The coffin opened very slowly, accompanied by the rustling sound of the wood rubbing against each other. So I immediately stopped, my heart pounding. Soon the coffin lid opened a small gap, big enough for a living person to get in and out. Then a woman slowly emerged from inside, none other than the female ghost from before!
The difference from before was that although there were still scars on the female ghost's face, there were no blood stains. When it sat up, its eyes looked directly at me, as if it knew where I was early in the morning. His expression was dull, with a hint of sadness. In tradition, it is absolutely taboo to be buried in red clothes. If the person buried in this way becomes a ghost, he will definitely be an innocent soul. The purpose of such an innocent soul's existence is only for revenge. The look of the female ghost was already telling me that it must have died a very tragic death during its lifetime, and now it was looking at me so blankly that for a moment, I didn’t know what to do.
It seemed to me that it had no intention of harming me, and the scene at that time looked quite strange. A young man held a flashlight and shined it on a woman in red who sat up from the coffin. They looked at each other without saying a word. It seemed that this was not the behavior of a gentleman. Just when I was in a stalemate with it, it suddenly opened its mouth, revealing its half-broken tongue, then pointed at its mouth with both hands, and started babbling, as if it wanted to speak.
The experience of the young man has told me that this female ghost has the ability to turn her thoughts into voices in the other person’s head, but I don’t want it to do the same to me, because if I hear it, it means My mind has actually been affected by it. So I mustered up the courage, lowered my left hand that had pinched Zi Weibao, and took another step towards the coffin.
I moved my head slightly closer to it and found that her tone was emphatic and she really wanted to say something to me, so I asked it, do you have something to say to me? Then I pointed to my mouth, then to it, and then to my own ears. It nodded slightly and looked at me with its eyes, but now it looked like it wanted to cry, as if no one had listened to it for a long time and it desperately wanted to talk. Originally, the only way I could communicate with ghosts was to ask for rice, but in the barren mountains and ridges, I couldn't find a source of water, so I could only use this simple method of communication.
So I squatted down, put my height parallel to it, and then gestured to it and asked, what do you want to say? The female ghost stretched out her hand and made a grasping gesture as if she were holding some tool. Then she waved her hand quickly, as if she was poking something else with her hand, and then pointed at her mouth. I roughly understood what it meant, and it should be similar to what I initially guessed. It had its mouth stabbed with a sharp object and its tongue cut off, and it was crying to me at the moment. I made a gesture like scissors with my hand, then pointed at the scissors with my other hand and asked if it hurt you with the scissors. It cried, then nodded slightly.
I asked again, where is the person who hurt you? It pointed ahead, in the direction the funeral procession had left. I made another gesture of holding the portrait in my hands and asked, is it the person who took the lead and held the portrait? It nodded, and then began to cry. Because it had no jaw and tongue, its cry sounded pitiful, but it also felt particularly eerie.
It is said that women are most vulnerable when they cry. I think ghosts should be like this too. Now that it had no intention of harming me, I became a little bolder. I took out the small wooden figure of the support tree from my bag, pointed at it, then pointed at the small wooden figure, and then made a gesture with two fingers. Walking posture. I am asking her, are you willing to follow me and I will save you? It hesitated, looking at me still crying, but did not answer my question. So I increased my tone and asked again. This time, it started to shake its head, and then the shaking speed became faster and faster, so fast that I only saw a fast head bobbing. I knew that this was its own contradiction. , such an intense state showed that what little sanity it had left was probably being consumed quickly at this moment, so I became alert again, stood up and took two steps back. Suddenly, it stopped shaking its head, and it faced me, facing me. I made a very ferocious expression, my eyebrows and the bridge of my nose were all kneaded together. Blood began to appear in my mouth, on my tongue, and in the wounds on my face. In an instant, the entire lower half of my face was covered with blood again. It became bloody and bloody.
I knew in my heart that this was a sign that it was angry again. If I didn't run away, I might become another soul of its resentment! So I quickly jumped back a few steps, a little further away from it. In the meantime, it was still sitting in the coffin, grabbing its hair frantically with both hands, as if it was on the verge of collapse. Then slowly, it became gentle again, and finally, it pointed forward, and then slowly became translucent with the coffin in hand, then shimmered in ripples, and disappeared.
I stayed where I was, in shock. Without a doubt, this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever encountered in all my years of working in this industry. A vengeful female ghost in red actually communicated with me, a person who had nothing to do with it, in a short period of time, and I was still unscathed. This has to be said to be an adventure. At this moment, the female ghost just said... The meaning I expressed almost confirmed my guess that among the group of mourners, there were those who harmed it.
But a new problem arises now. After what happened just now, I have basically determined in my heart what happened in this place, and the group of mourners are all ghosts, and it is very possible that they were killed by this person. The female ghost was killed by a group of people. Since the person who killed it is already dead, why is its obsession still so deep?
After thinking about it for a moment, I still felt that I should go to the hillside first. When the female ghost first encountered the young man, it was on that hillside. The way of thinking of ghosts is very different from that of us living people. They will More simple and direct, unlike people who think of ways. Since it appears on the hillside, there must be a reason for its appearance.
So I started walking towards the hillside. When I arrived, I climbed up with great difficulty and followed the place pointed out to me by the young man during the day. There were weeds everywhere, and there wasn't even a path to get off. Several times, some toads jumped out from under my footsteps. I walked and searched all the way. After searching for a long time, the sky began to turn white. In another half an hour, it would be bright. Finally, I found a small moss-covered stone on the mountain wall overgrown with weeds. That's a tomb.
This tomb is made of strips of stone. Although there are some cracks at the joints, it can be seen that when the tomb was repaired, craftsmen were specially invited. After finding the location of the tombstone, I got out of the car with a handful of weeds and wiped the moss on the tombstone. I found several large characters written in carved handwriting on the tombstone: "The tomb of Su Pinggui, the 28th year of the Republic of China."
Counting the days, it was the 28th year of the Republic of China, which was 1940. It was already 28 years ago. This grave has been here longer than I am. So if the "Su Pinggui" in this tomb is the person holding the portrait in the funeral procession, it means that his death was caused by the revenge of this female ghost. The revenge of the wronged ghost usually occurs within forty-nine days after death. If the guess is correct, it means that the death time of this female ghost was probably in the 28th year of the Republic of China. The reason why the female ghost wants to kill him shows that this person must have done something to hurt the female ghost in his life, so it is very likely that this Su Pinggui is the one who hurt the female ghost with scissors and eventually caused the death of the female ghost.
The tombs were specially built by people. At that time, most of them were poor. This means that Su Pinggui's family should be relatively wealthy. The simple words on the tombstone showed that the person who built the tomb did not have a deep friendship with Su Pinggui. From this, I judged that maybe after Su Pinggui died, he was a person whom he was not very familiar with, but had some connections with. The tomb was built for him. Why don't people who are relatively close to him, such as relatives, do this? Unless his relatives are also dead.
When I thought of this, I took out three sticks of incense, pierced a talisman, and stuck the incense on the soil in front of the tombstone. This talisman has a suppressive effect, at least it can prevent Su Pinggui's ghost from causing trouble for the time being. At this moment, I have gradually come to a conclusion in my mind. Although I think I can convince myself with various arguments, I still lack conclusive evidence. After doing all this, I quickly walked down the mountain and ran towards the young men's dormitory.
It was already dawn, and farmers slowly started to work in the fields on the road. I jogged all the way back to the dormitory. I was covered in sweat so early in the morning. Most of the male and female educated youths in the dormitory have now woken up and are ready to start a new day of work. I found the young man and said to him, I'm afraid you still can't go to work today. I need your help.
The young man was brushing his teeth. When he heard what I said, he put down the water glass in his hand, wiped his mouth and asked me, how can I help you? I originally asked you to help me. I said that I am not from this village. I need you to introduce me to a few old people, preferably very old people who have never left the village. I have something to ask him. I have already told him about the haunting here. It's basically clear, but there is one difference. The funeral procession you and your roommate encountered earlier were also ghosts, not living people.
When I said this, the young man was frightened. He asked me in a low voice, why are so many ghosts walking in a line and not hurting us?
I said that this is a special phenomenon, commonly known as "shadow soldiers borrowing money."
