, but the octopus can't sleep anyway. The nightmare just now was so realistic, he seemed to feel the pain of the machete in his flesh, and even smelled blood. He had never had such a terrible dream before, was it really as the biker said, this was evil?

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