ghost stories

February [-]st

Guiyou golden willow breaks the sun

The sun sinking in the west is like blood staining the sky, and the dark clouds rise from the horizon, which is dyed a circle of dark red by the sun. The setting sun of this day is different from the past. millet.

A man stood on a hill beside the city, watching the black clouds cover the city little by little, like a dead city.A few crows flew from the edge of the hill, screamed strangely, and disappeared into the black mist.

The man threw an object in his hand into the air, and the object drew a dark green light in the air, and then it seemed to explode, flashing countless small dark green light spots, like eyes in the darkness , flickering erratically.At this moment, the air stopped flowing and seemed to be slowly solidifying. After flickering for a while, the green light was finally engulfed by the thick air and disappeared into the silence.

In the Qi family's old house, it was just after dinner time, but it was already quiet, no one came out to walk around in each room, they just closed the door in the house, and the Fourth Wife's yard was not even lit.

A few people dressed in black ran silently along the corridor. The lights in the corridor were extinguished ahead of time. In the darkness, they walked like ghosts and ghosts, and the wind they brought revealed a murderous look.

Butler Lao Wu walked into Qi Maoshan's study and lowered his voice:

"My lord, it's not appropriate for such a big event. This matter itself is a bit strange. Maybe another day..."

"I'm also afraid that a little ghost will fail. This kind of disaster can't be left for a day!" Qi Maoshan slammed the cigarette stick in his hand on the table, his knuckles turned white due to the force.He looked out of the window, and the trees in the yard cast twisted and strange shadows on the window paper.

Old Wu didn't try to persuade him anymore, he knew the master's thoughts, this child can't stay any longer, one more day will make him terrified, no matter what day it is, he can't wait any longer.Because tomorrow is the young master's birthday, the Taoist priest invited by the master has already explained that if the evildoers are not eliminated, the young master will not be able to pass the threshold of 23.

The man in black entered Mrs. Seven's yard, and the lights in the room were turned off. A man said in a low voice, "Mrs. Seven, I'm sorry."

There was chaos in the darkness, the sound of footsteps, the sound of things being knocked down, and the faint sound of a woman's suppressed but heart-piercing crying.After a while, several men in black came out of the house carrying something in a sack, and the woman followed behind, stumbled after a few steps, and fell to the ground.

"You guys must die! You must die..." Her face was covered with messy tears, and her fingers were embedded in the soil under her body.

Qi Maoshan was standing outside the overgrown courtyard, and he could see that a firewood pile had been set up in the courtyard.

This yard has been deserted for a long time. Grandpa once wanted to build a garden with mountains, rocks and flowing water, but when transporting stones, the rope broke outside the yard and killed someone, so the work stopped and has been deserted until now.

Normally, no one would come in this courtyard, so it is just right to use it for this matter now.

When several men with black cloth bags on their heads tied a young man to a stake with chains covered with iron flowers, Qi Maoshan turned his head away and stared at a withered crabapple beside him in a daze.

The chain was tightened, and the iron flower pierced his body like a sharp blade. The blood immediately soaked through his clothes and dripped down his bare skin, creating a terrifying scene.

The boy's eyes, which had been closed all the time, suddenly opened. Someone let out an exclamation, and quickly took a piece of yellow mounting paper and pressed it to his face, covering his eyes.

When he heard the exclamation, Qi Maoshan glanced into the yard, and met the young man's eyes, his heart suddenly turned cold, although his eyes were covered soon, he almost yelled out .

It was a pair of cat's eyes, with yellow eyes shining with a cold light.

"Hurry up and start!" Qi Maoshan put his eyes back on the withered crabapple, and urged him coldly.

The pyre was doused with kerosene, and someone threw a torch onto the pyre, and the fire sprang up, and there was a beeping sound.

The tongue of fire twisted and quickly burned to the stake that bound the boy. The moment it touched his feet, the flame suddenly brightened, and the flames soared into the sky, engulfing the boy in an instant.

The men in black took several steps back. They had never seen this kind of scene before. They only knew that burning people should not be like this. They didn't even smell the smell of burnt human flesh, except for the smell of kerosene and firewood. Nothing else.It seemed that what was burning in the soaring fire was just a cloud of air.

Someone boldly moved forward, holding a long iron rod and stretching it into the flames.

In the gap between the dancing flames, he saw a pair of yellow eyes staring at him steadfastly, and he even saw the black pupil shrinking into a thin strip like a cat's eye.

"This is really not human!" He screamed and fell to the ground, pointing his finger to the depths of the flames, then turned around and fled to the courtyard door, "This is evil..."

"What the hell!" Qi Maoshan kicked the face of the man who had already run out of the yard, and looked up into the flames.

He saw the pale face of the young man, the yellow mounting paper on his face had been burned away, but his face remained unchanged, the dancing flames cast changing shadows on his face, those yellow eyes looked at Qi quietly. Maoshan.

Qi Maoshan was a little panicked, but he didn't retreat like others did, he just gritted his teeth and said, "Add more fire."

After saying this, a smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face. This smile almost suffocated Qi Maoshan. He had never seen such a cold and vicious smile in his life.

The boy's mouth moved and he said a word.

Except for Qi Maoshan, no one heard what he said.

Qi Maoshan stretched out his hand to support the dead tree beside him, so he could stand still.

More firewood and kerosene were added to the fire, and the fire glowed red in the dark night sky. The boy's pale face and yellow eyes finally disappeared into the flames.

As the fire gradually became smaller and extinguished, only a pile of black ashes remained in the yard. Occasionally, when the night wind blew, these ashes swirled in the yard like black butterflies.

Qi Maoshan was relieved to see the black smoke in the first courtyard and the sparks still flying here and there, only to realize that his cold sweat had already soaked through several layers of his clothes, and he was almost exhausted.

Old Wu led a few people to rummage in the black ash, and it took him a long time to come to his side, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, there is no..."

Qi Maoshan swayed, and Lao Wu quickly reached out to support him.He regained his composure and was about to ask more questions, when he suddenly heard the noise of people in the main courtyard, the adults calling the children to cry, all flustered.

"My lord! My lord!" A servant rushed over with a lamp in his hands, shouting and running, with a terrified expression on his face.

"what happened!"

"Eldest young master, he..." The servant fell to his knees on the ground, but after saying these four words, he couldn't speak anymore, he just kept panting.

"What's the matter, young master! You've finished talking!" Old Wu was in a hurry, and went up and grabbed the man by the neckline.

"The young master is gone..."

Lu Yuan woke up profusely from his dream, and the clock hanging on the wall showed 3:[-].

It's that dream again.

On the long and narrow bluestone path, there are courtyard walls of big houses on both sides, and there is no door.

He just kept walking on the road until he came to the end. There were two vermilion gates. The mottled red paint was lined with the same mottled golden patterns, which looked very old.

He pushed open the door, and a pair of soft white hands slowly protruded from the door, reaching towards him...

Then he woke up, every time, and he tried for years to hold those hands, but he never succeeded.

Lu Yuan lay on the bed with staring eyes, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He could hardly remember how many years this dream had been with him. Years later, up to now, he has been able to wake up and regard this as an attempted sex dream that has remained unchanged for years.

It's just that no matter how many times this dream has been experienced, it is still full of suffocating real feelings.

He reached out to touch his phone on the table next to the bed. The clock was bad because if the curtains were closed, he wouldn't be able to tell if it was 3:3 in the afternoon or [-]:[-] in the middle of the night.

The phone gave him the exact answer, it's afternoon.

He lay down on the bed again. In the afternoon, how long did he sleep? He wanted to check the date with his mobile phone, but he gave up after a lot of struggle. His head hurt and his whole body was weak.

After lying down for a few minutes, the phone rang, and Lu Yuan had to get up to answer the phone. Today should not be a rest day, and there may be a work call.

"Didn't you make an appointment at three o'clock today?" The person on the other end of the phone asked without waiting for him to speak.

He recognized the voice of Meng Fanyu, his classmate and psychiatrist.But Lu Yuan couldn't understand Meng Fanyu's question: "When did you make an appointment today?"

"Yesterday you called to make an appointment, and you forgot?"

again?

Lu Yuan subconsciously glanced at the date on the phone, April 4th.

This made him a little dazed. He remembered going home to sleep after working overtime on the 23rd. When he woke up, it was now. Why did it take almost two days?During this period, he also called Meng Fanyu to make an appointment for treatment at three o'clock today, but he has no memory at all?

"I only remember that I went to bed right after I came back from overtime work the day before yesterday, and I don't have any other memories." He sat up, put his hand on his forehead and thought for a while, except for that dream, he had no memory, "It's like this again?"

Meng Fanyu was silent for a while, and said, "Come here now."

Lu Yuan yawned, covered his mouth with his hand and asked, "Are you any other patients this afternoon?"

"No, I can concentrate on dealing with you."

Meng Fanyu hung up the phone and stared at the appointment form for a while, feeling that Lu Yuan was a little strange.In the past, when making appointments, Lu Yuan would directly call his mobile phone, but yesterday, he called the front desk. In Meng Fanyu's memory, Lu Yuan didn't know the front desk number.

"Teacher Meng." The office door was pushed open, and a woman poked her head to look at him.

"Mrs. Yu, isn't there an appointment tomorrow?" Meng Fanyu smiled politely, a little annoyed in his heart, there was no one at the front desk, why did he let someone rush into his office so casually.

"I'm going to die." The woman suddenly changed her tone, with despair in her tone.

Meng Fanyu looked up at her carefully, her face was full of fear.

"I'm being followed." She glared at Meng Fanyu.

"Mrs. Yu, sit down and talk slowly." Meng Fanyu stood up, walked around to the desk, and pointed to the sofa, "If you are being followed, you can consider calling the police."

The woman walked into the office, did not sit down, but leaned close to Meng Fanyu, looked around, as if she was wary of something, then lowered her voice and said, "That thing is not a person."