Northeastern Wild Fairy Tales Record

  What a face, and it's still my mother, it's simply a ghostly face.

  Just now, the appearance of my mother I saw was exactly like this Qingfeng ghost's transformation. Based on what I thought in my heart, it would transform into a look of my mother, and still a very anxious look.

  Bring out all the thoughts in my heart at this moment, relax my mind through conversation with me, and make me look back consciously or unconsciously. And just as I looked back, I was on high alert, and there was no going back.

  Fell into an illusion once again, and Qingfeng Gui also revealed his true form.

  A man's face, can't see the appearance anymore, one eye is already gone, the other eye has fallen down, but because of the nerves and some skin still connected inside, it hasn't completely fallen off, just dangling there.

  His chin had no flesh on it, and you couldn't tell how long he'd been dead. But at least it wasn't recent, because some white maggots with blood on them were crawling around inside his heavy, bloated body. Some of them had already crawled out and fallen onto the ground between us. I felt that if he was any closer to me, the maggots could have crawled out and dropped onto my floor.

  Dry and withered, the skeleton seemed to be smiling at me, but no matter how I looked at it, I wanted to cry. I'm not someone who hasn't seen dead people before, Cui Xiaobo's wife died right in front of me, but seeing this kind of corpse still deeply frightened me, fear filling my heart.

  At the same time, there was a kind of nausea that bile could be vomited out. Looking at this clear and transparent ghost, my heart was filled with fear and nausea for a while.

  "Ah..."

  A deep cry that I couldn't hold back echoed through the dark sky, breaking the silence of this moment. The Clear Wind Ghost didn't come closer, but remained there, chattering its lipless mouth, making a "ka-da ka-da" sound that entered my ears.

  At the same time, there were also words that seemed like what Qing Feng Gui would say, but it was unclear whether or not he was actually speaking.

  "Son, come here, to mom's place, mom is looking for you."

  "Ah...... get out of here, what are you, get out of here, ah......" I looked at the Qingfeng ghost standing next to the bicycle that had fallen to the ground in front of me.

  I hid on the other side watching his every move, not letting him get close to me. But this isn't about my consciousness being transferred, it's not that I wouldn't let him come over and he just wouldn't come over.

  I saw him approaching me slowly with his one-legged, limping body, while his head without eyes seemed to be able to see me, turning and turning towards me, wherever I went he turned towards.

  After persisting for a while, I reckon I might really not be able to hold on anymore. It's late at night and there's no one else here, only me and this ghostly object confronting each other.

  It's just that people who usually claim to be brave come here and, when faced with this ghostly object, won't say they're brave anymore, but will only run away, fleeing far, far away.

  But now I just want to escape, there is no way, can only be stuck here with him, will my life really be lost here today?

  Shuang Yanqiu hasn't even slept with me in the bridal chamber, and I'm still a virgin. How could I die here? But what's happening before my eyes is making me wonder what else I can do. For now, my family probably can't find this place either. Even if they did, ordinary people like them wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

  Unless it's my second uncle who comes here, but is this possible?

  My heart is filled with fear, without hope, watching the ghostly figure step by step approaching me. I can only maintain the status quo for now, hoping that my second uncle will come and take care of me soon. It's all I can do to wait for my second uncle to arrive, as long as I can get through this difficult time, I'll never venture out at night again.

  As the ghost approached, his speed was also getting faster and faster, no longer as slow as before, but clearly becoming more agile, with a tendency to sprint, at that time it would be my demise at his hands.

  Like this, the two of us in this limited space, he chased me, and I ran, stalemate, but sooner or later it would become a dead end as my physical strength declined. Until now, I haven't eaten yet, and being frightened and scared, with the cold night, I was already a bit unable to hold on.

  However, in order to survive, one can only endure hunger and continue to persevere, stopping means eternal sleep, never waking up again. As long as there is movement, not stopping, then there is still a glimmer of hope.

  Another half minute passed, and the distance between me and the ghost was originally about 15 meters apart. At this time, due to my physical strength decreasing, it had already narrowed to about 10 meters.

  My chest feels like it's on fire with a scorching heat, the scalding air comes out with my gasps, forming mist that disperses in the air.

  But with prolonged and continuous exercise, the mouth has become extremely dry, not even a single drop of saliva is left, only hot air is emitted from the mouth.

  Licked a dry mouth, looking at that ghostly thing, I had long been no longer feeling any disgust, but instead made a big breakthrough for the sake of living.

  Seeing through the essence is like a dead man coming back to life, temporarily without any special abilities. If there were great abilities, using magic on oneself would probably result in being captured without a fight.

  At least for now, it doesn't seem like this ghost has any magical powers, it's just relying on its corpse that doesn't feel pain, fatigue or hunger to chase after itself.

  But relying on his body that seemed to be a perpetual motion machine, dealing with my body as a teenager was still extremely simple, and the cost was nothing more than spending some more time.

  Fear, worry, hunger, coldness, for a moment these negative emotions are like the tide that is about to engulf me. The strength of my whole body has become weaker and weaker, my legs feel as heavy as lead, every step I take requires a few deep breaths before I can continue walking again.

  The backpack was behind me, and at this time I also hurriedly took down the backpack and threw it forward against the ghost. The necklace that Sheng Yanqiu gave me at the beginning was taken down by me, tightly clenched in my hand, hoping that the God of the Cross could bless me to be safe and sound.

  The ghost saw me throw my backpack at him, and his body dodged to the side as he came running towards me with a familiar little trot. After throwing the backpack, I didn't look back and was about to run down the slope.

  If I continue to drag on here with him, I will soon be caught, my physical strength has been consumed too much, only by going downhill can I preserve my physical strength and delay more time.

  My school bag fell to the ground and scattered all over, with all my textbooks and pencil cases coming out. At that moment, I didn't notice that among them was a book called "Teng Long Jue" which my grandmother had given me when I was in third grade of primary school. Although I never read it, my grandmother wouldn't let me take it out of the bag and told me to always carry it with me.

  At that moment, I threw my school bag away in a hurry, and the Teng Long Jue was scattered all over the ground along with other textbooks. The night breeze blew gently, opening the book cover, and the first page of the book slowly appeared, revealing a faint, moonlit-like glow on its surface.

  As the light appeared, the surroundings also began to change. The originally dark environment with a hint of dim light suddenly became brighter along with the light on that page.

  The ghostly creature was extremely sensitive, and just as the book page emitted a glow and underwent a transformation, it suddenly stopped chasing me and slowly turned around to approach the book page.

  Just as he was about to turn the page less than three steps away, he stopped in his tracks and stared at the changing page in front of him, motionless.

  And I ran for a while, and then I found the change behind me. The ghost stopped chasing me and turned back to my backpack because it was blocked by its body, so I didn't know what changes happened in front of me, but afterwards there were flashes of light again.

  Also stopped in his tracks, taking advantage of this time to rest. I don't know what caused this change, but I do know that the ghost is no longer chasing me and is instead staring at something inside my backpack.

  My mind was also pondering what it was that could attract him to turn back and stop pursuing me, but no matter how long I thought about it, I couldn't think of anything.

  I'd rather not think about it anymore, so I hurriedly rested and took a few deep breaths to ease the fatigue from just now.

  Just as we were thinking of holding on no longer, a voice came from behind me.

  "Little rabbit, Grandpa is calling you! Didn't you hear me? Why are you running so fast?" A very familiar voice sounded behind me.

  I suddenly turned around, and it was indeed my grandfather. But having learned from past experiences, I quickly stood up and shouted at the approaching grandfather: "Monster from where, quickly show your true form!"

  A loud shout, shouted at the approaching grandfather.

  But my loud shout clearly startled Grandpa, who stood there like a confused monk, looking at me with a bewildered expression for several seconds before rushing towards me with his eyes wide and nose flaring, shouting loudly: "You little rabbit, you haven't seen me in years and you don't even recognize your own grandfather? What kind of demon are you?"

  Seeing the approaching grandfather didn't seem fake, the originally tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and he trembled with his voice: "Grandfather, are you really my grandfather?"

  "Nonsense, this can't be fake. Just now I was shouting at you to slow down, and it seems like you're having a disaster, so I came back on purpose to save you. You're fine, ignoring my voice, just running wildly, now are you done yet?!" Grandpa arrived by my side and slapped the back of my head.

  But I didn't care about hitting or not hitting me, I rushed into Grandpa's arms and wailed loudly, the sound was mournful and desolate.