Some people say that after death, the soul is out of the body, and it should be lighter than when it was born, but in fact, the feeling is heavier, so we always say that this person is dead and dead, and the current Niu Bo is in a state of heavy death.

At this time, the flashlight went out for no reason, but Runzi's father didn't throw it away at will, and carried it around his waist, maybe it could be used as a weapon. He dragged Niu Bo's corpse to the duty room in the dark, and the green tendons protruded for a while. Because the ground was full of mud, which increased the friction, coupled with the fact that he had to beware of the attack of big bats at all times, the tension was self-evident, and the wet sweat of the bean was dripping from his forehead like a string of beads, which reminded him of a certain battle, in which he dragged the corpses of his comrades in this way, and he had to be alert to the enemy's attack. Fortunately, he dragged Niu Bo's body into the duty room safe and sound, and only then did he get a little respite.

"It's really a toss this night, the crematorium is really not a place for the living, there is a corpse barbarian king, and a big bat has come, it's strange, what year is this, how unlucky things have happened to me......" Runzi's father grumbled while looking for any extra flashlights.

After looking for a long time, I only found a kerosene lamp in the corner of the wall, but I picked it up and took a look, there was no lamp tube, the kerosene was almost bottomed, and there was a gray matchbox on the side, and when I opened it, there were only three matches.

Runzi's father put the flashlight on the ground, took out a match, tried to scratch it on the phosphorus surface, "swish", the yellow and slightly green fire was ignited, and immediately lit on the cotton core of the kerosene lamp, and before a second, the flame fluttered twice and was extinguished, the second and third were still the same, at this time a bad premonition was messed up in my heart, and three words appeared in front of my eyes: ghost blowing the lamp.

In the old society, the fire source for rural households was kerosene lamps in addition to candles, and only the more developed towns would popularize electricity. If you have to work in the fields at night, a kerosene lamp with wind protection is indispensable. At this time, if the flame is suddenly extinguished without the action of external forces, most people will understand it as a ghost blowing the lamp, and the reason for this is the result of a long period of feudal superstition and word of mouth from generation to generation.

The human brain is only the size of a ball, but the imagination is infinite, the more you delve into this aspect, the more you will want to have an accident if you have nothing to do, and in the end you often scare yourself. As the saying goes, there is no wind and no waves, but that being said, the strange power and chaos of the old bottom are not all on paper, especially the phenomenon of ghost blowing the lamp without scientific explanation.

I remember when I was young, I read a book at an antique stall in the thrift market, or this booklet is more appropriate, the title of the book is no longer remembered, it is a little story about the old sesame and rotten grain, which records an introduction to the ghost blowing the lamp, I vaguely remember saying so, and I should listen to it.

It is said that in BC, Qin Shi Huang Yingzheng sent Xu Fu Dongdu to look for the elixir of immortality, and the search for several months was unsuccessful, and the food and fresh water were almost exhausted. Xu Fu was alone in the bow of the boat, a monster with a human body and a fishtail jumped on the bow of the boat, flapping the tail fin indiscriminately, and everyone was shocked by this sudden situation, and immediately tensed, ready to besiege the monster. Saying this, but no one dared to step forward, only promised, looked at each other, did not think before they could do anything, the monster moved twice, closed its eyes and did not move, its whole body turned from white to black, and then emitted the smell of tar. After the monster died, the sea calmed down and the weather began to clear. Xu Fu immediately ordered someone to drag him to the bilge and cover it with a canvas. When I looked at it again the next day, the monster was only a pile of skeletons, and under the skeleton there was a puddle of corpse oil, glowing with golden light and fragrant. One of the generals made a fool of himself with the tip of his sword, and he happened to be close to the oil lamp, and instantly ignited a flame more than a foot high, so frightened that he threw away his sword. Before the sword landed, it was taken by Xu Fu with one hand, and everyone present was shocked into a cold sweat, if it weren't for Xu Fu's quick hand, the entire bilge would have burned through. However, this scare also got good news, it turns out that this monster's corpse oil has such an effect, which can be regarded as a new harvest. Sure enough, Ying Zheng was very happy when he saw it, and temporarily put aside the matter of finding the elixir of immortality and enjoyed such treasures to himself. After a long time, I found a problem, this mermaid corpse oil lamp will not be extinguished for a long time after being lit, as long as the cotton core is soaked in the corpse oil, it can be lit for a month. What's even more unbelievable is that no matter how strong the wind is, it can't be extinguished, let alone blown out with your mouth, and it is strong as usual even in a confined space, so someone must remove it before going to sleep. People have slack times, once a palace maid forgot to move, the ghost shadow under the light was heavy, scared Ying Zheng all night, thinking that someone was going to murder him, and cut off all the palace maids in a fit of anger, so there were many discussions among the people, saying that the lamp lit by the mermaid corpse oil could not be blown out, and only the ghost could blow it out. It was passed down to later generations, and gradually evolved into the unnatural extinguishing of the lamp under unknown circumstances, which was intended to indicate that there was something unknown - the ghost blew out the lamp. Runzi's father was deeply educated in Marxism-Leninism, and he has always regarded such superstitions as nonsense, but he has heard and seen that in the countryside, there are especially many cases of three people becoming tigers, so at this time he also felt that his backbone was cold from top to bottom. Taking a step back, there is still a dead body lying beside him, and even the most courageous person has to weigh it at this time. said that it was too late, and Runzi's father just wanted to look back, but was hit by a dark wind with black dust, which made him unable to open his eyes. After the yin wind, a huge black shadow stood silently one meter away from Runzi's father, instantly making him feel a strong sense of oppression, it was still the big bat. At this time, he made a calculation in his heart, there is only one door in this room, not even a window, it is simply a turtle in an urn, if there is a gun at this time, it can resist for a while, but now there is not even a worthy weapon at hand, even if he has superb martial arts, he is probably a child in front of this kind of monster. was thinking about how to deal with it, the big bat had further moves, this bad luck was a big deal, the bullets and bullets survived, and he died here inexplicably, no matter how he thought about it, he was not very willing. After thinking about it, he suddenly had a plan, so he simply hid under Niu Bo's wooden bed, and the style of the bed should be strong enough to resist for a while. The big bat swayed back and forth, and he didn't know what he was doing, so after making up his mind, he had to act first.

Runzi's father fell to the ground with both hands, and with a "swish" sound, it was like a carp jumping over the dragon gate and jumping into the bottom of the bed, because it was straight in, the width of the wooden bed was only one meter, and the calf below had not yet entered the bottom of the bed. He silently said "Oops", and he felt a burning pain in his ankle joint, and he felt like it was being torn off. But now it is useless to say any more, I can only stomp my feet frantically, trying to get rid of the grip of the big bat, but for a while there is no handle that can be borrowed, and the body is dragged out little by little.