After the driver left, I focused all my attention on the intersection he just mentioned.
Judging from the driver's words, he clearly hit a ghost!
But I raised my head and glanced at the sky, and I couldn't help but wonder, what kind of ghost would come out to harm people in this clear world?
With this kind of doubt, I walked towards the intersection, intending to find out.
The intersection was not far from me, and I got there within a few steps.
Standing in the middle of the intersection, I looked around and observed everything carefully.
After observing, I found that everything at the intersection was normal and no Feng Shui taboos were violated. This strengthened my initial judgment that there was definitely a ghost on this road.
But this road is open and open, where would the ghost hide?
Just when I was full of doubts, a gust of wind suddenly blew on the opposite side.
The wind picked up without warning, and I couldn't help but shudder.
A bad premonition suddenly arose in my heart.
Suddenly something even weirder happened. A burst of white mist suddenly floated on the road. The surrounding area was so white that nothing could be seen clearly. There was only one color left in the sky and the earth.
I followed my feeling and walked towards the way I came, but I walked for a long time and still didn't go out.
This heavy fog came so suddenly and strangely, I felt like I was trapped in a maze.
"Woooo..."
Just when I was feeling very uneasy, I heard bursts of "wuwu" crying sounds in my ears, as if someone was crying.
The scene in front of me made me a little nervous. I took out my lightning strike mahogany sword and held it in my hand, watching the surroundings vigilantly.
"Woooo..."
"Woo"
The cries kept coming, as if evil spirits were telling people their grievances.
I took a few deep breaths. Now that I had seen the weirdness of this road, I tried to calm myself down.
What I have to do now is to go out as soon as possible. This heavy fog is extremely weird. If I continue to stay here, I don’t know what will happen next!
I mentally encouraged myself and continued to move forward.
Because of the heavy fog, the surrounding visibility became very low. I shouted several times but no one responded to me.
The scene in front of me is the most terrifying. A person does not know where he is and has no companions. In such an environment, a person's psychological defense can easily collapse.
I had no other choice but to keep looking forward.
As I was walking, I found a bright light suddenly in front of me. I was startled, and then I immediately ran towards the bright light.
When I got closer, I realized that the bright light I saw was coming from a house.
It was a tile-roofed house. I hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and walked in anxiously.
I walked into the house little by little and found that there were many people in the house.
These people are all men, old and young, all sitting on long benches.
But what makes me feel weird is that their expressions are dull, they don't speak to each other, they just stare blankly in front of them, like puppets.
In front of all of them, an old man with a white beard was playing with a razor in his hand, and in front of him sat a young man.
It seemed that the old man with the white beard was a barber, and the other people in the room were waiting for the barber to shave their heads.
I am not unfamiliar with this kind of barber. When I was a child, I could often see them in the village.
Barbers often carry a load with all the things needed to shave people's heads. Everywhere they go, they lay out their own things and then shout twice. People who want to have their heads shaved naturally come over after hearing the sound.
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My grandfather especially likes to have his hair shaved by a barber. He says it feels very comfortable.
However, with the development of society, barber shops can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, and the barber industry slowly disappeared.
I thought that the barbers who walked the streets had disappeared, but I didn't expect to see them here again today.
A sound of ping ping ping ping ping pinging metal colliding brought my thoughts back to reality.
Then I saw the barber shaving the young man's head with his own razor.
The barber had a half-smiling expression on his face. He held the razor firmly in his hand, and the sharp blade slowly slid across the young man's face.
Originally this was just an ordinary action, but what was shocking was that when the razor moved to the young man's eyebrows, it did not continue to move upwards, but suddenly slid downwards. The shaver's strength was extremely strong.
Just take a piece of flesh from the young man's face!
After the flesh fell to the ground, the barber swung the razor, then put the razor on the young man's face, and repeated the action he had just done. In this way, the flesh on the young man's face was cut off piece by piece, and suddenly
The ground was strewn with the young man's minced flesh.
Looking at this scene, I was shocked!
What I can't believe is that the barber and the young man didn't show any expression at all during this process, as if they were not the protagonists, but outsiders.
Even the expressions of the other people who had been sitting next to him didn't change at all, and they looked completely normal.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and I felt a little dizzy.
Crazy, everyone in this room is crazy!
"Jie Jie..." Those people sitting on the long bench laughed in unison, and then they stood up and walked slowly towards me.
They all held razors in their hands. Looking at the faces getting closer and closer, I couldn't help but feel a little panicked and kept moving back.
I originally thought that the person in this room had a razor in his hand and was planning to do me harm, but it was beyond my expectation.
After everyone got close to me for a certain distance, they all stopped. They held razors and then shaved their faces one by one like a barber. Their faces were soon scraped to pieces with blood and bones, and their bones were exposed.
Already.
I just feel like something is churning in my stomach, and I can't stay here any longer.
I resisted the strong desire to vomit, then turned and ran out the door.
I don't know where I should go. I only have one idea in my mind, which is to leave this tile-roofed house.
After leaving the tile-roofed house, I could no longer bear the desire to vomit, so I vomited while holding on to a big tree outside the tile-roofed house.
After vomiting for a while and taking a few breaths of fresh air, I gradually recovered.
Fortunately, the people in the cabin didn't come out with me, which made me feel a lot more relaxed.
I turned my head and looked behind me, but the tiled house just now was gone. There was only a paper house burned to the dead underground.
Moreover, the heavy fog had dissipated by this time and the road surface returned to normal.
Could it be that the wooden house just now is actually this paper house?