I remember the grandson of Wu San's grandfather's family, his parents went to the city to work hard in the early years, and they spelled out some family property.

His grandson went to school in the city, and his grades were extremely bad, because he bullied his classmates, he changed many schools successively, and as soon as the compulsory education ended, he did not go to school at all, and became a gangster and idle.

This kind of person has to give me a fortress, so why do you have it?!

And what Grandpa Wu San said later was really uncomfortable, what does a person say can do the work of a family.

Can I do it and rush up to work for you?!

Although I have a good temper, I am still unhappy when I hear this.

I wanted to deal with a few more words, but for some reason, today's Grandpa Wu San had to ask for an answer.

When he saw that I had dealt with me casually, and was even very dissatisfied, he seized me with his eagle-like hand, came to me, and shouted:

"You conscienceless little girl! You went to college half a year ago, and I boiled you two red eggs and gave you 200 yuan for your travel expenses! ”

"You took my money, why don't you marry my precious grandson!"

"My grandson is so good, why don't you marry him!"

I was really upset by the sound of the voice, and I had never seen Grandpa Wu so mean, I was startled at first, and then I wanted to refuse loudly, and moved out of the second uncle to let him retreat, but for some reason, that familiar palpitation came to my heart again.

This time, my brain was racing, and I finally caught something wrong.

Yes, Grandpa Wu San was so close to me, and he was holding a hookah, according to his habit of smoking and yellowing his teeth.

He came up to me, how could I not smell the smoke at all?

And... When I looked out of the hookah in Grandpa Wu San's hand, my heart jumped even harder.

Under the bright moonlight, the hookah in his hand was wet at all, and it was not lit at all!

So he's been smoking for a long time, what is he smoking?

Once curiosity is aroused, it is like a fire drenched in oil, which cannot be extinguished.

My heart was beating so fast that almost instantly, I thought of the rumors that the dead should not come near the fireworks, and that they would be burned by the flames of the sun.

But in my heart, I still don't want to believe this easily, and I try to rationalize it.

That's the third grandfather who grew up watching me grow up, this little old man who used to be amiable and happy to spend his days, I guess it was so sad to come to see my mother-in-law that I forgot to light a cigarette butt.

And the black light is blind, the wilderness, and the cigarette is easy to catch fire.

I kept soothing myself like this in my heart.

But soon, I couldn't kid myself.

Because once the flame of doubt was ignited, I discovered many details that I hadn't noticed just now.

For example......

It had been ten minutes since I climbed into the donkey cart, and the donkey in front of me was walking with its head buried in its head, without making a sound.

You must have to ask: The stubborn thing of the donkey, except for being beaten, usually doesn't bark much, isn't it just a muffled walk?

No, it's not at all!

How can a donkey walk on a mountain road without even the sound of hooves stepping on the ground?!

Not only is there no sound of stepping on the ground, but even when walking on the mountain road, the donkey pulling the cart in front of him has four hooves hanging in the air!!

At that moment, I just felt my hairs stand on end.

I never felt my mind so clear, and with just one breath, I realized what it was.

It's paper!

This donkey is a paper donkey!

Over the years, I'm really familiar with this paper: bamboo skin is made of pulp, colored paper is made of skin, how heavy can this light and fluttering thing be? !

Isn't it just that I can't bear to sit in the back car!

Where is the sound of hooves stomping on the ground?!

After thinking about this, the cold sweat behind me wet the corners of my clothes, and when the cold wind blew, the coldness went straight to the Tianling cover.

But this coldness also sobered me up a lot, and made me realize the point I didn't want to admit the most-

On July 15th, the gloomy mass grave hill mountain road, the paper donkeys are all fake, and the old man on the donkey's back can still be real!

I've been away from home for half a year, is the third grandfather gone?!

On July 15th, isn't it the time when the ghost door is wide open, and the deceased returns to the Yang Realm to get incense and pay tribute!

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but secretly go to look at Grandpa Wu San, it was good not to see it, but this look was almost frightened.

It happened to be a treeless road, and the moonlight of fifteen pours down from the sky, reflecting the ravine-covered face of Grandpa Wu San.

The face that I should have been very familiar with was gray, faintly revealing a trace of blue and gray, and there was no blood on the whole face.

There was no trace of black in the already cloudy old eyes—

There was only a large whites of the eyes left!

This time I was scared enough, I struggled to break free of Grandpa Wu's hand, shrank back, and sat directly on the donkey cart, the flashy frame behind me suddenly tore and collapsed into a deep depression.

The frame behind this donkey cart turned out to be papier-mâché too!

Before I had time to be shocked, Grandpa Wu San seemed to see my panic, and as soon as his yellow teeth bared, the eagle's claw-like hand grabbed me, and the hoarse and low voice sounded in my ears on weekdays, but at this time, it was like a gloomy ghost voice inviting me to hell:

"White doll, you can marry my grandson......"

"Come, don't be afraid, the third grandfather will help you up."

the fart!

I couldn't stand this stimulation anymore, and I didn't care about grabbing the suitcase, so I just got up and gritted my teeth and jumped off the donkey cart.

The moment I jumped out of the car, there was a shrill roar from the donkey cart behind me, and I dared to turn back, rushing forward with a sullen head.

At this time, I didn't care about distinguishing the road, my mind was full of the urgency of escaping, and there were only two directions on the left and right mountain roads.

One is to go home in the village, and the other is to cross the water again and return to the town.

That one is no better than staying with the old ghost head of the paper piercing device!

I almost ran all the way with my head stuffy, letting the air in my lungs deplete little by little, and a violent feeling of tightness in my chest hit me, making it more and more difficult for me to breathe, and my steps gradually became heavier.

During this period, there were non-stop calls behind me, but I really didn't dare to stop, let alone look back, I haven't forgotten what my second uncle told me, there are three yang fires on people's shoulders, and ghosts will use various methods to tempt people to turn back.

Once you turn your head, the yang fire on your shoulder will be extinguished, and the more the lamp goes out, the weaker the qi becomes, and the more the yang qi fluctuates, the more likely it is for evil to enter the body.

So I don't dare to turn back.

It was only when I took the most difficult step with the last of my strength, and a great feeling of exhaustion came, that I felt that my legs had become limp, and my body began to sway, and I sat on the ground with my butt and could no longer move.

All night, the clothes on my back were dry and wet, wet and dried by the night wind, wet and sticky to my body, very uncomfortable.

But I couldn't pay attention to it, and the intense pain in my chest told me all the time that I wanted to make up for the air I had just lost, so I could only sit on the ground and gasp for air.

At that moment, I heard a series of footsteps behind me.

My heart instantly cooled, and I was afraid that the ghost thing would follow me again, but before I could stand up again and prepare to run, a familiar voice came:

"Ah Bai!"

It's the second uncle!