July;

On the first day of July, the ghost door opened, and on July 14, the ghost scurried!

It was dark, and the surroundings were dark and gloomy, except for three fires burning at the crossroads, and under the flickering of the flames, you could see the burning things up close, including paper folded clothes, three piles of rice, a wine glass, chopsticks, and a large broken bowl.

In the middle of July, the crossroads sent wild ghosts, wine, food, and rice. Those who know how to get up, how can they see that this is sending a starving ghost.

I don't know how to send ghosts, and I don't really believe that there are ghosts in this world.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have hurried home in the middle of the night, or July 13.

Now there is a prosperous scene everywhere, but my hometown is still very poor, the traffic is not convenient, after getting off in the county seat, I have to walk more than ten miles of winding mountain roads, to reach a village called the hanging neck bend, to get home.

In fact, I don't feel anything else, except for the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, I always feel a little evil.

When I was very young, I heard from the older generation that a woman was once hanged on that old locust tree.

It's terrible to have no culture, and I don't know which one is not eye-opening at that time, so I thought about it when I named the village, and casually came to a hanging neck bend, which is good, and this broken name is hung for decades.

There are two roads under the old locust tree, which zigzag to form a natural encirclement, wrapping the whole village in the middle, and this is how the word bend came about.

There was a crunch sound, and I jumped up in shock, only to notice that I had accidentally broken a broken bowl that was sitting on the side of the road because I was in a hurry. There were also grains of rice in the bowl, and candles were inserted in the grains of rice, and the candles had already burned out when they solidified on the grains of rice.

That is, when it burned out, I didn't see the flames, so I came with a big grin and smashed the bowl.

The older generation said that stepping on the bowl that sent the ghost, or other things, would be unlucky. Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but my heart is still weak, and then look around, I can't see the black of my five fingers, and there seems to be a yin wind rushing towards me, huh-Nima, I was excited, hurriedly shrunk my neck, and said in my heart that the evil door is important.

Along the way, the more I walked, the more panicked I became.

Not to mention, this July 13, the road was cut off early.

In particular, the path leading to the Hanging Neck Bend has not even a ghost except for the weeds that rise and fall in the wind.

Phew-my mother's illness? What the hell are you thinking about at this time, isn't this scaring yourself?

Alas, if I had known that I was so unlucky to step on the broken bowl that sent the ghost, I should have rushed home early in the morning. As for scaring myself here, alas, it's too late to say anything now, who let our second uncle not get sick sooner rather than later, but he was sick on July 13, and he still had an emergency.

I heard the village chief say that if it wasn't for the timely rescue today, the second uncle would have gone.

I also panicked when I heard the village chief say this, and hurriedly asked for leave and rushed back.

Whew-whew-the cold wind, beating on the face coldly, and drilling the neck. I think of the clip of Lin Zhengying catching zombies in Hong Kong dramas, a ghost who does not touch the ground with one foot, floating behind people, then jumping up and down, and then looking at the time, biting the neck of the living person, and biting a few bloody holes in the neck...... Thinking of this, I was stunned, and I walked in a panic, and I kept looking back, afraid that there would really be a ghost behind me who didn't touch the ground.

After a while, the surroundings became foggy and unclear, this is foggy? If you think about it carefully, it's just autumn, and you can't fog it, is there really something evil on this road? When I thought about it, my sweat stood on end, and I didn't dare to look back, so I rushed forward one by one.

When I was walking fast, I suddenly saw an old man in front of me, walking slowly and unhurriedly, I wanted to walk past him but couldn't, this road is very narrow, only one person can pass through, if I force my way through, I am afraid of knocking the old man down.

Think about it, there are many elderly people who fall down and slander people nowadays. What if this old man deliberately walked ahead of me and wanted to deceive people?

Thinking about it like this, I don't dare to mess with the old man rashly.

This old man in front of me is really weird, I walk fast, he walks fast, I walk slowly, he walks slowly, like he is deliberately going against me.

What the hell is going on?

No, this one, it stands to reason that there shouldn't be anyone on the road now. Except for me, a stunned young man who is not afraid of ghosts, how can there be an old man walking slowly on this road?

The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, and a coldness rushed into my bones, making me shiver.

Nima, I can't go on, I want to turn around.

However, it is impossible to turn around, and there is only one way to return to the village.

In front, in addition to the endless fog in the dark, there is also an old man walking slowly, and I don't know if this old man is a human or a ghost from a distance, and I can't see whether he is floating without touching the ground. Besides, this road is just me and him, even if I am not afraid of ghosts, but I am worried in my heart, I really dare not force myself to see it.

A faint smell of candles in the air pierced into the nostrils, and quack—

The cry of the eagle?

In our case, hearing the cry of an owl can only mean one thing. That is, it is going to die, or if you are out of the house, you are hit by a piece of bird feces for no reason, no matter which part of the body it falls on, it is also quite unlucky, and it is a sign of filial piety.

I couldn't move on, so I had to turn around and run.

Puff puff - the sound of my running is very far away, I don't feel such a loud sound in the daytime, at this moment, I think this sound is particularly harsh, I have a strange idea in my head, the old man walks silently?

Anyway, I really didn't dare to look back, and before I knew it, I had run to the place where I had stepped on the ghost bowl before, and there were piles of black paper money and ash on the ground, and I didn't know which ghost lacked virtue, and when I burned these things, I burned them in the middle of the road, otherwise I wouldn't have really broken the ghost bowl.

Whew-swooh - I gasped out of breath, I couldn't run, I bent over, and suddenly, I thought of one thing, and that was to bow down and look at the ghost.

The thought came to me, and I was taken aback myself.

The cold wind was like a gust of cold, blowing up the black paper money ash, fluttering all over my face, bah - what a fucking bad luck, I hurriedly walked a few steps forward, opened the distance from the paper money ash, slowly bowed down, and looked back with my head over my crotch.

In fact, I did this out of necessity, to confirm that everything just now was to scare myself, and there is really no possibility of ghosts in this world.

When I lowered my head and lowered it over my crotch, I still closed my eyes, and then I slowly opened my eyes when I was sure that I had reached a certain position.

I saw a cloud of black.

There's something red in the black!