Ghost Record

  This ghost-raising old man came to the cemetery, I don't know what he's doing here. I've also been circling around the cemetery for several rounds, but I haven't found anything out of place. However, since this ghost-raising old man has come here, it's absolutely not because he's idle or bored. He must have some ulterior motive that can't be revealed.

  Here is the foot of the mountain, about five kilometers away from Guigang City. This cemetery has no one to manage it, just a large area of graves, with about 100 or so tombs, probably belonging to several generations of villagers nearby. Not far from the tomb there is a large camphor tree, estimated to be over two or three hundred years old, and four adults holding hands may not be able to encircle it.

  I walked around this big camphor tree for a few laps, always feeling that something was wrong, but I didn't find anything. I decided to go back to Guigang first and come back tonight to investigate again.

  Back to the hotel, it's really boring. I went out for a walk and unknowingly walked to the People's Hospital. When I went in to find the restroom, I suddenly heard someone calling me. Turning my head, isn't this the little policeman who broke his leg in the cave a few days ago - that beastly little brother?

  The little beast of a brother is wearing patient clothes, sitting in a wheelchair, and grinning at me. I walk over to ask him how he ended up in the hospital in Guigang, isn't the level of medical care in Guilin not good enough? You've just got a fracture, after all.

  The young brother said that he didn't trust the level of Guiping Hospital at home, and being young, he was afraid of becoming disabled, so he came to Guigang for treatment. Besides, this is an injury on duty, no matter how much money it costs, it's all paid by the country, why not come to a better hospital?

  What he said also made sense, my beastly little brother and I found a long bench to sit down on, after chatting for a while, my beastly little brother suddenly asked me if I still remembered what I told him last time when we left the cave.

  I looked at the little policeman, his eyes were filled with eager anticipation that I would tell him something, but I pretended to say I didn't remember. The beastly little brother heard it and wanted to hit me, but couldn't get up, looking a bit comical, so I stopped teasing him and said I remembered, you're asking why you wouldn't die after falling into the rapid underground river, right?

  The little beast of a brother nodded and said that the water was flowing so fast, not far away from where the water flowed into the cave entrance. How could someone who was washed in not die? Even swimming champions couldn't swim back to shore, let alone with ropes nearby, those black eyes couldn't see anything. Moreover, I fell from such a height and fainted. But under such conditions, I woke up lying on a rock, and you were also here, how can this be explained? At the moment I fell into the river, I thought I was done for, to be buried here, I didn't know how deep my body would be washed away, becoming an underground river fish's delicious meal. So when I woke up, I asked you if I was in hell because I really didn't dare think that I was still alive.

  The little beast of a brother said a lot, I interrupted his words and asked him if he didn't just want to know who saved him, but you knew that person was definitely not me, right?

  The little beast of a brother nodded, hoping I could tell him; otherwise, he would feel very regretful and couldn't sleep at night thinking about this matter.

  I looked at the little beast brother, patted his shoulder and said, "Your legs are fine, if you're okay tonight, come with me for a walk and you'll know." The little beast brother listened to me finish speaking, his eyes dimmed slightly, then gritted his teeth and said, "It's almost done, just need to use crutches when walking."

  It's all right, that's just a waste of words. Your leg has only been treated for over a week, can it recover so quickly? But the beastly little brother insisted that he was fine.

  During our conversation, I asked him if he was alone in the hospital. He told me that his mother was also there, but she had gone to a relative's house in Guigang this morning for a wedding and wouldn't be back until tonight.

  I left the People's Hospital and returned to the hostel, sleeping until evening. After waking up, I prepared myself and rode my bicycle out of the door. Although I had learned how to ride a bicycle at Old Xiao's house in Baxian, I had never mentioned it before, including learning to recognize characters. However, once I left the suburbs, I was blinded by the darkness and couldn't walk without lights. Helpless, I rode back and walked hastily towards the foot of the mountain where the tomb was located.

  It took almost an hour to get here, and the grave mounds at night made me feel very eerie. However, I didn't have a feeling of fear. Why did I come to this grave mound at night? Because I suspected that the old ghost-raising man had raised a ghost here. I wanted to see if it was what I thought, and if so, try to catch it and then exchange it with the old ghost-raising man for Zhang Shenpo, and finally find a way to avenge Tiantian.

  I found a clump of grass only over ten steps away from the grave mound, squatted down, turned off the flashlight, and suddenly it was pitch black all around, not much different from inside that cave. Since it was early spring, before Qingming Festival, the night wasn't cold or hot, so I didn't worry about snakes coming out; in fact, there were even few insects.

  I crouched in the bushes for a long time, and outside the grave mounds were as quiet as death. Unbeknownst to me, my eyelids began to droop, and I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but an old woman wearing gray clothes woke me up. When I opened my eyes, this old woman was dressed in mourning attire, with a black hat on her head. And I wasn't sleeping in the bushes at all, but rather on a small wooden bridge over a stream.

  This is terrible, I've been possessed by a ghost. Later on, will it take me to eat yellow mud and grass roots or earthworms? In the village, there was once a young man who was possessed by a ghost and ate a lot of yellow mud. After being sent to the hospital, he died.

  This old lady was very kind, inviting me to her home for dinner, saying that today was her 80th birthday. I looked around and found that this was still a messy tomb, thirty meters away was a small village. At this time, the sky was dimly lit, the sky was gray, and it was drizzling, with cold winds blowing, and the eaves were dripping with water.

  I followed the old woman to a hut, only to see that the courtyard was packed with people, almost all of whom were elderly, as well as a few young ones and two children. The sky was drizzling rain, and they sat in the courtyard, letting the rain soak them, each shoulder completely drenched. As soon as I opened the door, they all turned their heads to look at me, with dull eyes and pale faces like paper people. Especially one young man, half of whose body was gone, but without visible internal organs, only seeing that the missing part of his body was dark and murky.

  The old woman asked me what my name was. I knew that I couldn't tell her, or else the person might not wake up again. I told her that I didn't have a name.

  The old lady led me into the courtyard and sat down, saying that the dishes would be served soon, and asked me to wait. As I looked around, I saw that there were more than a dozen tables in the courtyard, with seven or eight people sitting at each table, but they didn't communicate with each other, just like statues. The common feature of these people was that they all wore gray mourning clothes, with a small black hat on their heads, except for the young man who was half-naked and two children who were also naked. After I sat down for a while, the dishes were served, and the table was filled with bowls and plates of various dishes. Those paper-like people suddenly became alive, everyone chatting and laughing, eating with relish.

  They saw me not eating and stopped their chopsticks, asking me in unison why I wasn't eating. Such good dishes and I'm not eating them. Helplessly, I picked up a bamboo shoot, at this time Tongtong's voice echoed in my mind, saying that this is a stone, don't eat it, hurry up and wake up, or else it'll be too late.

  It's been several weeks since I heard Tiantian speak, and now she probably thinks it's really dangerous, so she informed me. I was holding a bamboo shoot, looked around the door outside, although the door was locked, but there was one place where the wall was not high. So I threw away my chopsticks, cursed, got up and overturned the table, and rushed out of the door.

  Those people swarmed out to chase me, I had just climbed up the wall and was about to jump down when a young man with only half a body grabbed my pants leg and was about to pull me down. Tiantian told me to spit at him, so I spat at him fiercely, and the young man with half a body let out a miserable cry and released me. Then I jumped off the wall and ran along the path of the rice field, finally running to the edge of a cliff, looking in and seeing no bottom. Looking back again, hundreds of people had already chased out, Tiantian shouted at me to jump down quickly.

  I hesitated for a moment, gritted my teeth and closed my eyes before jumping down. The rapid free fall made me come to with a start.

  I was still in the thicket and there wasn't any village. I only heard sounds from outside, like a dog walking back and forth on dry grass.

  I turned on the flashlight and saw a dark thing, like a mouse, scurrying around in the tomb. When it saw the light, it stood up, turned around, and faced me.

  It wasn't until now that I saw clearly, it wasn't a mouse, but a small black person the size of a water cup, like an unborn baby, with blood-red eyes.

  That little black man stared at me for a few seconds, then let out a chirping sound like a cicada, as if very excited, and rushed towards me. I immediately took out the ancient bronze dagger from my bag, this small knife had emitted light in the critical moment of Zhenjiang last time, and it emitted light again as soon as it was taken out this time, this light was like red-hot iron, but it didn't burn my hand.

  The little black man was frightened as soon as he saw the ancient bronze dagger, and immediately turned around to run away in terror. I chased after him, chasing all the way to the front of that big camphor tree, only to see the little black man escape under the roots of the tree and disappear.

  I circled the camphor tree several times again, but couldn't find any trace, although I knew this tree was strange. I went to a nearby village at night and borrowed a hoe, then returned to the base of the camphor tree and started digging where the little black man had disappeared.

  You don't know if you don't dig, but after digging, I found that the soil is really hard. After digging several times, it still can't be dug in. If you use more force, you might even damage the hoe.

  This is really * , but I don't believe it, facing the ground and pulling a bubble of urine, then taking a hoe to dig, but still can't move. This couldn't help me frown, and Tongtong thought of a way for me, telling me to take an ancient bronze knife to draw a circle, and then dig out the place inside the circle.

  I immediately drew a circle of about one square meter with an ancient bronze knife, raised the hoe and dug it in. As expected, the hoe dug in. Less than forty centimeters deep, a small wooden box was dug out. When opened, there was a black infant corpse the size of a palm inside.