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0119: This ghost story is true

0119: This ghost story is true

Seeing Shui Hua stop, the village king had no choice but to stop: "Stop talking nonsense! Let's go!"

"I won't leave! I... love you... want you... to kiss me..." Shui Hua rested her head on the village king's shoulder.

"Stop messing around! How can two people kiss when they smell like drunk?"

"I want you to kiss me. I'll keep my mouth shut and don't vent my anger. You kiss me, okay?" Shui Hua said and shook her body, letting her breasts rub against the village king's body.

The village king was not drunk. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself under the influence of alcohol. He guessed that Shui Hua was not very drunk either and was deliberately teasing himself with alcohol.

The village king already knew that she liked him. He and her had to have frequent contact because of work. He was afraid that once he had a relationship with her, it would be out of control. He would never let such a thing happen. Therefore, he usually did not do anything in front of her.

Always very serious.

"You are really drunk. I am tired of holding you up like this. Let's go a few steps over and let's sit on the grass and rest for a while, okay?" said the village king.

"Okay, you help me walk." Shui Hua's voice had already become delicate.

The village king helped her to a place with lawn beside the road: "Sit down, it is wider here."

Shuihua sat down obediently: "Sit next to me."

The village king also sat down. Shui Hua rested her head on his shoulder: "If you don't want to kiss me, tell me a story, okay?"

"Okay. A ghost story, okay?" the village king thought to himself, telling you a ghost story to scare you so that you won't have time to think about messy things.

"Tell me! I like to hear ghost stories the most."

"This ghost story is true!"

"Oh, it's really better. Just tell me!"

"There is a river in my hometown. This spring, the water rose heavily. A little girl named Qunqun, twelve years old, was my neighbor. She pulled pigweed and washed it by the river when she came home.

Pigweed unfortunately slipped into the river and was washed away by the flood. Some people saw it and screamed, but the river was fast and strong. Not only did they not save her, they didn't even fish out her body. Those who ran only saw the river bank.

There is some hogweed on it.

After her death, there were always cries by the river at night. Everyone said that she was reluctant to die.

One day, the village’s sacrificial skin came out. Do you know what sacrificial skin is?”

"I know, they are people who make dojos for the dead."

"Yes. That night, Si Gongpi returned home after doing monastic training in another village. When he was crossing the bridge, he heard the ghost crying again. This sound was eerie and intermittent in the dark night, and it was very strange.

Horrible. Si Gongpi thought to himself, your little girl is so cold, cry!

Si Gongpi crossed the bridge and walked back on his own. However, the gloomy cry followed him. He ignored her at first. Who knew that when he entered the village, the cry would still follow her.

He stopped and said, "Stop following me. If you do again, I will tie you up."

After Si Gongpi finished speaking, he walked towards the village. But the cry still followed him. Several families at the head of the village heard the kid's cry and were so frightened that they covered their heads with quilts.

Si Gongpi got angry: "Shout loudly, you little brat! Do you really want to force me to cast a spell to bind you? Okay, I'll give you one minute. If you don't come back to the river, I'll tie you up and make you cry all night!"

A few brave people living at the end of the village heard that the priest was about to cast a spell to bind the ghosts, so they came out to watch the fun.

A minute has passed, but the crying still refuses to leave. Si Gongpi is really doing his best. He first makes a gesture like holding a basketball and rolls it in front of his chest with his hands. Then, he moves in the direction of the crying,

Spread your hands apart to make a binding gesture.

After a while, he stared at his feet, "You go ahead and cry! I've made you cry enough! When the rooster crows three times, I will let you go." After that, he said to a few bold people who came out to watch the fun, "Go back to sleep and let her cry."

, she can't hurt anyone.

After saying this, Si Gongpi went home. That night, gloomy cries were heard at the end of the village, until a rooster crowed three times.

The next day, the news about the sacrifice of the public to bind ghosts spread all over the country, and more and more people asked him to do the sacrifice.

Ghosts usually come out after twelve o'clock at night. Let's go! I'll take you home so that we don't run into ghosts. If we run into ghosts, we won't be able to tie them up. How about taking them home and not scaring people to death?"

"What? Have you finished telling the ghost story?" Shuihua didn't know whether she was so frightened by the ghost story that she woke up, or she was just pretending to be drunk. The village king heard that her voice was completely different from the original one.

"Well. That's it. Now that you've sobered up, I'll take you home." The village king wanted to stand up.

However, Shui Hua held him back and refused to let him stand, "The story isn't over yet! You don't know the rest of the story, right? Shall I tell you?"

"I haven't finished speaking? Is there more to come?" The village king felt strange. "I made up this story. Is it possible that such a thing really happened? Otherwise, why didn't she finish it?"

"Okay, if you don't want to finish, I'll finish the ghost story for you," Shui Hua said.

"Well. There is a man named Pi Er in the village. He loves to play tricks on people. He heard people tell the story about how to bind ghosts with the skin of a sacrificer. He thought to himself, if you can bind ghosts, I would like to see how you can do it.

Law!

He paid attention to the whereabouts of Si Gongpi. One day, Si Gongpi went to a mountain village to do a dojo and did not return until midnight. When Si Gongpi was passing by a pile of graves, he heard the howling of ghosts, and he looked towards the cry.

, Oh my god! A tall ghost stretched and shrank and walked towards me under the dim moonlight.

Si Gongpi thought, the wild ghost is difficult to deal with, so he might as well leave! He ignored the wild ghost and just hurried on. But the wild ghost followed behind, he was fast, the ghost was also fast, he was slow, the ghost was also slow, he stopped.

The ghost also stopped. He boldly walked towards the ghost, but the ghost retreated. He had no choice but to go forward again. The ghost followed him again. When he got down the mountain, he stopped and said to the ghost, if you follow again, I will tie him up.

about you!

The ghost stopped and still howled at him. The priest then tied up the little ghost the same way he did last time. After doing it, he said, you insist on following me, don't blame me for being ruthless, you can cry enough here! The cock crows three times.

Once again, I will untie the rope for you. After saying that, he went home.

He took a few steps and realized something was wrong. The ghost was not invisible, nor was it tied to the spot. The ghost was still following him like it was at the beginning, stretching and shrinking. He felt guilty, this was a powerful ghost! He didn't know how to do it.

I can’t deal with it!

Si Gongpi lost his courage and was so frightened that he walked very fast, and the ghost got up quickly. When Si Gongpi saw that the ghost was following closely, he was so frightened that he ran away quickly, and the ghost followed him! Si Gongpi ran home in one breath, closed the door, and crawled

Go to bed and cover your head with the quilt.

When Pi Er, who was pretending to be a ghost, saw Si Gong Pi, he was so frightened that he ran home like a piss. He took off the big fish clasp on his head, covered his mouth and went home with a smile.

Si Gongpi will no longer do the dojo from now on. Not only will he not do the dojo, he will not even walk on the wild road. Is the sequel of this ghost story exciting?" Shui Hua asked with a smile after finishing speaking.

"Is there really such a thing? Have you heard the story I told?" the village king asked doubtfully.


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