Notes on hitting ghosts

Chapter 8
Damn, I am very familiar with this voice, this is the voice of my dead buddy.

Hit the ghost!
This was my first thought, this ghost encounter really frightened my buddy, I ran back like a jerk, but after running like this, I slammed into the fat man hard.

The fat man also screamed: "Old Liu, why the fuck are you running around like a ghost?"

"Didn't you hear this buddy's cry?" I said in a crying voice.

"I heard a fart." The fat man scolded: "You are stupid, this kid is dead, how can there be crying?"

"My coat pocket, my coat pocket." At this moment, the mournful voice sounded again, and I was really frightened crazy at that time. I even thought that even when I ran into the half Weng, I had never been so scared.

I don't know what the crying and howling mean. Anyway, I ran out desperately, which is too scary. I think if I continue to stay here, I might be scared to death.

"Okay, so you two brats lied to me, an old man!" Just when I was in a panic, there was a dull shout suddenly at the door.

As soon as the sound sounded, the little ghost crying in my ears disappeared instantly, and the moment I saw the old man, I finally calmed down.

"Hehe, old man, come on, smoke a cigarette..." The fat man hurriedly walked up with a smile, took out a box of Yellow Crane Tower from his pocket, took out one, and handed it to the old man with a smile .

The old man took it over with a smile, and cursed: "Stinky boy, steal the key to my mortuary, pretend I don't know, what's the matter, are you scared?"

As the old man said, he took out his lighter and took a sharp puff: "Hey, don't think I don't know. The Yellow Crane Tower cigarette case contains generals. You are really picky."

The fat man seemed to have known the old man a long time ago, and said with a thick-skinned smile, "No way, who said we are poor students? By the way, sir, you often work in the morgue, so you should know some taboos, right?"

The old man took a puff of cigarette, nodded with a smile: "Well, I know a little bit."

"Then do you know what's going on with the black palms of the corpse?" Er Fatty asked.

The old man nodded: "Of course I know. It is said that the palms of your hands turned black when you masturbated a lot during your lifetime. If you masturbate with your left hand, your left palm will turn black. If you masturbate with your right hand, your right palm will turn black. Why, your palms are turning black."

Erpang said with a grin: "Old fox, your thoughts are too impure. This place is not fun at all. Give me back the key." After saying that, he gave the old man the key.

The old man hung up the key and scanned the morgue before turning around and preparing to go out.

But I hurried to catch up and asked, "Master, I want to ask you, is there someone living next door to this Taiping building?"

The old man proudly said: "Live here? Hehe, no one dares to live near here except me..."

"Oh, so there is no one on both sides?" I looked at the old man in surprise.

The old man nodded: "Yes, what's the problem?"

I was completely stunned: "No, why did I hear crying from the next door just now? And they kept talking about my coat pocket, my coat pocket."

Hearing what I said, the old man's expression instantly became tense, his eyes were like eagles, and he stared straight at me: "What did you just say, did you hear someone crying? You said the jacket pocket? You know it's Whose voice is it?"

"It seems to be my dead classmate." I pointed to my classmate.

"Oh, oh." The old man nodded thoughtfully and said, "That may be your hallucination. According to the latest scientific research, people will have hallucinations and auditory hallucinations when they are overly afraid. In such an environment, if you hear a dead classmate crying, it should also be in this situation, so don’t worry.”

I nodded, but I didn't doubt it.But after I walked out of the morgue, I realized that I was just deceiving myself, because the scene was so real that it was not an illusion at all.

Moreover, when I saw the old man explaining to me, his eyes looked around in a daze, which meant that the old man was lying, and I could tell at a glance.

It seems that there are some old things that are inconvenient to say, so I decided that when I have a chance in the future, I will definitely meet this strange old man again.

After returning to the dormitory, the fat man and I fell into silence.

It seems that this matter should not be too bad, this is Ban Weng and my dead classmate going back to school together.

It's just how we can find the traces of Banjian Weng next, and how can we get rid of that thing?

Finally, I thought of "Louguan Daofa", and I thought that since there is a record of "Half Weng", there must be a solution.

So I hastily began to recall.For some reason, that book "Lou Guan Dao Fa" seemed to have been deeply imprinted in my mind, I easily searched for information about Ban Duan Weng, and began to study it carefully.

The method of cracking is indeed mentioned above, but it needs to use a lot of spells and some weird things, such as chicken throat bones, black dog teeth, garlic and other commonly used evil products.

I can still find the last few things, but the key is the spell, buddy, where do I go to fix it?You know buddy, my writing is like a crab crawling, let alone drawing symbols.

Later, the fat man volunteered to draw a few more pictures, but he was really not as good as me.

As I thought about it, it became dark, and my heart became more and more anxious. I thought, is it possible to watch a buddy get killed today?
In the end, it really didn’t work, and I thought of the yellow chicken again. I was paralyzed, and if it didn’t work, I asked the yellow chicken for help!I really don't believe it, buddy, I am the future of our motherland, the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, I'm really afraid that you, the old, weak, sick and disabled, won't make it.

So I discussed with the fat man and asked the yellow chicken for help.

But at this time a new problem came again. If we put the yellow chicken in the corridor, maybe the yellow chicken will be caught and roasted by some grandchildren who don’t know what to do. So after much deliberation, we finally decided , We personally hold the yellow chicken and guard it.

Fatty in the first half of the night, and me in the second half of the night.This can not only ensure adequate rest, but also buy us a lot of time to refine the spell.

This method is undoubtedly the most effective choice at the moment!

Don't ask my buddies why they were so desperate and risky for so many classmates who didn't seem to have much relationship. In fact, I can't understand now why I was so sensible back then.

Maybe it's because I'm soft-hearted, maybe it's because I have a good character, but I can guarantee that if this matter is placed on any of you, you will make the same choice as me.

Soon, it was late at night, and I lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I was really worried that Er Pang would fall asleep with the yellow chicken in his arms. If he really fell asleep, not only would the students be in danger, even the fat man might die Save.

The buddy on my upper bunk poked his head down: "Brother Liu, can you take it easy when masturbating? It's been an hour, small masturbation is fun, big masturbation hurts the body, be careful your body can't bear it."

"Get out of here!" I cursed, "You know what a fart, go to bed quickly."

The buddy muttered dissatisfiedly, but fell asleep obediently.Dude, I won't turn over in the second half of the night, I just worry in my heart.

This kind of taste is really fucking frustrating!

But fortunately, Er Fatty was finally reliable for a while today, and there was nothing abnormal during the time he was on duty.

There was no accident during Er Fatty's on-duty period, which means that the possibility of accidents during my on-duty period is still very high.

I hugged the gagged yellow chicken, walked to the place where the dead ghost jumped off the building, found a quiet corner and squatted down.

That's really seeing all directions and listening to all directions. I still clearly remember that during the time when I was most nervous, a classmate let out a super-stinky serial invincible fart, which almost scared me out of my mind.

I clearly remember that I was holding the big yellow chicken tightly with both hands, for fear that I would be grabbed by the idiot.

I waited for about an hour, but I didn't hear any movement. I couldn't help but started to grow bolder, and I started to stand up, leaning against the railing, and looking into the distance.

Opposite our dormitory building, the left half is the girls' dormitory, and the right half is the teachers' dormitory.The girls' dormitory on the left had already turned off the lights, and it was dark, but the teachers' dormitory on the right, as well as building lights and a single family's solitary light were still on.

In such a quiet night, I started infinite reverie.I was wondering why the family stayed up late at night. Could it be that the young couple had been separated for a long time and were newly married?Or did the young couple quarrel?Or did you forget to turn off the lights in the living room?

But no matter what kind of situation I imagined, it made me feel very warm, very moved, and very yearning.I am imagining what kind of girl I will marry after I graduate in the future. Is the girl extra tall or average?Is it a golden ratio figure or a slightly thinner sexy body?Is it the handsome one who stands out from the crowd, or the ordinary beauty among the women?
At that time, I always liked to think about things on the bright side. As a result, after I graduated, I encountered all kinds of short winter melons, and I realized how beautiful those fantasies were when I was in school.

But just when I was engrossed in my thoughts, I suddenly saw, in front of the solitary lamp opposite, a half-figure disappeared almost in the blink of an eye!
At that time, I was so frightened that I shivered all over for a while, and my heart felt uneasy for a while, thinking that it could not be such a coincidence, could it be that the thing was upstairs on the opposite side?
That would be bad.

The thought made me shudder.

The 'half-figure' I saw was just a figure walking in front, and behind the figure was a shadow with only the upper body floating!
At that time, I thought it was my eyesight, so I looked carefully with my eyes wide open, and finally confirmed that there was indeed a half-figure shaking in that room.

And from time to time, I have to stop on the window for a while, obviously preparing to jump out of it!
(End of this chapter)