Collection of strange powers and chaotic gods

Once upon a time, there was a man named Li Jia in Qiantang County, Hangzhou, who was famous for his bravery and bravery.

One night, Li Jia went to a friend's house for a banquet. Everyone had almost finished drinking, and someone during the dinner said: "There is a house for sale half a mile from here, and the price is very cheap."

Li Jia asked strangely: "Why is a good house sold at such a low price? Isn't it a haunted house?"

The man smiled and said: "You really hit the mark! I heard that there are evil spirits inside, so the owner wants to sell it at a low price, but no one dares to buy it yet. If you are interested, do you dare to live in it?"

Li Jia said: "What am I afraid of? It's a pity that I have no money. I can't afford it no matter how cheap it is. It's all in vain."

The man said, "If you have the guts to drink alone in that house all night, I will buy it and give it to you."

Li Jia suddenly became excited: "Is this true?"

The man said firmly: "I will never break my promise!"

Everyone was making noises while drinking, and they were willing to guarantee the bet between the two of them.

So, everyone agreed on the spot and implemented it the next night.

After noon the next day, everyone gathered together and went to the house together to arrange wine and food.

Li Jia entered the main room with a sword. After everyone left, they closed the door to prevent him from running out and locked the door.

Then, everyone borrowed the house next door for a party, drinking and chatting, waiting for news from him.

Li Jia was alone in the main room, checking the situation around the main room. He saw another small door opened next to it.

He turned around and entered through the small door, only to see a narrow alley outside the door, which was full of grass. There was a round door behind it, which was half open and half closed.

Li Jia secretly thought: "I don't have to go in, I just wait outside to see what happens."

So, he walked back, lit candles in the main room, and started drinking.

At midnight, I suddenly heard footsteps. Li Jia looked up and saw a kid, only about a foot tall, with a gray face and dark eyes, with disheveled hair, walking in from the small door and walking to the table where Li Jia was drinking.

Li Jia was furious and stood up with a sharp sword in hand.

When the kid saw this, he turned around and escaped from the small door and entered the alley outside.

Li Jia followed closely and chased him until he entered the round cave door.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and a coffin lid spun in mid-air like a windmill, hovering above Li Jia's head.

Li Jia swung his sword and slashed at the coffin lid, but instead of cutting it off, he felt his head getting heavier and heavier, as if the coffin lid was pressing down.

Gradually, he felt that his body could no longer bear it, and he slowly bent down, getting lower and lower, like Tarzan pressing against an egg. The situation was very critical.

Li Jia had no choice but to stop showing off and shouted loudly.

His friends were drinking at the house next door. When they heard his shouting, they ran over together.

Seeing that Li Jia was about to be crushed by the coffin lid, they worked together to snatch him out. One of their stronger friends fled with him on his back.

Unexpectedly, the coffin lid also caught up behind him and was still hovering above his head.

The louder Li Jia shouted, the harder the coffin lid pressed down. Li Jia was so frightened that he fainted.

When everyone was wondering what to do, suddenly there was a rooster crow in the distance, and the coffin lid disappeared immediately.

Everyone worked hard to save Li Jia and carried him home overnight.

The next day, everyone went over to ask the house owner, and then they found out that there was a small house in the garden behind, and there was a coffin parked inside. It often caused trouble, and the coffin lid flew out to crush people. Several people had been crushed to death.

So, everyone reported the case to the government. The government came forward to take the coffin out and burn it, and there were no more ghosts in the house.

But Li Jia was ill at home for more than a month before he recovered. Later, he often lamented to people: "The cries of humans are not as good as the crows of chickens. Are ghosts not afraid of people, but afraid of chickens?"

In fact, it’s not that the ghost is afraid of the chicken, but it hears the chicken crow and knows it’s getting dark, so it runs away!