After running for a while, I finally came to a relatively flat asphalt road. As you can see, there are some shops on this asphalt road, but they are all closed.

In the middle of the night, I couldn't have knocked on the door to find someone to help me, and maybe there was no one in those houses. So I could only tremble and look back as I walked forward.

I thought to myself, all those weird things, just stop pestering me.

After walking dozens of steps on the asphalt road, just as I turned my head, I saw a car parked in front of me. It looked like it was a red sports car, and the taillights were still on.

However, since the street lights on this section of the road are not lit, it is also dark, so I can't see it clearly.

After wiping off the sweat, I thought to myself that this time I was saved, and I could let the other party send me back.

So I ran over quickly. However, as soon as I got closer, I slowed down because the car looked strange.

After I saw it clearly, I couldn't help but feel hot again, because what was parked here was a paper car?

What the hell is this place? I'm on the verge of breaking down.

I just stopped, bent down, and shouted hoarsely, "Is there anyone here?" ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I noticed that the front and back of me were lit up. It was as if the place had been lit up all at once.

When I landed, my legs seemed weak, and I felt like the soles of my feet were floating.

After a while, I saw a lot of people running out. They surrounded me and looked at me with amazement as if they were looking at a gorilla in a zoo.

What's going on?

"Who are you?" A very ugly-looking man came out and asked me.

When I was sure that he was human, I put the back of my hand against my nose, pumped my snot in, and replied, "I didn't know how I came here, and then I seem to have hit an evil spirit?" ”

"What?" The group of people became extremely emotional, and I was overwhelmed.

Just as they were about to chase me away, a man with gold-rimmed glasses came out and asked why. Then he told me that I had broken into their village.

Didn't the ghost door close in the middle of July a while ago? And then the next day it's the ghost gate. But this day is considered a big festival in their place, so according to the customs here, the date of worshipping the ancestors will even be postponed, and it will be postponed until now.

So the grandma I saw on the road was just an old man who was there to worship her and die of illness in the field, and this supercar made so exquisitely was also burned by a villager to his father, saying that his father wanted to drive a Ferrari all his life but didn't drive it.

As for the light on the paper cart, it looks as if the headlights are on because the rainwater accumulates on the potholes, forming a mirror that reflects the light of a distant house.

It turns out that I am scaring myself!

But despite all the learning, I still have palpitations and feel that the environment is very uncomfortable for me. So at half past four in the middle of the night, I insisted on leaving here, and I didn't want to stay longer for a second.

The village chief, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was helpless, so he told a villager to take me home on a bicycle. As a result, a kind-hearted villager found a Phoenix bicycle and drove me back.

Along the way, he kept talking to me in a relaxed tone, diverting my attention from the eerie atmosphere.

Actually, I can understand his good intentions, but I still can't help but tremble and feel panicked about this environment.

"You're afraid, in fact, the people on our side are not bad, after all, they are all simple villagers. So after death, even if you become a ghost, it's a good ghost. He told me again.

"Eh, can you please stop mentioning the word 'ghost'?" I was scared enough to sit in the back of the bike, and he told me that I really couldn't open any pot.

In addition, you can also hear the barking of earth dogs here. In this kind of night quiet, listening to the cry of "Wangwang", it feels very sad, which really makes me creepy and panicked.

Since the tool used is a bicycle, the speed is still slow.

Along the way, looking at the grass or rice seedlings in the field next to me, the wind and grass were moving, and I felt that in the dark field, it seemed as if something mysterious was hidden.

In fact, after being greatly frightened, people will become a little numb.

So I just want to use the four words insensitivity to describe myself at this moment, and even when I look at such a horrible thing, my eyes are dull.

Finally, my heart was very calm, but it was almost like the autumn leaves, the faith was wilted, withered and yellowed, and was about to wither.

The villager was still staring at the bicycle from the 80s in front of him, deliberately amusing me, saying, "Hey, you shouldn't be asleep, right?" ”

I just let out a dull "um".

After a while, he suddenly stopped and stomped on the ground. I was sitting behind him, and my view was blocked by his wide back, so I couldn't see what was going on.

"Are you alright?" I asked in a dry voice.

The villager didn't speak, but he could see that behind his fat neck, there were many crystal clear beads of sweat. What's going on?

Curious, I turned my head and glanced ahead.

I saw a skeleton standing there, carrying a kerosene lamp in its hand.

I was so frightened that I cried out, "Ah! Why are you still stunned? Let's go! I hurried out of the car to make him turn his head. As soon as he got down, he collapsed along with the bike.

What to do?

In the darkness ahead, the skeleton man with the kerosene lamp seemed to be staring at this place, but the villager fainted in fright. In an instant, it was as if I was the only one left in the world.

To be alone in the face of such a terrible thing, I was so frightened that my legs went weak, and I couldn't breathe in any way.

I shuddered a few times, but what I was about to experience was the most terrifying darkness before dawn.

I felt like my hair was standing on end, and my face and body were cold and hot.

After a long period of psychological construction, I got out of my blurred tears and asked, "Who are you?" Did you come out of the painting? ”

Other than that, I can't think of a better explanation.

At this moment, a bead of sweat flowed down the curve of my head, passed through my right temple, and slid past the corner of my eye, making my skin itchy and uncomfortable.

I tried to raise my hand to wipe the sweat, but my hands and feet seemed to become disobedient, and I couldn't move.