C13

Is it the Wall-Hitting Ghost? It shouldn't be possible. The Wall-Hitting Wall is useful for people who walk in the night, making them think they're walking, or that they're circling in a circle, but I'm riding a motorcycle. Human consciousness may be deceived, but the machine won't be deceived, the motor is rumbling, the tires are indeed spinning.

As the old saying goes, go into the temple and pray to the gods. According to his grandfather, some of these dirty things weren't done out of malice. He just felt that this person was rude and had offended him.

Thus, I respectfully stood up and said, "Hello, big brothers and big sisters. I have no ill intentions when I pass by. I hope that I can do a favor."

He bowed in every direction, then mounted his motorcycle and rode forward. As it turned out, my thoughts were too simple. Ten minutes later, I was back at the starting point.

I don't know the depth of the enemy, and I don't want to go up against them. If they just want to tease me, and I'm going to fight them, they're good, and if they jump on me, they're done for.

"Will you leave me here? Young brother, please follow the master. I will spend the night in the village and continue my journey at dawn. " I said in the same respectful tone.

If I was so polite, they wouldn't take me seriously, right?

I walked over to one of the houses. It was an old tile house with a yard full of weeds and a door covered in dust and cobwebs. Since there was no one living in this house, I went to another lodging house. I walked to the next house, and the situation was similar. I went to five or six houses in a row, all the same.

This time I felt something unusual about the village. It was a dead end. Even if the entire village was deserted, or the village was completely dead.

At the thought of this, I began to feel a little scared. If an entire village were to die, then there must be an accident. They are all ghosts, very fierce, and it won't just be me.

As I was thinking this, I saw a light come on in the house past the alley. There was actually a light? Could it be that just these five or six families have no one, while the others are occupied by others? Did I just think too much just now?

I hurried over to the house and looked in through the window. An old woman with her back to me was sitting at a dressing table with a lantern burning beside her. The horse lamp was a kerosene lamp with a glass cover. In the past, night pedestrians would always light the road in front of the horse. This kind of lamp would not be extinguished by the wind. In the old times, this kind of lamp was also used in the countryside at night.

However, now that there was such a light, it was also an antique.

Although he could not see the old lady's face clearly, looking at her back, he could see that she had hunched her back and her hair was completely white. She should be very old.

The old lady seemed to be putting on makeup. I knocked on the window and shouted, "Grandmother! Grandmother!"

The old lady ignored me and I felt a chill on my back. I ran to the wall of the courtyard and looked out at the village under the moonlight. It was a very old tile house. There was not a single building. Although many places were still very poor, it was quite abnormal to not have a single building in the entire village. This also seemed to indirectly prove that my guess from before was correct. There was no one in the entire village, and the old lady was a human or a ghost.

As I was analyzing, I heard an old wooden door creak open. It was very sharp and very penetrating. It was the kind of sound that was used for background music in horror movies. My back turned cold when I heard it, so I jumped off the wall and saw the old lady coming out with a lantern.

The old lady carried a lantern and a bronze gong in her left hand and a small hammer in her right. She walked out of the courtyard and knocked on four bronze gongs, shouting, "It's already the fourth fragment of the night. The weather is dry, be careful of the candles, close the windows and prevent theft."

Gongfu? I was stunned, teasing me. What era was it, and there was even a husband? And she was such an old lady? Moreover, she seems to have gotten the timing wrong. Fourth, it should be 1 in the morning. It was already past 2 when I entered the village.

To figure out what was going on, I quietly followed behind the old lady. Although the old lady was hunchbacked, her footsteps were still very steady. Every time he walked for thirty meters, he would strike the gong and shout.

The Old Granny walked to the village entrance. There were two stone lions at the village entrance. The Old Granny stood between them and struck a gong, saying, "You two don't have to sleep. Watch the village. Don't let the ghosts come in."

With regard to the gendarmes, we have the impression that the old man in the TV series was so weak that he could not even withstand a single blow. In fact, looking back on Gengfu's initial history, other than reporting the time, he also had the responsibility of intimidating evil spirits. Initially, only highly respected Mages were able to take on the role of the gaffer. However, after it became widespread, not every place had a powerful Mage. Thus, in people's memories, it was only a duty to announce the time.

This old lady actually knew how to warn the lions at the village entrance to drive away evil spirits. This meant that she understood a bit, and was probably a husband who had the responsibility of intimidating evil spirits.

But now, this old lady is so troublesome to deal with. I definitely won't leave this place.

After knocking on the stone lion's ear, the old lady turned around and walked back. I hid behind the wall and secretly stared at the old lady. It was only when she approached and walked past me that I could see her face. Her face was covered with very white powder, and her lips were also painted red. Accompanying such an old face was not only not beautiful, but also terrifying. More importantly, she was blind! It was pitch black, as if his eyes had been gouged out.

I swallowed, and the old lady paused, then moved on.

And this time, I also saw her shadow in the lantern light, it was a person, not a ghost.

Just as she was about to call out to her, the old lady knocked on the gong and said, "Excuse me, you little miscreants. Why aren't you going back to sleep at this late hour?"

However, there was nothing in front of her. My hair stood on end, and what made my blood run cold was that after the old lady said this, there was actually the sound of trash running, just like a few children running away.

Can she see dirt? Or could he feel it? Although the blind could not see, their perception was much stronger than ordinary people. I remember seeing a foreign movie in which the angels were invisible, moving around the world, but a blind man felt the angel and asked him to help carry something.

I continued to follow the old lady and slowly walked to the end of the village. It was an ancestral hall. The old lady walked into the ancestral hall.

The old lady took out a match from her pocket and lit up the incense burner in front of the tablet. She said, "Old ancestors, don't sleep too deeply tonight. Watch our village closely and don't let the demons in."

I wanted to see if she could sense my presence, so I stood in the middle of the road.

The old lady slowly walked in front of me and asked curiously, "Eh? Boy, you're not from this village? Why would outsiders come to my village in the middle of the night? "

"I was just passing by and wanted to find a place to sleep for the night." I went back.

"Oh, so it's like this. Come with me, let's go to my house to sleep for the night." After saying that, the old lady led the way.

After walking a few steps, I saw a middle-aged man standing in front of a house by the side of the road. I stopped walking and the old lady reminded me, "Don't look around. Follow me."

I had no choice but to continue following her. When we got home, the old lady said, "Young man, don't think that I don't know that you followed me. Did you encounter a lot of strange things? There were a lot of doubts? "Don't ask, sleep at my house. You will continue on your way as soon as the sun shines tomorrow."

However, under such circumstances, how could I suppress my curiosity? I asked, "Grandmother, did everyone else in this village die?"

The old lady suddenly became ferocious and shouted, "Didn't I tell you not to ask?"

"Are you afraid that I'll be frightened if I know the truth? To tell the truth, I am a giver, and even if I know the truth, it will not scare me. "

"Giving it away?" The old lady mumbled to herself and laughed loudly, "There's actually a giver!"

I smiled and didn't say anything. The old lady's attitude towards me had improved a lot. "If you don't want to die, then don't ask. Giving it to a spirit person is the same."

"Okay, then I won't ask about this village anymore. Can I ask about you? Why do you have to light a lamp when you're blind, and know the way? "

"I know the location of every stone in this village. The lights are not for me to light the way, they are for them to see me. "

So it was like that. I awkwardly smiled and continued to ask, "Grandmother, I just entered the village on my motorbike. Why is it that I can't get out?" At first I thought it was the Wall-Hitting Ghost, but that's not right. I'm on my motorcycle, can you tell me why? "

However, the old lady asked me, "It's already so late, how did you get here?"

"I was riding along the road, but the road was too bumpy, so I followed the navigation to the road."

"Navigation? What is it? "

"Eh, new technology? Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."

The old lady didn't ask any further. At this moment, a clear clicking sound came from the table. The timer drop had touched a small mechanism.

The old lady suddenly trembled and hurriedly blew out the lamp before hiding in her blanket. She said to me in a very terrified and serious manner, "Close your eyes. No matter what you hear, don't open your eyes. Don't go out. Hurry!"

I had to do it, and just as I closed my eyes, I heard screams outside, children crying for their mothers, women crying for their husbands, men screaming for their deaths.