Erhei was about to ask them loudly why they couldn't light the cigarette, but Erhei couldn't make a sound, and the voice was held alive in his throat. Because although these people that Erhei saw, although they were all wearing clothes and hats, they didn't even have chins on their faces, and their clothes, under the light of the fire, were all dressed the same as the actors on the stage.

Erhei felt that the air around him had frozen, and the northeast wind suddenly stopped blowing. Erhei didn't move in place, and the long-pole cigarette pouch he was holding was slashed around, shouting in his mouth, fuck you. But who knows, with a whoop, this circle of people disappeared, followed by the fire was gone, and there was a death-like silence in all directions, and the northeast wind suddenly blew over, and Erhei shivered with cold.

Erhei didn't move in place, and after his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized that he was standing in a dug pit, and in front of him was a pile of scattered and rotten coffins, where there was no fire, and there was no shadow of those people.

Erhei kicked the coffins open, and the dust raised was instantly blown away by the northeast wind. Erhei raised his long legs, jumped on top of the grave, spat a few mouthfuls of sticky phlegm at the grave, and returned the same way.

Erhei only felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the coldness ran down his spine, spreading lifelessly to his body, and his teeth were about to tremble. Erhei wanted to go home and bake the fire, so he quickly trotted up, ran home in one breath, pulled out the brazier, took a bundle of grain stalks, shivered and hit the fire sickle, it took a long time to fight, Erhei roasted for a long time, and his body slowly warmed. Erhei took out the baogu wine from under the bed, drank at least half a can, got into the quilt, and slept with his head covered.

Early the next morning, someone in the village passed by the hill slope on the post, and saw that there were many rotten bones of people who were still intact, and they fell outward in a circle with their legs and eight forks, and those bones all had a common feature, that is, the cheeks of the skulls were hit out of a deep pit, and the cheekbones were almost broken, and there were no jaw bones. Later, people said that the area of the stele bridge was haunted, and it was very violent......

I sat on the back frame of the car, thinking about the story my grandmother told me, I was still young, and I remember it was also fragmented, so big that it meant that the two blacks on our village, went to see the slope at night, ran to this place, and met a group of wild ghosts who were roasting the fire!

This is what my grandmother said, and then she built a machine well room on the side of the road, but now this machine well room has been almost destroyed, and it is estimated that this place will be completely devoid of these bricks and tiles in a short time.

I thought about what my grandmother told me, but I only felt that the two black men were really big enough, and they were not frightened by this group of wild ghosts without chins, but picked up the long cigarette pouch rod and beat these ghosts into disappearance at once.

I thought about it, and suddenly I looked around, and the field was dark, except for the soft chirping of the insects in the weeds on the side of the road, and all that was left was the rhythmic clatter of the chain box of the car.

My dad rode the bike, and there was no light, and he could see the dirt road in the night, and he rode so steadily, and I sat on the back frame, thinking about what my grandmother had told me, and looking around expectantly.

In the night sky, in addition to the boundless mysterious black, it is the insects that are intertwined on the side of the road singing. I don't know what kind of insect is calling, the cry is high and low, thick and thin, sometimes solo, sometimes chorus, listening to it, but I also feel that there is a natural sound.

To tell the truth, ever since the lump of flesh made of the long green worm got into my wrist and I could see people through the wall, I inadvertently saw that in this night when I couldn't see my fingers, I could be like day, completely unaffected by the night, and I could still see far away, not to mention a person, even if it was a rabbit running on the ground, I could easily see it.

It was really strange, and that day I didn't pay attention to fall into the moat on the old ditch, and I could see the fish swimming in the distance, including the big gray worm as thick as a purlin, and what surprised me even more was that I was underwater for so long, I was not filled by the river, and I swam so far.

It was so strange that I stretched out my left hand and touched the place where the lump of flesh had gotten into my right wrist, and the slight protrusion was unharmed, not painful or itchy, as inconsequential as if I had a little lump on my wrist.

I have never told my parents about these strange things that I have encountered now, I am only afraid that they will be frightened and overwhelmed if they know, in my opinion, my parents are honest croppers, how can they know that in addition to people walking in this world, there is another thing that really exists, but this kind of thing, they can't see.

I thought wildly, and when I turned my head to look in the northwest direction, I saw a very tall figure, striding out of the peanut field where my ancestral grave was located on the old ditch, and watched him stride very slowly, but his head was very high, and he walked step by step, but he also walked very fast, and after a while, he came to the dirt road where we were.

I don't know who it is, but this man, it seems, doesn't look like our farm, because he's so tall, and I roughly estimated that it's not much different from the low-voltage poles on the edge of the ground. But this man was very burly, and from such a distance, I could hear his footsteps, and he walked on the road as if he were beating a drum.

When I saw this tall man, I could see more and more clearly, it turned out that he was following the dirt road we were walking, also in the direction of the stele bridge. I don't know what this guy is going to do, but one thing I know is that if my dad doesn't ride faster, it won't be long before this guy catches up with us.

But my father still rode the car unhurriedly, and the sound of the chain box of the car being rubbed by the chain was like the knock of the singing class, and I was happy to listen to it, but now I don't know what the tall man behind me is going to do, why he suddenly ran over the old ditch, will he come to chase me.

I don't know what's wrong with me, or what's wrong with my body, how can I provoke these things, now this strange-looking person in the back, when I look at it, is not a normal person, think about it, no matter how tall a normal person is, can he race over a telephone pole? Impossible.