"I think I'm here. I have something to do tomorrow, so I'll leave first." I turned around and was about to leave.
I wasn't the only one who saw it, Bailash Qiong must have seen it too.
"Wait...wait for me."
I walked faster and faster without daring to look back.
Walking to the factory road, Bai Shiqiong ran over lightly panting and said: "I... was I dazzled just now? The paper man seemed to have his neck turned."
"Don't say..." I swallowed.
"Don't talk nonsense about some things. Go back to sleep now and don't think about anything when you go back."
Bailash Qiong's face turned pale. After hesitating for a moment, she chose to go back. After all, she was a girl.
"You don't want to leave? Take my car back."
I said don't worry about me, don't give me the flashlight, you go first.
After Bai Shiqiong left, I used the flashlight to pick up a stone and threw it at the paper man standing on the grave.
The first two shots missed, but the third hit hit the target perfectly, knocking down the standing paper figurine. I pretended to be brave and moved closer.
The paper man fell to the ground, leaning on his side, with his face turned away from me.
I shook the flashlight back and forth.
Suddenly, the paper man's head moved again, as if he wanted to turn his face.
"Idiot!"
I was so frightened that I backed away, turned around and ran away with my flashlight on.
"Master Xing! Master Xing!"
I ran downstairs to the dormitory and banged on the door.
"Who?"
The room was dimly lit, and a voice came from the room.
"Me! Open the door quickly!"
The lights came on in the room and the door opened a few minutes later.
The old man came out wearing plush cotton slippers and a coat.
"It's you, what's wrong? If you don't go back to sleep at night, why are you looking for me?"
I looked back at the wasteland in fear.
Bailashqiong is gone, and the fire burning paper money is getting smaller and smaller.
I ducked directly into the house.
The room was very warm, and the small stove that burned briquettes was burning red. He was using the water to cover the fire, and the water in the heater was boiling, making a beeping sound.
The old man stood outside the house and looked around, then wrapped his coat tightly, entered the house and closed the door.
"What's wrong, young man, it's already past 11 o'clock. Why are you running here? I just went to bed."
I sat on the bench and warmed myself by the fire, swallowed my saliva and said, "It's haunted. The wasteland is haunted."
"Haunted?"
The old man put on his long johns and lit a cigarette and took a puff.
The old man yawned, "Are you talking about paper buns?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, it's a paper figurine. Mr. Xing, is it Wang Xiaoqin's ghost that is attached to the paper figurine?"
"Boy, you can really scare yourself."
"Wang Xiaoqin has been dead for decades, and I have lived here in Ermian for decades. I have never seen Wang Xiaoqin. I almost forgot what she looked like."
"He has braids, wears a floral cotton-padded jacket, has wheat-colored skin, and is so tall. Come to me," I compared my height.
"Have you met Wang Xiaoqin?" The old man looked a little surprised.
I shook my head and said I had never seen it. After thinking about it, I added that I had seen the photo.
At this time, the old man smiled and said: "Look at your coward, do you have a stick? Now take the stick and follow me."
"Where to go?"
The old man was smoking a cigarette. He buttoned up his coat one by one and said, "Where did you say you were going?"
