The driver, Brother Zhao, drove fast, but he was more fierce than Sister Bai, so the man's car could not be sitting, and his life would be in danger.

Soon we were back in the city, and when I got out of the car, my arm was sore and sore, and I couldn't move, and I rested for a long time before I recovered.

My behavior of holding the Dharma beads in the car was ridiculed by the driver, Brother Zhao: "Didn't I say you, are you going to do it? This thing is more precious than the ancestors?"

Three black lines instantly appeared on my forehead, and I said to the driver, Brother Zhao: "Go, go, go, what do you know!" This is called respect for the Buddha, you don't know the power of this magic weapon, wait until I don't let you see it tonight!"

The ridicule ended here, and then I talked and laughed with the driver Brother Zhao and the driver Brother Zhao's sister Zhao Da Mei.

We chose to go to the ghost building at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, because at that time, the yin qi was heavy, and it was the time for the ghosts to come out and move.

Because there was still a long time before 12 o'clock in the morning, and it was also for convenience, naturally half of the reason was to justify our laziness, so we chose to find a hotel near the ghost building to stay.

Because of boredom, the three of us played Truth or Dare, but because Zhao Damei always lost to the two of us, we only played the game Truth or Dare four times, and it ended because of Zhao Damei's withdrawal.

But we can't sit all afternoon, or lie down all afternoon, how boring it is! I can't stay too active, so I suggested to them, "It's boring! Why don't we hang up the curtains and tell ghost stories!"

How about a ghost story for one person! So that our time is not wasted, and it goes by very quickly!

Zhao Da Mei naturally would not refuse me, but the driver Brother Zhao refused categorically, not because he was afraid, but because he couldn't tell ghost stories at all, and the driver Brother Zhao was laughed at by Zhao Da Beauty for being timid because he couldn't tell ghost stories!

The driver, Brother Zhao, was unsociable and didn't cooperate with us to tell ghost stories, so it wasn't interesting for the two of us to tell ghost stories, so I decided to give up the game of ghost storytelling.

But what I didn't expect was that Zhao Da Beauty liked ghost stories so much, and she forcibly pulled a short haired woman and a long haired two beauties to tell ghost stories with us.

The two people brought by Zhao Da Beauty, although they are also beauties, but they lack a charm between their eyebrows and eyes, so compared with Zhao Da Beauty, they are still far behind!

In this way, two people became four people, and our ghost story game kicked off, in order to seek excitement, Zhao Da Mei actually pasted the window with black paper, so that the room became very dark.

Then she went downstairs and bought four candles, and said, "Let's sit in a circle, and then light the candles, and the four of us will tell a ghost story, tell one to extinguish a candle, and it is okay if the candle is not extinguished, the faint light of the candle is felt by the thief!"

After Zhao Da Beauty arranged it, she snapped her fingers, and the ghost story began, first of all, the first to tell the ghost story was the short-haired beauty.

I saw the short-haired beauty clear her throat, then lowered her voice and began her story: "I will tell you a true story today, which is my personal experience.

It happened in the winter of the second semester of my second year of junior high school, everyone knows that winter is slow in the daylight and fast at night, we go to school early, the sky is not yet bright, and I am a little scared to go to school alone.

So I went to and from school with a friend from my school, and she and I happened to be on duty that day, so I went to school earlier.

It was cold, and the two of us took a shortcut in order to get to school early, but we didn't expect to pass by a family that had just died while doing white things.

I was scared, so I took my friend's arm, and my friend's other hand also took my hand, and the two of us just snuggled together.

But just past the door of the dead man's house, I suddenly couldn't walk, and it felt as if someone was grabbing my bag, but I knew that there could be no one else at that point who could play a prank on me except the two of us.

But I didn't dare to look back, so I grabbed my friend's arm and walked forward, but no matter how much I walked, I just couldn't walk, and it was very difficult to take a step.

At this time, I felt very scared, because I remembered the horror story that my grandmother told me when I was a child, what I felt tired when I walked, I couldn't walk, it was because you had a ghost on your back, the ghost was afraid of swearing, and the ghost scolded her.

So I scolded the ghost in my heart, and scolded the eighteenth generation of the ghost's ancestors, not to mention that it really worked!

Actually, I thought it was the psychological effect of the fear in my heart when I saw the dead person, but I didn't expect that my friend also said that she felt someone dragging her just now, and she couldn't walk, and then I don't know why she was fine!"

The story of the short-haired beauty is gone here, and then she blew out the candles, and everyone's attention was all on her story, so she frightened everyone when she blew out the candles, and the long-haired beauty and Zhao Damei hugged each other and screamed loudly.

Then the short-haired beauty actually laughed after their screams, the long-haired beauty punched her and said that she was a liar, and the short-haired beauty also quibbled that she didn't, and what she said was true.

I can't plug in the fight between the girls, so I can only be embarrassed where to play with candles, or Zhao Da Beauty will look at her face and stop their fight in time.

Five minutes later, the long-haired beauty started her story: "I'll tell you the story of our school sister today!"

Then he said: "Actually, this is not a ghost story! I think it is a very emotional story, and the ghost in this story, that is, our senior sister, is a very pitiful, very poor person. ”

I said, "Poor people must have something to hate!" The long-haired beauty objected: "No, it's not like that, our senior sister is really a poor person, you will know after listening to my story." ”

I nodded at the long-haired beauty and motioned for the long-haired beauty to start telling her story! the long-haired beauty nodded as if she had received an order, cleared her throat like the short-haired beauty, and began to tell her story.