Wang Chen had a personality that liked chatting. After wandering around the village for a while, he felt that it was meaningless, so he took the initiative to get into a circle with the most crowded people and listened.

At this time, an old man with a tooth was bragging to everyone, so he heard him say it.

"That year, I and Lame Li, Hei Niu, and I fled to the famine together. I passed by a cemetery. The three of us had not dripped rice in two or three days, and our stomachs were burning. If we didn't eat anything, we would starve to death. But it was dark at that time and there were no villages around us. The three of us were wandering around the cemetery. It happened to be around the Qingming Festival, so we wanted to see if there were any tributes to eat.

As a result, my luck was really good. I found a few steamed buns and two apples next to a new grave. The three of us picked it up and started making it.

But as I was eating, I suddenly heard a hoarse voice coming from behind. The sound was like a ghost, and I asked us leisurely, "You have eaten all my things, what should I eat?"

When Wang Chen heard this was a ghost story, he became interested and quickly approached the old man Huoya, and the others also calmed down.

Just listen to the old man who was shabby and continued.

"At that time... it was already dark. When we heard this in the cemetery, all three of us were frightened. We were still biting steamed buns in our mouths, but we didn't dare to look back. The three of us stood for five minutes, and then I felt someone patted on my shoulder. The ghost behind me said again, "Why don't you talk? Why are you doing with your back? Turn around'..."

An older man in the village said with a serious expression.

"Oh, you must not look back. This is a little ghost who is attracted to the soul. As long as you turn around, the soul will be hooked away."

The old man nodded.

"Yes, we all know this, so I was patted by this little devil on the shoulder and jumped up immediately. Then I was so scared that I didn't dare to turn around. I screamed like crazy and ran away. Li and Hei Niu, the lame man next to me, saw me running away, and ran away.

What do you think in the end?”

When everyone heard the key point, they asked him what was wrong, but when they saw the old man Huoya laughing and not talking, they even kept him in a silence.

Wang Chen was so excited that he quickly took out Chinese cigarettes from his pocket and sent him one.

"Oh, China? This big boss looks at him?"

The old man Huoya took the cigarette and greeted Wang Chen with a smile. Wang Chen only said that he was a relative of Sun Dafu's family, and everyone else said.

"Brother, you just said you met a ghost, what happened in the end?"

After half a sentence, Wang Chen wanted to hear what the ending was like, so he asked a few more questions. The old man Huoya didn't lit a cigarette, but instead smelled it, clamped it behind his ear, lit a dry tobacco pot and took a sip, laughed, and then continued.

"At that time, it was dark and I couldn't see my five fingers. I didn't know where to run. I thought I couldn't turn around and turned around anyway, so I ignored it. When I was so tired that I couldn't run anymore, I sat on the ground and rested with breath.

But after just five minutes of rest, I heard a person shouting for help in the quiet darkness! You didn’t hear it. This sound seemed to be coming from hell, and it was so miserable..."

"Can't it be that the cripple Li and Hei Niu were caught by the ghost?"

Wang Chen swallowed his saliva and asked quickly. The old man Huoya smiled and said again.

"I was so scared that I didn't dare to go there, but I couldn't stand it and refused to help me, so I found the nearby village in the dark and asked the villagers to light a torch to find someone. Guess..."

"Just guess, you should tell me quickly, it's scary to tell ghost stories at night."

Wang Chen was angry and felt goosebumps all over his elbows. He quickly cursed. The old man Huoya was not angry and said with a smile.

"When I looked for the villagers and I, I realized that it was not a ghost at all. It was the cripple Li who fell to the bottom of the Wukang (Tu Cliff) when he ran away. As a result, his leg broke. He cried and shouted for help in pain."

A young man in the village grew up and said.

"Oh... My Uncle Li's legs are so lame? Hey, no, I heard from Uncle Li... His legs were numbed by artillery shells when he followed the troops to fight on the front line..."

"Hey, listen to him bragging..."

"Uncle Huoya, what about Uncle Hei Niu in the end? Has this ghost been caught?"

Another person asked, and the old man with a grinned teeth and smiled.

"This black cow is better than me. I realized the next day that this guy has been running for more than ten miles. Finally, I heard that the ghost was afraid of chickens, so he hid in the chicken pen of a family. In the end, he was found by the owner who came out to get rid of his hands in the middle of the night. He thought he was a chicken thief and almost beat the shit out."

Everyone laughed together.

"This ghost is actually not a ghost. We caught him in the cemetery later. It turned out that the other party was also a fleeing famine..."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Wang Chen also laughed dryly.

The old man Huoya sighed, put away his smile, and slowly spoke again.

"Oh, although it's not a ghost, it's even worse than a ghost. You haven't experienced that year and month, and people have become ghosts..."

After laughing, seeing that it was already dark, people got up and patted their butts and went home one after another. Wang Chen also walked into Sun Dafu's home along the village road.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that the inside of the house was darker than outside, and there were many debris in the middle of the doorway. He walked through the doorway and saw the dim lights in the room on the left.

Looking in through the broken door curtain, I couldn't help but frown.

"I said... Brother Dafu, is there a power outage at home?"

Sun Dafu was smoking a cigarette in the room. When he saw him standing outside the door, he quickly got up and laughed dryly and explained.

"Hey, how can a power outage be possible? We will never have a power outage in our lifetime."

"Then why... why are you still lighting the kerosene lamp?"

"Haha, I mean, we will never have power outages in our lives because there is no power at all!"

"Ah? You, you...you, don't you have powered on yet, right? How is this possible?"

Wang Chen's eyes were glaring out, and he didn't believe that there were still families in this society that were powered on? Sun Dafu bared his big yellow teeth and spit out his eyes and pulled his mouth and said with a smile.

"Haha, the electricity must be connected. You have to pay for electricity. How cheap the oil lamp is."

"I...well, I'll pay the electricity bill, please turn on the lights quickly."

Wang Chen was about to pay the money, but Sun Dafu grinned again.

"Haha, Mr. Wang, I'm going to tell you, it's useless to pay the electricity bill. The wires pulled by the outside countries were cleaned up by these basketball players, and they were sold for money, and even the telephone poles were stolen."

"I……"

Wang Chen vomited blood...

He was so depressed that he no longer wanted to speak, so he pointed to the room on the right and asked.

"My house is ready?"
Chapter completed!