With the accumulation over the past few years, my soldiers and horses have gradually turned from scattered ghost fragments at the beginning into complete ghosts. In the past, maybe a whole team of soldiers and horses together were not as powerful as the soldiers and horses I collected several times before. For more than two years, everything seems to have been doomed in advance. I have encountered some violent and resentful ghosts one after another. After being subdued and brought under my command, although my anger has subsided a lot, my ability has always remained fixed. of.
Although my soldiers and horses are still far behind those of my master, dealing with some small minions and ghosts is no longer a problem.
I found out the details of my opponent right from the beginning, which is quite boring for me. But if it is true, as I initially guessed, that the ghosts here are at least simply looking for scapegoats, then unless their deaths are suicides and lying on the tracks, they are sudden deaths. This kind of death is an accident and does not mean much. Resentment, at least because I haven't been able to react yet and missed the time to correctly understand that I am dead. Ghosts with low grievances are generally not difficult to deal with, as long as the other party knows how to give in. But if you die by suicide, it is impossible not to have resentment. Firstly, it is difficult for people who commit suicide to leave on their own. Secondly, the kind of ghost that gathers resentment and aims to kill others is not what I am at this moment. This size of power was perceived by Hyouma Xiang.
So I could only wait, waiting for those ghosts to appear again. The wait was until about three o'clock in the night. I didn't get a good rest on the boat the first night, so after staying up all night, I felt really unbearable. But just when I was about to take a nap next to me, the signal light next to me suddenly rang continuously. The light also changed from red to green.
Although I don't understand the rules of signal lights on the railway, I think it means that the train is about to enter the station. So I cheered up and looked in the direction where the train was coming. Because of the curve and the darkness, I didn’t see anything. So I imitated the scenes from revolutionary movies, put my ears against the track surface of the railway track, and heard a relatively obvious but very distant rumbling sound. I got up and planned to stay a little further away, because I didn't know which track the train would be diverted to by the switch, but when I raised my head, I saw from the woods on the opposite side, A figure stepped out.
Said to be one person, but actually two. Just like what my aunt told me at first, this is a young man carrying an old man on his back. In my opinion, that movement was not carrying at all, because the young man's hands were hanging on his sides and he did not turn around to support the old man on his back. However, the movements of the old man on his back were even weirder. He was basically wrapping his arms around the young man's neck, and his feet were also around the young man's waist. His whole body was hanging on the young man's back, just like the young man was carrying a basket on his back. Similar.
The strangest thing was the old man's eyes. From the moment they appeared, he had been on the young man's left shoulder, tilting half of his head and staring at me with his eyes.
The night was hazy, and I couldn't tell whether the two people's faces were as green as my aunt said, but I knew that these two were ghosts. It wasn't until I saw the old man's posture that I realized that these two ghosts should actually exist alone. In other words, the old man died first, and he found a substitute, a young man who was carrying him. The young man also needs to find a substitute after his death, but he has no idea that he is carrying an old ghost on his back who killed him but failed to escape, and then continued to haunt him after his death.
In this way, this originally simple ghost thing suddenly made me feel interesting. But even though I find it interesting, I still have a natural fear when facing ghosts. When the young man walked out of the woods, his posture and speed were quite normal. He even looked towards the other end of the railway track, just like a person who was about to cross the road, first observing the traffic conditions on the road. . However, from the moment he stepped onto the railway track, his movements gradually slowed down and his back slowly bent.
The scene in front of me is basically what happened when this young man was hit and killed. Before he was killed, the young man was crossing the railroad tracks just like he is now, but he didn't know that he had been stared at by another ghost at this time. This ghost had been hanging on his back. When he thought he had crossed the railroad tracks and When it was not a difficult matter, the ghost hanging on my back suddenly became heavier and heavier. It should be said that it used the power of its own ghost to create a feeling of weight on the young man, making the young man feel that his steps were heavy and his body could not help but bend down.
At this time, I saw that the young man had walked to the center of the railway track, and at the other end of the railway track, the train was very close. The dazzling lights were so bright that I could hardly open my eyes. Then I looked back at the young man on the railway track. When he was in person, he had already put his hands on his knees, his legs were still slightly bent, and he felt as if he was carrying too much weight. The sad old man, as before, expressionlessly looked over the young man's shoulders. He showed half his face, and then stared at me.
I thought in my mind that Uncle Meng should have rushed to save people at about the same time as now. Because according to my judgment, if I rush to the young people at this moment and pull the two of them off the track, there will still be a gap in time before the train arrives, which is more than enough to save people. But of course I won't do that. Among the two ghosts in front of me, one has already killed someone else but failed to leave again due to unknown reasons, so it can only follow the ghost of the person it killed; the other is the ghost of the person it killed. One is also a harmful ghost, the only difference is that he has not succeeded in killing others.
Such a deformed combination makes me realize how inferior the scapegoat is. The ghost of the young man was supposed to be the victim, but now he also had harmful intentions, so he should be punished. So I took two steps back while the car was still some distance away, called out my soldiers and horses, and asked the soldiers and horses to catch the two dead souls on the rails, but not to leave, lest they be hit by the train again.
Maybe when you hear this, you will ask, these two are already ghosts, what's the point of bumping into them again? In fact, it is like this. We often say that once bitten by a snake, we will be afraid of well ropes for ten years. It is used to describe that once a person suffers a loss, he will force himself to remember it in the future. In fact, this sentence is also true for ghosts. What ghosts fear most is recalling the moment they died, even if they are already dead. Because once you recall it, it's like an event that has been forgotten for a long time suddenly appears in your memory. It's just a good thing. If it's a bad thing, it will frighten the ghost as much as the event itself.
This is like a person who is terminally ill. Some people may not be willing to accept the fact. With the enlightenment and self-paralysis of their family members, they gradually take the matter lightly. But just when they are getting used to this state, someone suddenly reminds them. The fact that he was not far away from death meant that his degree of inner collapse and fright was comparable to death itself.
What I asked the soldiers and horses to do at this moment is to punish the two harmful ghosts in front of me. I couldn't see my own troops, but I knew they were following orders. Because the young and old showed expressions of struggle and fear at the same time. The train was getting closer and closer, and under the light, I could clearly see the wide-open eyes of the two ghosts. They were experiencing death again at this moment. The train driver couldn't see these two ghosts. He could only see me, wearing a railway worker's overalls, squatting aside.
With a whoosh, the train roared past me. After the rear of the car passed, the environment was extremely contrasting due to the headlights of the car, but I could still clearly see the two squatting side by side on the ground, holding their heads, with their mouths wide open in a scream, and their hands holding their hair. ghost.
I knew that the soldiers and horses had subdued the two ghosts. They could not escape, and they could not disappear out of thin air. No matter what, they are all dead in vain. The mistake is that they chose to harm others as a way to redeem themselves. Since they have been punished, I will take them away and go on their way.
Ghosts of this level are not qualified for me at the moment to be my soldiers. So I just recited the Falling Banner Mantra and asked the two ghosts to follow the banner, intending to take them to another place for salvation. Before leaving, I lit another stick of incense to make sure the area was clean, and then I planned to leave along the original route.
But after taking a few steps, I suddenly stood still. Because I feel that although the matter was resolved and it was not difficult in itself, Uncle Meng eventually lost his job because of it. Not only was he criticized in the newspaper, but he was also laughed at by everyone. No matter what, he didn't deserve to be treated like this. So I turned around again and walked directly towards the station.
The station is right next to the unit, which means that if I turned right out of the unit door, I could enter the station directly. When I walked to the edge of the platform, I stuffed the soul-calling flag into my clothes, then lowered my head, pulled down the brim of my hat, then covered my stomach with both hands, and moved quickly in small steps. There were roars of laughter from other workers who saw me around me, as if someone suddenly had a stomachache and wanted to go to the toilet, but it didn't arouse anyone's suspicion.
I turned around and went to the back of a small house. This house should be used for dispatching work. It was almost three stories high. I pretended to be looking for the toilet and got in. On the "Ideological Construction Work Promotion Board" at the entrance "In ", I saw many big-character posters published by the units themselves. Many of the articles were signed by a person named "Lin Yuanchao".
I grinned, grinning maliciously.
