Chapter 1: The Mysterious and Frightening Reed Marsh Ghost

  He leaned against the window and listened carefully, and indeed a man and woman were making the wooden bed creak with a "creak! Creak!" sound that was unbearable to hear.

  At once, she was convinced that her wife had betrayed her husband, and with a burst of anger from both sides, the blood in her body surged up, gathered in her dantian, and shot straight up to the top of her head, which suddenly exploded like a balloon with a loud "bang".

  At this moment, his eyes were red, like a wild bull that had broken free from its reins, spewing out a powerful flame of anger. With a swift movement, he drew his large knife from behind him and in the blink of an eye, he took a swift step into the house...

  "Thud! Thud!" Two blood-soaked human heads rolled down from above.

  Want to know the story details? Have to start from scratch; The story took place during the period of the First Domestic Revolutionary War, which was a low-lying and sparsely populated area with tens of miles without a village, a decade-long flood-prone water network lake area, where hidden dangers lurked in the accumulated water pits and vast reed marshes.

  This is an autumn night with a hazy moonlight, he walks while looking around; the night is so enchanting! The sky twinkles with stars, in clusters and groups... scattering light onto the world, onto the fields, and onto the winding paths. At this time, the reed marshes by the road... have become an entertainment venue for insect activities, the dark night is their stage. Dance and sing to your heart's content!

  He listened to the singing of those singers like an audience, walking on one side was a reed marsh, and on the other side was a desolate sheep intestine path in the wilderness.

  "Wow......" Suddenly, a strange cry came from the reeds, and the sound sent chills down one's spine.

  He immediately tensed up his nerves, afraid and terrified, staring blankly ahead.

  For a moment, he didn't know what to do, his legs went soft and his heart was racing. Due to excessive tension, his neck stiffened, his eyes widened, and he could only stare at the tip of his own nose.

  He had wanted to turn back, but the road home was already halfway walked, and going forward or backward was equally far.

  Besides, how to explain to relatives and friends when returning? "Say that I'm afraid and don't dare go home." Then they won't laugh their teeth off, a young and strong guy is so useless. Originally others already look down on me, born timid like a mouse, speaking like a big girl, so greedy for life and afraid of death, it will make people even more look down on me later.

  "No way," must insist on fighting spirit, can only move forward, absolutely cannot retreat.

  He plucked up his courage and quickened his pace, hurrying to leave this godforsaken place that was far from village or market.

  He ran quickly under the dim moonlight, trying to alleviate his fear and anxiety by looking less at the reeds on the other side. Because the night wind blew through the reed leaves with a rustling sound, like a wolf pouncing on a sheep, shocking the wilderness. It was as if mixed with the sound of heavy rain, even more mournful and intimidating. The terrible wind sounds were everywhere, as if every pore was trembling in the sharp whistling of the wind, and every nerve was exploding in the angry roar of the wind. It was violent and furious, destroying everything...

  He didn't dare to look at the rustling reeds, which seemed like a dark and eerie mouth of a devil... The more he looked, the more frightened he became, the more he thought about it, the more terrified his heart was. Afraid that some terrible monster would jump out, his eyes could only turn to gaze at the open space on the other side.

  He tilted his neck and twisted his head, with his face turned to the left and his eyes gazing up at the stars in the sky. To boost his courage, he hummed a little tune, "La da... la da... la da la..." Quickening his pace, he ran off with small steps...

  But little did I know, the open space was not quiet either.

  Suddenly, a piece of land appeared before my eyes, with those small hill-like tombs, each with a tombstone in front, like headless demons, making the low and flat plain look even more gloomy and frightening.

  There was a newly buried grave over there, with a yin-yang willow branch inserted beside it, and strings of connected paper money circles hanging from it, swaying back and forth in the wind, making a "whooshing" sound. The voice sent shivers down one's spine. It seemed as if a demon had emerged from the new grave and was shaking the willow branch. Could it be that this person died unjustly, and he was venting his anger on the willow branch? Faintly, one could hear a faint cry, a sobbing sound that came and went, making one's hair stand on end...

  At this moment, his head was dizzy, three thousand strands of hair stood upright, his forehead was covered in sweat, his eyes were flashing with golden light, and his ears were ringing loudly. His heart was racing, "Ah" he cried out, being tightly entwined by this nameless fear, the naturally timid and fearful him had already lost his soul.

  He plucked up his courage and tried to run away from this haunted place as fast as he could, but his legs turned to jelly and his whole body was trembling with fear, so he couldn't move at all.

  Since he couldn't run away, and couldn't hide either, he had no choice but to lower his head and stop looking at the tomb. The more anxious and afraid he became, the less he wanted to look at the tomb, yet the more involuntarily he glanced over at it.

  Suddenly, a faint and flickering flame emerged from the tomb, as if burning and illuminating at the same time. The ghostly fire twinkled and moved... A group of disheveled devils, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, pounced over...

  "The devil is coming!"

  He let out a cry of surprise, and suddenly felt his eyes turn dark, his head spinning, and he fell to the ground.

  At this time, a gentle breeze blew in, mixed with a hint of coolness, blowing his hair, blowing the reeds by his side, shaking and sweeping back and forth on his face. He was finally swept away by the reeds and woke up from his daze.

  He forcibly propped himself up, feeling a wet sensation in his crotch. It turned out that when he fell down, he had stimulated the nerves of his urinary tract and was so scared that he urinated. With a "gushing" sound, it was like opening a floodgate, and the urine poured straight into his pants.

  "Alas,"

  He sighed and got up, "A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water" anyway, it's all going to die, running can't escape, hiding can't hide, let the devil do whatever he wants.

  He closed his eyes, covered his ears with both hands and stopped looking around blindly as he walked. However, the road was rugged and bumpy, making it difficult to walk. He had no choice but to squint, occasionally lifting his head to look at the road ahead.

  "Help!... Someone come quick! Help!..."

  A cry for help from a woman came from afar. How could there be a woman's cry in this desolate wilderness?

  Isn't she a female ghost?

  That grave must have many lonely ghosts and wild devils, both male and female. They died unjustly and are looking for substitutes, intentionally using shouts for help to deceive people...

  He trembled and slowly opened his hands covering his ears, trying to determine whether it was a ghost or a human.

  The old man said that ghosts cry like a copper pot "wa wa" and won't turn corners.

  It was a human voice, definitely not a ghost's, and it was a woman's cry for help.

  This sound actually gave him more courage.

  He took advantage of the hazy moonlight, opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction of the shouting. Indeed, a black shadow was running, with what seemed to be a woman in front, her disheveled hair being proof. The one closely following behind must have been a man, as evidenced by his hat and long gown.

  What are they doing?

  Why hurry?

  At this time, the black shadow behind caught up with the front black shadow. The front black shadow fell down, and the back black shadow pressed down on the front black shadow...

  "Somebody stole,"

  The girl's cry for help added infinite power and courage to him, "What is a ghost afraid of?"

  He shouted out loud to embolden himself, quickened his pace and moved forward along the dark reeds.

  At this time, the cries for help grew louder and more urgent...

  At this time, the two were fighting and wrestling. The woman in front was desperately trying to break free, as if she had managed to escape, she got up and ran a few steps forward, but the man refused to let her go and pressed her down again.

  That action seems like rape.

  The situation is extremely urgent and the rescue of the woman cannot be delayed for a moment.

  "How can you just watch him die?" He suddenly gained a burst of courage, picked up a clod of earth from the ground and threw it at the black figure. The clod hit the black figure's head right on target.

  With just a loud "ah", the black shadowy figure quickly stood up. He couldn't make out the situation and might have been guilty, so he hastily escaped.

  He immediately followed with a swift step, rushing up with lightning speed, and shouted loudly, "Where to escape!"

  The thief has vanished into the night...

  He turned around and looked back, a young and beautiful woman, with the help of the hazy moonlight, saw that enticingly white and full figure. At this moment, it was even more enticing.

  He was a young man with a straightforward personality, who also had physiological needs for the opposite sex. He took a look around and found it quiet all around, what a great opportunity...

  However, he didn't think of taking advantage of the situation, possibly out of fear or still being in shock, and instead felt sympathetic, unable to take advantage of someone's misfortune. He closed his eyes and shouted, "Quickly, quickly put on your clothes."

  The woman couldn't help but feel ashamed, so she immediately knelt down and kowtowed, crying and speaking at the same time: "Thank you, big brother, for saving my life."

  "Thanks for nothing,"

  He felt a sense of gratitude and had an indescribable sweetness in his heart. Thanks to his fear, he forced himself to go home by walking at night and unexpectedly saved a woman. He then asked: "What happened?"

  She sobbed as she recounted: "I was visiting my grandmother's house, and on the way back, a ruffian followed me. I felt something was off, so I quickened my pace, but he didn't give up. He chased me all the way to the outskirts of town. As night began to fall, he had evil intentions and assaulted me. My pants were already torn open. Luckily, big brother arrived just in time and hit him from behind with a bundle of straw, shouting loudly. The ruffian panicked, thinking someone was coming to help me, and didn't dare continue fighting. He was exhausted anyway, and thought that if he kept going, he'd be asking for death.

  Furthermore, the young woman struggled with all her might to resist and fight back, although she was no match for the man. The villain would not have succeeded if he had not been caught off guard when she suddenly bit down hard on his wrist. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the older brother struck him with a brick, causing the villain to release his grip and flee in disarray.

  "What a close call!" He heard the woman's words and looked up;

  The woman's clothes were torn, the shirt on her upper body was ripped open by the villain, and the waistband of her pants was also broken. Although she tried to tidy up again, it was still difficult to cover her shame. At this time, she had no choice but to hold up her pants with one hand and cover her plump breasts with the other, kneeling down to kowtow again in gratitude.

  At this time, he was calm and composed, and when he saw her icy and pure body, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. A young man, seeing a woman's body for the first time! That snow-white and plump skin, neither fat nor thin figure, especially those two soft and elastic little mounds, standing upright and protruding, made him want to look more and more, immediately stirring up the flames of desire in his chest.

  She lowered her head in embarrassment, with a girlish shyness.

  He was in the prime of his youth, with a strong physiological desire for the opposite sex. He looked around cautiously; the night wind came in waves, and the reeds rustled loudly as it blew. The wind weakened, like silk threads, moistening the cheeks of the young man and woman, clinging to the girl's hair, facing the gusts of wind, letting them naturally hum out a monk's murmur.

  What a great opportunity! No need to lift a finger, everything is ready-made. The belt doesn't need anyone to untie it, nor does it need to be pulled, just a light kick will do, and if you pounce at this moment...

  Wish to know what happens afterwards

  See next chapter