Chapter 170 Ghost Smoking

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The moon is very bright tonight.

Late at night in the dog days of summer, I was carrying Nai Li on my back on the country road to Tulingou. I could still feel the coldness through several layers of shrouds.

After hearing this, Mr. Song looked ugly.

"Junior brother, it's taboo in the industry, so don't talk nonsense. We don't smoke. Where does the smell of smoke come from? I don't smell it."

"You didn't smell it?"

Mr. Song immediately shook his head.

I also shook my head and said that my nose was blocked and I couldn’t smell anything now.

"Stop talking and leave quickly."

Keep on your way.

After leaving Tianjing Village, walk three miles north. To reach Tulingou, you have to climb a hillside. The locals call it "Langpo". In fact, there are no wolves there at all.

It was a small uphill road all the way up Langpo. I was carrying the dead old lady on my back, gasping for air. My back was soaked by the shroud, and I was sweating a lot on my forehead.

After taking a breath, I turned my head and glanced.

I don't know if it was because of the bumps she suffered. Nai Li's face turned dark, her eyes were closed tightly, and water was flowing from her nose to her eyes. It was yellowish-white in color and looked a bit like orange juice.

Mr. Song said: "Young man, keep on keeping on. We will almost reach the destination after passing Langpo."

"Junior brother, why don't you use a flashlight?"

"No need to turn it on. The moon is so bright and I can see the road clearly. I'm afraid someone will see me using the flashlight."

"That's true. I can see the road clearly now."

I took two deep breaths, struggled to lift Nai Li on my back, and followed them up Langpo.

There are many wild jujube trees on Langpo, and the green jujube trees are not big. The jujube trees are full of thorns, which hurt people. Because they have to cross Langpo, Mr. Song picked up a stick and hit the wild jujube trees back and forth. Let me go first.

I was very careful, but the thorn of the jujube tree still caught my thigh. The pain was unbearable. My hand slipped and Li Nai lay back on her back.

"careful!"

Mr. Song had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he immediately supported him with both hands!

This scared him so much that he repeatedly told me to be careful, and I also said sorry.

Nai Li's arms were hanging weakly in the air, her face facing upwards, facing the moonlight, and yellow water was still oozing out of her nose, eyes and corners of her mouth.

And just then...

Suddenly, there was movement from some jujube trees not far away.

The sound was, "Crash... swish...".

There is obviously no wind at all now.

Checking the household registration took out a flashlight from his pocket and shined a light on it.

When I shined the flashlight, I saw that the branches were moving back and forth, and I also saw some smoking smoke floating in the air. The white smoke was fleeting.

"Gudong..." I swallowed in fear.

It's real, it's real.

Cha Hukou stared at the jujube tree swaying slightly in front of him. Immediately, he took out a wooden ruler painted with red paint from his pocket. There were many incomprehensible patterns carved on the ruler. It seemed that there was something wrong with the paste. At the beginning of the year, probably around the time of the Republic of China.

He walked over with light steps, looked at the jujube trees, his eyes widened with anger, and he held up a wooden ruler and shouted: "Get out of here! Don't look at who is here! If you are dishonest, I will kill the devil!"

The next second, the jujube trees in front stopped shaking, and the white smoke just now was gone.

I didn't dare to make a sound because I was afraid.

Seeing that there was no movement, he turned around and said to go quickly and don't turn around and look around.

I kept walking forward with my head down, not daring to look around at all.

After walking only a few steps, I stepped on a broken water cup. It was a Fuguang water cup. It was very broken and dirty. There was water in it, and it seemed that there was some rotten tea leaves or something in it.

I kicked it away.

The broken Fuguang water cup rolled out several times in an instant.

At this time, I looked up and saw a man squatting on the ground motionless. Judging from the shape, hairstyle, and height, he looked very similar to Nai Li who was carrying me on my back.

After blinking hard a few times, I could still see the black shadow squatting there motionless.

It seemed to sense that I was watching, and it slowly turned its head.

I immediately closed my eyes and recited silently: "My eyes are dazzled, my eyes are dazzled, there is nothing, I saw it wrong, I saw it wrong, I definitely saw it wrong, Grandma Li was on my back, how could she run under the jujube tree."

"Why did you stop? Let's go."

Mr. Song was looking at the road ahead, but he didn't see it.

That's what I saw.

I could clearly hear my heart beating non-stop. I became more and more frightened and couldn't stand it anymore.

I turned around and ran!

At the same time, he shouted: "Ghost! There is a ghost! There is smoke! The ghost smokes!"

"Where! Where!"

"There's a ghost somewhere!"

Mr. Song looked very nervous, with sweat on his forehead. He grabbed my arm and shouted, "What are you yelling at?"

I stared in horror.

Mr. Song slowly turned back and glanced at the jujube tree.

The next second...

He can run faster than me!

"Why are you two running away!"

The person who checked Hukou turned around and saw it. His expression changed. He immediately held up his flashlight and shone it in front of him, shouting: "Who! Who is squatting there! Talk!"

"Don't..."

"Don't take pictures, it's me, it's me."

Squatting under the jujube tree was an old woman I didn't recognize. She was about 1.5 meters tall, with messy gray hair and a pair of thick leather gloves on her hands.

Even though she was squatting under the jujube tree just now, she didn't say a word or move.

Mr. Song and I ran all the way out at this moment. When we looked back and saw this scene, he came back and said loudly: "What are you doing! Silent in the middle of the night! You want to scare people to death!"

"Ouch! Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

The short old lady stood up and said with a sad face: "I came to steal wild jujubes, how dare you say anything! This is not my wild jujube tree. My grandson will soon have to pay tuition and fees, and there is nothing I can do." She had a look on her face. have no choice.

After asking, it became clear that the Langpo wild jujube trees are very famous in Nanping. The slopes here are full of wild jujube trees. All the wild ones have been picked, and the rest are owned by their owners. The purchase price of seasonal wild jujubes is 15 cents per pound, and the price of wild jujube cores is 1 yuan per pound. This lady stole the wild jujubes to eat, and then sold the remaining cores for money.

The branches were swaying back and forth just now because she didn't see us and was still beating wild jujubes with a stick, so she was shaking. The smoke I saw was because she was smoking while beating wild jujubes.

There are many elderly ladies here who are addicted to cigarettes. Ye Zi also used to make jujubes before, but later found that there was no way to make money by making toad clothes, so he changed his profession.

"Go quickly! Don't stay here!"

"Hey, hey! I'm leaving now."

The old lady picked up the snakeskin bag filled with jujubes from the ground, picked up the broken Fuguang water cup, and left holding a wooden stick.

It really scared me just now.

I turned around and asked Mr. Song: "I ran away, why were you so fast? You even ran ahead of me."

He wiped his sweat and said awkwardly: "Although I do this, I am also afraid of ghosts because I have seen them before."

"Have you really seen a ghost before?"

He nodded and said that he had really seen him before, just two years ago when he was helping people with errands.

After chatting for a few more words, he saw that I was talking to him with my hands behind my back, and suddenly asked: "Where is Grandma Li?"

Yi Leng Shen.

I said I don't know.