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Zhao Si kept quiet, while Han Fu looked at Old Wang nervously. Old Wang was scared out of his wits. "What are you staring at me for?" Han Fu asked if he really saw the two donkeys.

Old Wang said, "Why would I lie to you? I don't even recognize a donkey." Zhao Si said gloomily, "I didn't set the donkey down." Han Fu pulled Old Wang over and said, "Zhao Si was at my house last night. What do you mean, putting a donkey on the ground? That's impossible. Also, did you know that what you saw might really be not a donkey, but a ghost?"

What the heck, did he turn into a mule like that? "When he saw that Han Fu did not look like he was joking, he got a little nervous. That's right, how could there be a donkey wandering outside late at night, asking Han Fu what to do? Han Fu said that he had run into a ghost, and he couldn't afford to stay idle. The lower he went, the easier it would be for dirty things to get around him. This village doesn't even have a god-like expert. When the time comes, blind cats and rats would have nowhere to run into him.

Old Wang carefully thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Last night, the donkeys he met were indeed abnormal, and when the two of them got close to him, they didn't seem to be afraid at all, but looked at him as if he were examining him, 'How could he be a donkey? Old Wang thought to himself that this was not his ancestor's grave, but Zhao Si's.' Thinking about this, Old Wang chuckled, then turned to Zhao Si and said seriously, "Old Han is right, I met a ghost last night.

He knew that Old Wang was trying to provoke him, and if he really didn't go, well, the villagers wouldn't know how to make fun of him tomorrow, so he found it even more embarrassing to say, Ah, Old Wang got into trouble last night, so he didn't want to go. Everyone will use these words as an excuse, and from now on, the village won't be able to stay any longer, and the best result of this competition is that both of them will pass, and no one can laugh at each other.

As long as there were no more knives in the sky, Old Wang chuckled and said, "Alright then, what's Fourth Bro going to say about his guts? I'll go back and prepare, and give you a reminder as well. I'll prepare something round for you, and you'll know when the time comes."

After Old Wang left, Han Fu said, "Old Fourth, I'm not trying to scare you. What's there to say about our relationship? Last night, Old Wang was lucky, but we ran into a passing ghost, and he was in a hurry to get away. That's because he was lucky, I think the sky isn't going well these few days, you should admit your mistake and take no risks."

Han Fu was a good friend, so he told Han Fu a lot of things. Although Han Fu understood a bit, he did understand a bit, and knew that he was incapable, that he couldn't do anything with just his mouth, so he didn't dare to stick his stick and say that he knew how to do something. There were a lot of rural things that he couldn't handle when they came to find him.

First of all, everyone in the village had a good reputation. Although he didn't know what was the use of having a good reputation, and although he didn't know what was the use of having a good title or a good amount of money, he still couldn't let it go. Actually, this was a common problem among Chinese people, and it didn't matter if they ate well or didn't eat well, but what they said was more important than what their father said.

Han Fu thought to himself, "Sure enough, I'll give you something. Take it with you." After returning home, he gave a talisman to Zhao Si. Although Zhao Si had some face, he was not stupid. He still knew to hold the talisman and kick Zhao Si in the pocket.

Han Fu had written that talisman according to his grandfather's words. It was written in a muddled and muddled manner, and Han Fu himself didn't have any skills at all. The talisman's greatest use was to wipe his butt and light firewood, and Han Fu didn't have much confidence in his talisman.

At night, Zhao Si walked out with a broken flashlight. A few idlers at the village entrance were all staring at him. When they saw him, they all shouted, "Sure! Fourth brother, you can't lose to Old Wang in your courage, can you?"

This group of idle people was really deceitful, without much culture, without much stylistic activity, and could only walk around leisurely, Western family, gossip, and see what happened at that house. If there was a happy occasion, it would be so enjoyable, if it was a small matter, if it could be lively together, if someone picked a new wife, it would be so hilarious, because first, it would be lively and second, if they could take advantage of the situation, their families would not get angry, if Geely didn't know who was the one who started the wedding, and if it was hoodlum, they would start with scoundrel.

Seeing that Zhao Si had left, the group of idle bystanders also turned dark. They could not wait for something to happen to Zhao Si so that they could have a good time together.

Old Wang and Han Fu's words gave him the chills, and very quickly, the sky turned dark, the fields were dark, whoever could bear it, Zhao Si switched on the flashlight, oh, okay, it was even scarier, the light from the flashlight was faint and dim, and when it shone on his figure, he felt that there were countless demons and ghosts wandering around, ready to pounce on him at any time, the feeling was as unbearable as it could get.

After walking for a while, the lights on his hands became dimmer and dimmer. Zhao Si Xin did not know what to expect, but once the electricity went out, he could scare himself to death if he could not see his own fingers in the dark. He thought of speeding up his pace, and finding something that would give him a chance to do so, but Wang said if he did not put it out in the morning, he would not be able to see it.

Let's go, find something round, slip on the ground as we walk, fall, the flashlight flew off, the tooth hurt, the leg twisted, pulled up, kneaded, looked at a piece of wood under our feet, the two ends were a bit thick, the middle was a bit thin, about half a meter, Zhao Si used this stick as a walking stick, turned around and went to pick up the flashlight, just as he was about to pick it up, he saw something round and rumble in the light, and was overjoyed. He went over to take a look, oh, it's a ball, I don't know what this ball is made for, it's not too gray, not too big, but still holding it.

Thus, leaning on the wooden stick, holding the ball, walking back, with his two hands still busy, he had a lot of things to do, holding the walking stick with his left hand and the ball with his right hand, he had to hold the flashlight, walking three steps at a time, walking, walking, the feeling just now came up again, the sound of the wind beside his ears seemed to be mixed with other sounds, and there were always shadows moving around him.

If a donkey jumped out at this moment, it would scare him to death. Zhao Si, who was praying for the Amitabha Buddha, suddenly heard a light shout in his ear, "Give it to me." Someone wanted to ask, why was the sound so soft, and why was it still by his ear? Actually, if Zhao Si had opened his Heaven's Eye, he would have seen a person standing next to him shouting at him with a furious expression. However, humans and ghosts were different; they were not in the same dimension.

When Zhao Si heard this voice, even though it was soft, he was still frightened by the field in the middle of the night. With a "Ah" sound, he ran forward while saying, "Grandpa, you better not be joking with me. I'll burn incense for you when we get back, don't scare me like that." It was useless to say anything, but the voice became clearer.

Zhao Si was so scared that he ran forward while holding the ball in his arms. When he was excited, he threw the flashlight away and dropped it on the ground. He didn't know whether the flashlight was dead or broken, but after it was extinguished, Zhao Si didn't dare to look for it.

After running for an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped when the first rays of sunlight fell on his face. He was so tired that his mouth was covered in foam and his throat was hoarse. He fainted and fell face first onto the ground.

By the time someone found him, it was already noon. Zhao Si's condition frightened everyone in the village, why was he still holding onto something tightly and throwing a stick beside him? Someone saw that something was wrong with the stick, picked it up and carefully threw it away.

A few of the lads, Boss Fei, forced Zhao Si's arm apart and a ball rolled down from the inside. When he flipped it over, he was quite frightened. It turned out to be a human skull.

After a long while, he finally woke up Zhao Si. He asked Zhao Si what had happened last night, but unexpectedly, Zhao Si's mouth was wide open as if he couldn't speak, all he could hear was' AAHHH 'and he sounded like a mute. Zhao Si did not wait for Zhao Si to react before jumping up and running down the brick bed, shouting as he ran, "If I don't give it to you, I won't give it to you." "When they finally gave chase, Zhao Si was already out of the village.

Just like that, a madman appeared in the village. Zhao Si's hair was disheveled every day, and when he saw who was smiling at whom and how scared the donkey was, he pointed at the donkey and said 'ghost'.

Old Wang won and from then on, everyone in the village called him Wang Dong, logically speaking, this Little Wang was Old Wang's son, so he should have come along. Old Wang won, from then on, everyone in the village called him Wang Gao, logically speaking, he should have come along.

Little Wang recalled his father's heroic deeds, but he didn't have much guts. On the contrary, he was even smaller. His eyes were staring out of the window, thinking to himself, "Don't let me see that figure again."