"What are they gathering here for?" Lang Shuoyang asked.
"Those who miss their loved ones should go home to see their loved ones before they have been reincarnated. Those who have grievances against living people should go to their enemies to avenge themselves. If there are still souls left, go to the scapegoat, squeeze his soul out, and get into his body.
I'll be a human being in the world for a while. I can't stand these ghosts... Hehe..."
The fisherman spoke weakly, maybe he was talking nonsense before he woke up. Lang Shuoyang also laughed twice and said: "According to what you said, my dream is still true."
"Wouldn't you know it if you saw it yourself?"
Lang Shuoyang turned around and sat up, pushed the small window above his head open a crack, lay down and looked out, but saw an eye looking in, with the eyeball still bulging outside the eye socket. Looking at his face again, everything was
Rotten meat, and smelled rotten.
Lang Shuoyang was so frightened that he quickly closed the window, but he clamped the eyeball. With a hard force, the eyeball burst with a "pop" and blood covered his face.
Lang Shuoyang quickly pushed the fisherman: "Get up quickly, there is really a ghost outside."
The fisherman said: "I already said it was there, why are you shouting?"
Lang Shuoyang was startled and asked, "How did you know there was a ghost outside if you didn't go out?"
The fisherman laughed: "Hehe...hehe..." The smile was weird. Lang Shuoyang had never heard the fisherman laugh like this before. He tentatively stretched out his hand to touch the fisherman's carotid artery.
The fisherman sat up and said, "Don't touch it. My old man has no worries and will not harm anyone even if he dies."
At this time, Lang Shuoyang saw clearly that the fisherman's face was already a little rotten, but his expression was kind, as if he had no ill intentions towards him. Lang Shuoyang leaned against the wall and asked weakly: "Yubo, are you dead?"
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"Yes, but my soul doesn't want to leave my body, and I can't help it. It's been four or five days, and no one has come to collect my body..."
Before the fisherman could finish speaking, Lang Shuoyang kicked him to the ground again. It would be bad if he caught him if he struck first. Lang Shuoyang jumped out of bed and ran out.
The fisherman on the ground was still shouting: "Don't go out! It's safe here."
Only a ghost believed what he said. Lang Shuoyang walked out of the door in one stride, then came back in another stride, and closed the wooden door tightly.
Because there were many drowned ghosts standing outside the door, one of them was missing an eye, and he was reaching out to catch him.
It seems the dream is real!
The fisherman stood up from the ground and cursed: "You little bastard, you don't know what's good and what's good. I would have strangled you to death if I wanted to harm you."
Lang Shuoyang had no choice but to believe what Yu Bo said, and tried to stay as far away from him as possible, and asked: "Yu Bo, don't you go out for a walk?"
The fisherman lay back on the bed again and said: "I told you that I have nothing to worry about. I am just waiting for someone to come and collect the body for me, and then I will report to the King of Hell and wait for reincarnation. This life is too tiring.
, strive to be a good ghost and join a good family in the next life."
The fisherman didn't seem to have any intention of attacking Lang Shuoyang. He was half relieved for the time being, but then there was a knock on the door. This broken door was meant to temporarily block the wind and rain. It couldn't block people, let alone ghosts.
Lang Shuoyang begged the fisherman: "Then you talk to the ghosts outside, stop knocking, and go elsewhere quickly."
The fisherman said: "It's okay, they will naturally disperse after the boat is over."
"They're knocking on the door."
"Knock on it. Ghosts often knocked on the door when I was alive. They didn't force me in even if I didn't open the door. They were basically old acquaintances in the village. Come and see me. I've never offended anyone in my life. No one is looking for me.
It's troublesome." The fisherman said, turning over and sleeping with his face inward. One ear rubbed off on the pillow and fell to the ground.
Lang Shuoyang stood at the door and didn't dare to approach the fisherman, but he didn't dare to go out either. After a long time, there was no movement outside. He opened a crack in the door and carefully looked out. He grasped the door panel with both hands, ready to close it at any time, for fear that someone might suddenly come through the door crack.
Put in a hand.
It was really quiet outside. The breeze blew the willow branches on the shore and swept them on the water. The lake was still rippling. There was no sound at the door, as if nothing had happened and no one had ever been there.
Lang Shuoyang turned around and asked Uncle Yu: "Uncle Yu, what are ghosts most afraid of?"
The fisherman said sneakily: "What I'm afraid of is the yang energy in you. But when you are afraid, the yang energy will weaken. Once the yang energy is weak, I can have sex with you." After saying this, he suddenly stood up with a pair of skinny eyes.
Lang Shuoyang grabbed Lang Shuoyang with his claws. Lang Shuoyang was so frightened that he hid in a hurry, hit his head on the wall and woke up. It turned out that he was still in a dream. But when Lang Shuoyang pushed the fisherman, he was scared again, and it turned out that he was really dead.
It seems that the dream just now is still true!
Lang Shuoyang suddenly remembered something. In his dream, the village was full of wandering ghosts. Could it be true? As for his godfather... no, he had to go home and take a look! Although he was scared, he risked his life for his godfather.
He said goodbye to the fisherman's corpse and walked toward the village.
When we arrived at the entrance of the village, it was probably past midnight and all the lights in the village had been turned off. Lang Shuoyang slowed down, looked around, and clasped his hands tightly. Fortunately, the situation in the village was different from that in his dream, and the road was quiet.
Quietly, there was no trace of a ghost.
Lang Shuoyang returned home, climbed over the wall, opened the door quietly, and came to the edge of the Kang. His godfather was lying there motionless, and he pushed his head, but it didn't move. Lang Shuoyang quickly pushed hard, and shouted at the same time: "Fuck you!"
Dad, dad, wake up!" The old man suddenly sat up and cursed: "Little calf, I am chatting with your godmother, what are you yelling about?"
When Lang Shuoyang saw that his godfather's eyes were wide open and he didn't look like he was dead, he took a deep breath and called out: "Dad, are you dreaming? It's been almost twenty years since my godmother died."
The old man seemed to have come back to his senses and said, "Why didn't you leave? Are you waiting for the big tiger to catch you?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "I'll come back to see if you're okay. If you're okay, I'll leave."
The old man said: "Oh, I know you are reluctant to leave home, but you have offended Tai Sui. The Zhang family has nothing to do and you still want to find something to bully others. Are you asking for trouble by beating other people's children? You go first
You stay at Sister Zixuan’s place for a while, but if you really can’t do anything, come back. Why haven’t I educated you well in all these years? You’re in your twenties and that’s bullshit!”
Lang Shuoyang has become accustomed to his godfather's way of speaking. He scolds him just because he loves him. Lang Shuoyang was relieved when he saw that he was fine. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw an old lady with a jasmine flower on her head lying on the window outside, smiling at him.
Well. Lang Shuoyang was frightened and asked, "Who are you?"
The old lady's face disappeared, not walking away, but spreading out bit by bit.
The old man was startled by his shout and asked: "What's going on?"
Lang Shuoyang didn't say that his dream came true, for fear of scaring his godfather, so he asked: "You said before that your godmother liked to bring jasmine flowers when she was alive, right?"
"Yes, I dreamed of her just now, and I even gave her one with my own hands."
It seems that the godmother has indeed come back to see her godfather, but it must have been long past her time for her to leave, and she did not harm her godfather, which means that she really misses her relatives as the fisherman said.
Come back and see your godfather.
The old man was afraid that Zhang Dahu would come to catch Lang Shuoyang at dawn and urged him to leave quickly. Lang Shuoyang had no choice but to say goodbye to his godfather again and go out.
Lang Shuoyang walked out of the gate and walked all the way to the entrance of the village. When he passed by the village chief's house, he suddenly saw the door of his house opened and made a "squeaking" sound. Lang Shuoyang hurriedly hid in the corner, but no one came out of the village chief's house for a long time.
Lang Shuoyang was curious and crept in through the crack in the door.