With the accumulation of these years, my soldiers and horses have gradually turned from scattered ghost fragments at the beginning to complete ghosts. In the past, a whole team of soldiers and horses may have been put together, but they were not as strong as the soldiers and horses I collected a few times ago. For more than two years, everything seemed to be predestined in advance, and I encountered some violent and resentful ghosts one after another, and after being subdued and brought under his command, although the anger decreased a lot, the size of the ability was always fixed.

Although my soldiers and horses are still far from Master's, it is no longer a problem to deal with some small minion ghosts.

At the beginning, I found out the details of my opponent, which was quite boring for me. But if, as I initially suspected, the ghosts here were at least simply looking for a substitute for the dead, then their death would be a sudden death unless it was a suicide, and this death was an accident, and there was not much resentment, at least because they had not been able to react and missed the time to properly understand that they were dead. Ghosts who are not resentful are generally not difficult to deal with, as long as the other party knows to be soft. But if it is a suicide death, then it is impossible to be without resentment, firstly, it is difficult for a person who dies by suicide to leave on his own, and secondly, the ghost that gathers with resentment and aims to kill others is not a power of this magnitude that I perceive at the moment.

So I had to wait, wait for the ghosts to reappear. I waited until three o'clock in the evening, and I didn't have a good rest on the first night on the ship, and I stayed up all night, and my spirit was really unbearable. But just as I was about to take a nap on the side, the traffic light next to me suddenly "ding-ding" and sounding continuously. The lights also changed from red to green.

I don't know the rules of the traffic lights on the railway, but I think it means that the train is about to enter the station. So I pulled myself together and looked in the direction the train was coming. Because of the curves and the fact that it was dark, I didn't see anything. So I learned from the scenes of the revolutionary films, and put my ears on the track surface of the railroad tracks, and heard a more obvious, but far away, rumbling sound. I got up, intending to move a little farther away, for I did not know which track the train would be diverted to, but when I looked up, I saw a figure coming out of the woods on the other side.

It is said to be one person, but it is actually two. Just as my aunt told me at first, this is a young man carrying an old man on his back. And in my opinion, that action was not at all back, because the young man's hands were hanging at his sides, and he did not turn his hand to support the old man on his back. However, the old man on his back moved even more strangely, he simply wrapped his hands around the young man's neck, and his feet were also wrapped around the young man's waist, and the whole person hung on the young man's back, as if the young man was carrying a basket.

The strangest thing was the look in the old man's eyes, from the moment they appeared, he had been on the young man's left shoulder, with half of his head on his side, staring at me with his eyes.

The night was hazy, and I couldn't tell whether the faces of these two people were as green and green as my aunt said, but I understood that these two were ghosts at all. And it wasn't until I saw the old man's posture that I realized that in fact, these two ghosts should exist alone. In other words, the old man died in front of him, and he found a stand-in, that is, a young man who carried himself on his back. The young man also needs to find a substitute after death, but he has no idea that he has a dead ghost on his back, but he didn't make it, and then he has been haunting himself after death.

In this way, this simple ghost story suddenly made me feel interesting. But even though I think it's funny, when I face ghosts, I still have a natural fear. When the young man came out of the woods, his posture and speed were quite normal, and he even looked at the other side of the tracks, as if he were a person about to cross the road, first observing the traffic on the road. However, from the moment he stepped on the rails, his movements gradually slowed down, and his back slowly bent down.

The scene in front of me is basically the scene that this young man encountered when he was hit and killed. The young man had been crossing the railroad tracks as he was before he was killed, but he didn't know that he had been targeted by another ghost at this time, this ghost had been hanging on his back, and when he thought it would not be difficult to cross the railroad tracks, the ghost hanging on his back suddenly became heavier and heavier. It should be said that it is with the help of the power of his own ghost that it creates a sense of weight on the young man, which makes the young man feel heavy on his feet and bend his body involuntarily.

At this time, I saw that the young man had walked to the middle of the tracks, and on the other side of the tracks, the train was already very close, and the dazzling lights were so bright that I couldn't open my eyes, and when I looked back at the young man on the tracks, he was already supporting his knees with his hands, and his legs were still slightly bent, and he felt that he was carrying too much weight, and the sad old man, still as before, was expressionless, half of his face came out of the young man's shoulder, and then stared at me deadly.

I thought in my heart that it should be at about the same time as now, and Uncle Meng was in a hurry to save people. Because in my judgment, if I rushed to the young man at this moment and pulled the two of them off the tracks, there was still a gap between the time and the train coming, it would be more than enough to save people. But of course I won't do that, the two ghosts in front of me, one is the one who has killed someone else but he didn't make it again for some unknown reason, so it can only follow the ghost of the person who was killed by himself; The other is also a harmful ghost, except that he has not been able to kill others.

Such a deformed combination made me deeply aware of the inferiority of the level of substitute ghosts. The ghosts of young people are supposed to be victims, but now they also have the intention of harming others, so they should be punished. So I took two steps back while the car was still some distance away, summoned my horses, and asked them to catch the two souls on the tracks, but not to leave, and let them be hit by the train again.

Maybe when you hear this, you will ask, these two are already ghosts, what is the point of hitting them again? In fact, we often say that once you are bitten by a snake, you are afraid of the well rope for ten years. It is used to describe a person who has suffered a loss once and will force himself to remember it for a long time in the future. In fact, this sentence is also true for ghosts. What ghosts fear most is to remember the moment they died, even if they were dead. Because once you think about it, it's as if something that has been forgotten for a long time suddenly appears in your memory, and the good thing is just that, and if the bad thing is bad, the ghost is no less frightened than the thing itself.

This is like a terminally ill person, some people may not be willing to accept the facts, in the enlightenment and self-paralysis of the family, gradually take this matter down a lot, but just as he began to get used to this state, someone suddenly reminded him that death is not far away, then the degree of his inner collapse and fright is comparable to death itself.

What I am asking the soldiers and horses to do at this moment is to punish the two harmful ghosts in front of me. I can't see my own soldiers, but I know they're doing what they're told. Because the young and the old had expressions of struggle and horror at the same time. The train was getting closer and closer, and in the light of the light, I could see the wide eyes of two ghosts, who were now feeling death again. The train driver couldn't see these two ghosts, he could only see me squatting on the side in the overalls of a railway worker.

With a hula, the train whizzed past me. After passing through the rear of the car, the environment was illuminated by the front lights just now, and the contrast between light and dark was particularly large, but I could still clearly see the two ghosts squatting on the ground side by side, holding their heads, screaming with their mouths wide open, and clutching their hair.

I knew that the soldiers had subdued the two ghosts, and that they could not escape, and that they could no longer disappear into thin air. In any case, they are all people who died in vain. The fault is that they chose to harm others and surpass themselves, and since they have been punished, I will take them on the road.

A ghost of this level is still not qualified to be my soldier for me at the moment. So I recited the mantra and let the two ghosts follow the mantra, intending to take it elsewhere and do it again. Before leaving, I lit another pillar of terracotta incense to make sure that the neighborhood was clean, and then I planned to leave the same way.

But I hadn't taken a few steps before I suddenly stood still. Because I think that although the matter has been resolved, there is nothing difficult in itself, but Uncle Meng finally lost his job because of this, and he was not only criticized by the report, but also ridiculed by everyone. In any case, he should not be treated like this. So I turned around again and walked straight in the direction of the station.

The station is next to the unit, which means that if I turn right when I leave the door of the unit, I will be able to enter the station directly. As I walked to the edge of the platform, I tucked the spirit flag into my clothes, then lowered my head, pulled down the brim of my hat, and then covered my stomach with my hands in quick steps. The laughter of the other workers who saw me around me was like someone who suddenly had a stomach upset and wanted to go to the toilet, but it did not arouse everyone's suspicion.

I turned around and went to the back of a small house, which was supposed to be used for dispatching work, and was about three stories high, and I pretended to be looking for a toilet and went inside. And many of the articles are signed by a person named "Lin Yuanchao".

I grinned and smiled maliciously.