Infinite spooky game

Chapter 152 Picking up ghosts

On April 4, Qi Youfu was woken up early in the morning by a knock on the door. A broken gong voice shouted outside the door: "Express! Come and get it! It's been left at the door for you!"

Qi Youfu had sleepy eyes and muttered, "What the hell are those little bastards buying for nothing?" But he still got out of bed, put on his slippers and opened the door.

The courier has left, leaving behind a tightly wrapped small cardboard box with only the destination address and delivery time written on the surface, without any information about the buyer or sender.

Qi Youfu just thought this was another "junk thing" bought by his children, and stood at the door and unpacked it.

Lying in the cardboard box is a female statue wearing a red wedding dress. She has a beautiful face and lively eyebrows, as if she has thousands of words to say.

That face seemed to have a soul-stirring magic power. When Qi Youfu saw it at first sight, he was stunned for a full two seconds before he came back to his senses.

He shouted into the room at the top of his lungs: "Which of you bought this thing? Just bring it home!"

Due to his noise, the whole family woke up, walked out of the room in a daze, and shook their heads after looking at the statue.

"I didn't buy it, who would?"

“I don’t know who bought it, maybe it was sent by mistake?”

Qi Youfu asked around but didn't get the reason. He looked at the impeccable face of the statue and said, "Keep it, it's quite nice. It would be nice to find a place at home to display it."

After he finished speaking, he saw his little daughter staring at the statue steadily: "Dad, did that statue just... blink?"

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The climate in Qijia Village has always been dry and dusty, but for some reason there has been heavy fog these days.

The white gauze-like water vapor floats in the air as if it has substance. When it touches the person, it condenses into water droplets behind the person, covering the person in a sticky manner.

The villagers walked through the mist and could only see each other's blurry shadows in the distance.

"This weather is really weird..."

"It's going to rain, okay."

They chatted like this.

Unfortunately, they didn't wait for the rain, but instead waited for Cunxi's screams.

Someone who had something good to do rushed over and saw a black well growing out of the dry land. The hole was bottomless.

A peasant woman sat slumped by the well and wiped her tears: "Zhigao fell into the well... Without him, how can I, a mother, live?"

"Ms. Zhigao, don't panic. The child's body is weak and nothing will happen if he falls." A man comforted him and went to the well and stretched his head to take a look.

He became mute, and others saw his upper body suddenly and strangely bend 180 degrees, and he completely sunk into the mouth of the well.

Before anyone could react and pull him up, he fell headfirst into it without making any sound, as if he had been swallowed by the well.

If you fall in this position, you will definitely not survive.

Witnesses shouted: "Da Qiang also fell! He fell down as soon as he bent down!"

Daqiang's wife rushed forward, scratched the edge of the well and cried loudly. When she looked up, she saw Zhigao Niang sitting beside her, and immediately rushed over and beat her: "You are all idiots! Give me back my man!"

The two women got into a struggle, and the men and women next to them hurriedly stepped forward to start a fight. Some of them helped sincerely, while others took the opportunity to take advantage of them.

A small man couldn't squeeze into the crowd, so he casually walked to the edge of the well, slowly bent down, and stretched the upper half of his body into the well.

Taking a lesson from the past, several villagers saw that the momentum was not right and quickly went to pull him away.

I thought it would be easy to pull him back, but I never thought that this little man was so heavy that the two big men couldn't pull him back even with all their strength. It was not like his own weight, but like the well had some kind of suction. Pull him down.

"Someone is going down again!"

With a shout, more and more people joined the pulling team, and finally the little man was pulled out of the wellhead.

The little man was sitting on the ground, his eyes were all white, as if covered with a thick layer of white wax.

After being exposed to the thin sunlight for a while, the white wax melted and turned into two lines of blood and tears flowing down.

The little man seemed to have just regained his consciousness, and cried "Wow": "Under the well... there is a woman pulling me..."

After two seconds of silence, a few timid women screamed. The men looked at each other, but invariably felt a chill.

"Did our village originally have such a well here?" "The well in our village seems to have always been in the east of the village..."

"This well was not there yesterday..."

Fear spread among the crowd, and the atmosphere gradually solidified. Everyone stepped back cautiously, trying to get away from the well.

But for some reason, no matter how many steps they took back, the well was always not far away from them, as if if they took one step back, the well would take another step forward.

A young woman sat down on the ground and cried loudly: "We can't run away... We can't run away at all..."

The man in her family slapped her back: "Why are you crying? Crying makes me upset!"

The woman cried even louder: "You know how to play tricks on me! Why didn't you fall down too?"

Zhigao's mother seemed to be infected by it and continued to wipe her tears: "My Zhigao has been captured by a ghost... Ghost, if you want to arrest me, just arrest me. Zhigao is still young..."

Some people couldn't help but accuse: "Ms. Zhigao, stop crying. If you hadn't attracted everyone here, would so many things have happened?"

As soon as he said this, Daqiang's wife rushed up to her with a howl, grabbed Zhigao's mother's hair, and punched her in the stomach.

Under the fear, people's negative emotions and anger are on the verge of breaking out, and curses and crying come and go, which actually dissipates some of the chill at the well.

"Everyone, be quiet!" the village chief yelled, calming down the chaotic crowd.

He said loudly: "We have never encountered anything like this in Qijia Village. Only two days ago, those damned people came to dig up our ancestral graves, and this weird thing happened. I think our ancestors were angry. They blame us, the children and grandchildren, for not guarding their graveyards."

"The ancestors always love us and will never let us lose our incense. We kowtow properly and the ancestors will let us go when they feel relieved!"

This statement is reasonable and well-founded. Even if the villagers don't believe it, they can only treat it like a dead horse.

For a moment, men, women, old and young all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the mouth of the well.

Some of them kowtowed, deleted their slaps, and chanted "children and grandchildren are unfilial", which was particularly sincere.

The white fog seemed to have dispersed a bit. After the villagers kowtowed, they started running around desperately.

The "ancestor" seemed to have really forgiven them. This time, everyone got home safely.

The matter seemed to have passed just like that, some people were still uneasy, and some people had talked about it with their family members for a while.

But that night, they all had the same dream.

In the dream, a long-haired woman in a red wedding dress sat by the well, crying sadly.

"Help me...who will save me?"

"It's so cold down there...help me..."

After seeing the woman, they walked over unexpectedly and fell straight into the well, waking up with lingering fears.

At dawn, the villagers gathered at the door of the village chief's house with gloomy faces, talking about their experiences last night.

The village chief sighed and said, "I'll go to the town to ask a master to help him take a look."

After what happened yesterday, none of the villagers dared to stay in the village anymore, so they all volunteered to go to the town with the village chief.

A group of people walked vigorously toward the outside of the village. The fog became thicker and thicker along the way, blocking the sun.

The sky was always gray, and the specific time could not be determined. The villagers only knew that they had walked for a while, but they could not see the stone tablet at the entrance of the village.

"Look, then... what is that?" The sharp-eyed person suddenly pointed forward.

People looked in the direction he pointed.

At the end of the road, rows of white graves lay there quietly, with four sticks of incense burned in front of each grave.

There were several black shadows standing vaguely behind the tomb, approaching in the direction of the villagers.

Zhigao Niang was startled and subconsciously wanted to grab the hand of Daqiang's wife next to her, but she touched something cold and hard.

She turned her head stiffly and saw a stone statue of a bride wearing a red wedding dress, facing her with a festive smile...

(End of this chapter)