"Xiaomei held the quilt tightly, and the door was pushed open. She heard someone coming in, dada, dada. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. She felt that the man was already going up the stairs. Suddenly, the wind was blowing loudly outside the window, making the glass squeak. Xiaomei noticed that her eyes were staring at her, suddenly!" Wen Yiren was deliberately surprised, and Xu Yuan finally couldn't help screaming“ Ah, stop talking, stop talking, Wen Yiren, stop talking, do you hear me? " Wen Yiren rolled his eyes. "Coward, isn't Xiaomei's boyfriend back? What's to be afraid of?" Song Qingyu, who is applying the mask, "..." Xu Yuan, with his hands clutching his ears, "..." so the footstep in Xiao Mei's room was sent out by her boyfriend. Alas, it's only my talent to tell ghost stories. Such an ordinary thing can create a terrible smell. " Shit! Who else would think it was a terrible ghost story when they didn't hear the result? Song Qingyu was still curious, "what's the matter with the knock next door?"“ Didn't I say that a new resident was moved next door? "“ Then why knock on the wall? "“ People may be hanging wallpaper or something. "..." Song Qingyu took it. Wen Yiren looked at Xu Yuan tightly wrapped in the quilt, "isn't it fun? Let me tell you another one?" Xu Yuan wanted to refuse, and song Qingyu quickly promised“ Cough, this time it's more terrible. Listen! " Wen Yiren drank water and sat up cross legged. "Have you ever heard of the story that a person can't turn back when walking at night?"“ Uh huh. "“ This time, I experienced it myself. " After listening to Wen Yiren's personal experience, song Qingyu felt that this must be a true ghost story“ I went back to my hometown with my parents for the new year. My hometown is in a small county town. There is a small hill for burying the dead, which is similar to a cemetery. On New Year's Eve, every family watched the Spring Festival Gala at home. I felt bored. I went out for a walk alone and walked to the place where the small hill was located. " Wen Yiren hugged the pillow exaggeratedly, and his voice trembled. "I felt someone following me behind me, but I didn't dare to turn back. I had to go straight ahead, walking, and the footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer. I was very afraid. There were too many tombs in the hills. In addition, at night, I was even lost." Speaking of this, Wenyi paused and lowered his voice, "you accompany me on New Year's Eve. I'm so lonely alone! Suddenly, a voice like this came from my ear. It sounded very scary. I got goose bumps all over, turned a corner and began to walk back, but the footsteps behind me were still following me closely. The voice continued. Spend New Year's Eve with me, and you spend New Year's Eve with me! " Xu Yuan was almost wrapped up in worms“ Leaving the hill, I came to an old alley. The footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer. I finally couldn't help looking back and facing a strange face in an instant! "“ Ah, that's enough, stop talking! " Xu Yuan screamed again. Song Qingyu actively asked, "is it a ghost? Is it terrible to be a male ghost or a female ghost? " Wen Yiren answered calmly, "as a result, I'm a male fan, saying it's to protect my safety." Song Qingyu and Xu Yuan: "..." this novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation