"Master, what does a ghost look like?" When I first started a few years ago, this is a question I asked Master.

"They're just like us." At that time, Master answered me like this.

But at this moment, I once again felt that Master had deceived me. The face in front of me, although it has a human shape and a strange appearance, if I put it in normal times, I might just think that it is just a grimace. People need to have a buffer transition from sleep to wakefulness, but at this moment I don't have the slightest, at that moment, because of the fright, from the chest to the bladder, almost all the internal organs have a sudden tightening feeling, instinctively reach out to push the face away, but my hand clearly runs through its head, accompanied by not long ago, when I hit the grimacing old woman with Ziwei for the first time, the touch that came from the force, and slight numbness like electricity leakage.

With the force of a push, I rolled out of bed at once, and if it weren't for this sudden start, I didn't even know I could move so quickly. After I landed, I didn't have time to think about it, let alone get dressed, I didn't even bother to put on shoes, I opened the door like crazy and ran outside.

I'm a cultivator, so I didn't have a reason to run away like this, but I don't know why I ran at that time, because at that moment it seemed that my body was not under the control of my brain, or my body was already on the way to escape before my brain could react. It was cowardly, I knew, and I soon paid the price for my cowardice.

Outside the door of my room is the hall, which is about six or seven meters deep, and the door of this room is at the end of these six or seven meters. When I rushed to the door, I tried to open the wooden deadbolt that fastened the door, but because I was not familiar with the opening of the door, I tried for a long time without success. At this moment, there was a sudden chill on the lower half of my body, which was only wearing panties.

This feeling of coldness and coldness are two completely different concepts. When it is cold, it is usually because the temperature is too low, and the movement of air causes the skin to feel cold, which is a transmission from the outside to the inside. But yin cooling is the opposite, and when this feeling appears, it often does not have such a process, but is suddenly instantaneous, and it is transmitted from the inside out. It's a bit like a person who has rheumatoid disease, and every time it rains, there is always a slight pain in the joints.

I was a little more awake at the moment, I knew what the coldness of my lower body meant at the moment, and I didn't want to know it, but my eyes still looked at my feet uncontrollably. The hall was so dark that there was not even moonlight when the door was closed, and theoretically, when I looked down at the moment, I could only see a cloud of darkness, but I found a little boy of seven or eight years old, in tattered clothes, sitting on my left instep, with his hands and feet wrapped around my left leg. Its head, tilted at a strange angle, so that it could hold my feet and still look at me head-on, looked thin and had no expression on its face, staring at me without blinking.

I shouldn't have seen this scene in the dark hall, but there seemed to be a faint, blue-white light on the little boy's body, or maybe it was because his face and body were so pale that I could distinguish it clearly in the dark, but there was no doubt that I saw it at this moment because it "wished" me to see it.

So I started a new round of leg kicks, and although it looked like the child was sitting on my feet, I didn't feel its weight at all, but the cold feeling continued, so that every time I pushed my legs, it felt as if I was going to break my own feet. Suddenly, there was a clang, and because the range of movement was too great, I kicked the threshold of the hall with one kick.

In the cold winter, the hands and feet are in a semi-frozen state, and if you hit something hard at this time, the pain is far greater than in any other season. And my kick, which is precisely the little thumb of my left foot, is the one finger that I can't move freely the most, and the pain that pierces my heart goes straight to my brain, and I can't control a feeling of wanting to cry, and at that moment, I think about a lot of things when I was a child.

Seeing that it could not get rid of it, its demeanor and posture did not change. I had no choice but to move in a hurry, I fled in a hurry, and all the tools were still thrown in the room, so there was no way, I opened my mouth, and bit the middle finger of my right hand in pain, and used the blood of my fingers to write under the palm of my left hand.

As I slashed at it, I felt a thrill of imminent victory, and at the same time, a killing intent. But just about an inch away from it in the palm of his hand, the little boy suddenly let go of my feet, and escaped with his hands and feet, and the feeling of its movement also made me feel unreasonable, like a black-and-white film movie machine was stuck, one moment it was still under my feet, the next moment it was a meter away from me, and between the two moments, there was only a fleeting, but clearly distinct ghost shadow dragging.

I had no intention of chasing it, I just wanted to get out of this room as soon as possible, because it was only when I was outdoors that I could move my hands and feet, and although the starlight and moonlight at night could not make me see clearly, at least I could distinguish the outlines of the surroundings, and the place was so large that even if I had to dodge, I would not encounter obstacles everywhere like in the house. So I continued to scratch the door, and finally opened it, and I swooped down into the small courtyard outside the door in a position almost like a hungry dog snatching.

After I fell to the ground, I breathed a sigh of relief, my mind was basically clear at this time, I knew what danger I was facing at the moment, but I didn't have time to think about why these two ghosts suddenly found me in the middle of the night, so I immediately turned over and faced the door, and moved a few steps back with my hands and feet on my back.

Reflecting the faint light outside, I didn't dare to breathe and stared at the door of the room, and as my movements stopped, the strange silence of the night seemed very clear in my mind at the moment, and I was afraid that any slight sound would be heard by me, and at this time, there was a faint, slow, creaking sound from the direction of the door.

This sound is a bit like the unpleasant sound that an old wooden door makes when it opens and closes. I was sure that the sound came from the door, I stared at it, my eyes gradually adjusted to the dark environment, and I saw more and more clearly, only to see a pair of feet slowly emerging from the door, about half a meter high in the air, with his heels facing me, his toes facing the room, with the creaking sound, the feet dangling in the air and gently swaying from side to side.

I knew that those feet were the landlord, and what I saw in front of me at this moment was what he looked like when he hanged himself. Then the creaking stopped, and the feet stopped moving, but slowly, counterclockwise, they turned towards me.

Half a lap later, I stopped with my toes on them, and my hands dangling at my sides remained motionless, perhaps because of the color of the clothes. The part that was blocked above the lintel was the upper body of the landlord, and although I couldn't see his appearance and expression, when I woke up just now, that face was already engraved in my mind like a brand. It didn't move, and I didn't dare to move. It's not that I don't want to escape, but I know that if I escape, it will definitely chase me, so I will be passive, it is better to keep the status quo and confront each other silently.

At this moment, from behind the threshold of a foot high, the head of a little blue and white boy emerged, and the lower half of his face was obscured by the threshold, but judging from the height of the threshold, I could hardly believe what kind of distorted state its body was at this moment. It just looked at me, motionless.

In my opinion, this series of processes seems to take a long time, but in reality, it may only be thirty or forty seconds. My series of violent noises naturally woke everyone in the room, and just after I heard the sound of Tian Deping asking loudly what was going on and opening the door, the hanging landlord and the little boy under the threshold suddenly dissipated like smoke.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and my body suddenly felt weak, so I didn't care that I was wearing only a pair of underwear, so I lay on all fours on the ground, intending to take a breath of relief first. In the countryside of the sixties and seventies, although the environment was dirty and backward, but the natural ecology was not destroyed, I could easily see the dazzling stars in the sky, just when I fell down the vest and touched the ground, although the previous scene still made me feel palpitations, but the sense of relaxation that had just escaped the catastrophe made me extremely satisfied.

Tian Deping probably ran to the door of the hall while dressing, and saw that the door was open, and I was lying still in an indecent posture in the courtyard, probably thinking that I had hung up, so I didn't dare to rush forward, just stood inside the door, and asked in a somewhat frightened tone, Hey! Master Situ... What happened to you? Don't scare me...

I lazily raised my hand, waved it softly a few times, and did not speak, which meant to tell him that I was still alive, don't cry and don't be afraid.

However, just as I was putting my hands down again, from the perspective of me lying down and looking at the sky, above my head, the strange and terrible grimace of the landlord who had awakened me from my sleep came out upside down, as if he were standing on the ground above my head, and then he bowed 90 degrees to me, his face to me. This kind of bow is not a uniform bend down, but more like a waist suddenly broken, and suddenly brings his face to about an arm's distance in front of me, and looks at me with that strange expression, sticking out his tongue.