I don't believe in ghosts today

Zou Hao quickly took off the black cloth on his head, and asked the little boy: "The girl in the basement of Sanlong Lane, is that your sister?" Only then did he realize that the little boy's eyebrows and eyes were indeed somewhat similar to that girl .

The little boy nodded. "My name is Xia Jie, and my sister's name is Xia Rui."

"Your sister... did something happen?" Zou Hao heard the strange appearance of the girl.

"What's wrong with her? I haven't seen her for a long time."

Zou Hao couldn't bear to tell him the truth, so he changed the subject: "Have you been in this school all this time?"

"This is not a school, but a slaughterhouse." Xia Jie said some scary words in an innocent tone.

Zou Hao was startled. "Slaughterhouse?"

"Every year, people are killed here. You see, it's today." Xia Jie walked to the window without glass and pointed out.

Zou Hao followed and looked down with his fingers. The playground was already full of people, and the black cloth on their heads formed a black patch, filling every corner of the playground.Even the road winding up the mountain was crowded with people, and at a glance, there was no end in sight.

"What the hell are you doing..." Zou Hao murmured.

At this moment, a little light appeared in the blackness.Seven or eight people held torches and passed through the crowd.Surrounded by torches, a woman stepped onto a high platform in front of the teaching building, holding a bamboo basket in her hand.

"Pain and happiness in this world are equal. If we want to be happy, someone must bear our pain." The woman said loudly.The crowd was silent, dead silent.

"Hurry up and record it with your mobile phone." Li Yifan said.Zou Hao quickly took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, and switched to video recording mode.

"The sacrifices of the Xia family were used up last year. Today, we will select a new sacrifice and make a glorious sacrifice for the happiness of the people of the county."

The woman turned the bamboo basket over, and thousands of pieces of paper like snowflakes fell on the high platform.She picked up one and read the words on it: "Ping An Road, Zhang Jing."

"Ah—" Another woman's scream suddenly erupted from a corner of the crowd.A crowd of people covered in black cloth surrounded her like a tide. The woman held the child in her arms and struggled constantly, but was still pushed onto the stage by countless pairs of uniform hands.

The black cloth on the head of the woman and the child fell off, and Zou Hao couldn't help shaking his hand holding the phone.It was the little boy and his young mother who had accosted him in the street.

"I beg you," the woman burst into tears, "my husband and my parents are dead, and we are the only two orphans and widows at home. Please, please, let me go."

A single woman named Zhang Jing knelt on the ground like crazy, kowtowing to the crowd.

"Tie her up." The woman presiding over the ceremony ordered coldly.

Those who originally held the torches inserted the torches around the high platform, walked up to the platform, tied Zhang Jing tightly with hemp rope, kicked her in the hollow of her knee, and forced her to kneel on the platform.Her young son, who was crying loudly, was also tied up with a rope and thrown aside.

"What are they thinking?" Zou Hao's hands were already shaking so much that he could not hold the phone steadily.He wanted to rush downstairs to rescue them, but there were tens of thousands of people standing on the playground, even if he had learned grappling and wrestling, it was impossible for him to get close.

"They will kill her," Xia Jie said. "Kill her this year, and kill her son next year. This is the tradition of this county."

The ceremony on the playground continues.

"Next, please come to our new butcher." The woman presiding over the ceremony raised her left hand.

A burly man walked up to the stage, holding an iron ax in his hand, and slowly took off the black cloth on his head.

"You can see his face clearly." The host held Zhang Jing's trembling chin and forced her to turn to the man holding the sharp axe. "You will become a ghost in the future, if you want to hate, then hate him."

"I beg you..." Zhang Jing wept uncontrollably, the sky was already dark, and the light from the torches around her illuminated her frightened face. "Please, let me go."

The host slowly backed away, giving up the space.Seeing the man approaching Zhang Jing step by step, Li Yifan suddenly said: "Xia Jie, Zou Hao, you follow my command, let's rescue her together."

The man was about to raise the ax when suddenly a strange sound broke the silence.

Everyone turned their heads following the sound, and there was actually a basketball beside the playground, one after another, beating rhythmically, as if a pair of invisible hands were constantly flapping it.

"Is this... haunted?" The rustling voices of discussion filled the crowd.

"Ah!!" There was a sudden scream on the stage, and the black cloth on the host's head fell off.She quickly turned her back and covered her face with her hands.

"what!!"

There were more and more people screaming in the audience, as if a pair of invisible hands deliberately tore off the black cloth from their heads.

"Run! A stone is falling from the sky!"

I don't know who yelled, and everyone looked up, and sure enough, something fell, and they ran to avoid it.At first, it was just some wood scraps, and later it became tables, chairs, electric fans... Heavy objects kept falling from the sky, and the black tide-like crowd turned around and fled down the mountain.

"Run!"

"The Xia family is here to take revenge!"

The crowd fled in chaos, their hurried footsteps stirred up dust in the sky, but the man with the ax didn't intend to leave.He looked down at Zhang Jing and was about to raise his axe.Suddenly, the basketball flew from behind and hit him hard on the head.The man's body shook twice and fell to the ground.

The crowd on the playground quickly disappeared.Zou Hao quickly ran downstairs and onto the stage to untie the rope on Zhang Jing.

"You, who are you?" Zhang Jing hadn't recovered from the fear, and her face was panicked.

"We're here to save you. Don't ask other questions, just escape first."

As soon as the rope on Zhang Jing's body was loosened, she immediately threw herself on her son. "Baby, are you okay?"

"Mom, mom..." With Xia Jie's help, the little boy also broke free from the rope, and hugged Zhang Jing crying.

Zou Hao turned his head and glanced at Xia Jie, seeing the mother and son hugging each other and weeping. The kid who had just hit the man down with a basketball had a somewhat lonely expression on his face.

"Quick, let's escape through the back door." Li Yifan said.

"I know the way," Xia Jie volunteered, "follow me."

"Who is talking?" Zhang Jing looked in Xia Jie's direction.

"It's a ghost." Zou Hao quickly explained to her. "However, it's a kind-hearted ghost. Just now, he saved you."

"A ghost saved me?" Zhang Jing opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Zou Hao looked at the man lying on the ground, worried that he would wake up, and kicked the ax to the ground. "Let's leave here first, let's talk slowly on the way."