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Chapter 125: Ghosts Reading Ghost Stories and Being Afraid of Ghosts

It really is.

Old man Wang swallowed his saliva and turned over a piece of paper. Although as a soul he should not have body sweat, he still inexplicably felt cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

He didn't even dare to look up.

He lowered his head tightly, stared at one spot, and was determined as if he was going to join the Party.

There was silence all around except for a lamp hanging above their heads. Occasionally, the sorrowful cries of some wandering ghost could be heard from afar.

Old Man Wang originally thought that he was immune to the screams and howls of ghosts that could be seen everywhere in the underworld. After all, he was a ghost now, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

But when I hear it now, I inexplicably feel terrified, creepy, and my hair stands on end.

His hands holding the paper began to tremble.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the crying sound was coming from far away, as if gradually approaching him.

all fake.

all fake

all fake.

There are no ghosts in the world.

wrong.

I am also a ghost. What is there to be afraid of? It’s just that the novel describes it a little scary.

Old man Wang said with a stiff upper lip: "Why don't we go to the downtown area to read it? Haha, this novel doesn't seem suitable to be read in this kind of atmosphere."

However, there was no reply from Xie Ling.

A dead silence.

Old man Wang felt cold sweat pouring out of his eyes.

He could feel that Xie Ling was right beside him, so why didn't he speak? Why didn't he reply?

Do you really want to torture him like this?

This kind of scene where you are talking but the people around you are there but don't reply is very much like a scene in a horror novel.

I somehow feel like I've been put into reality.

Could you please not be so involved?

He doesn't really pursue a strong sense of immersion when reading novels.

Isn't this introduction funny and light-hearted? Why is the content more terrifying than "Death Train"?

When his granddaughter came in the dream, she really kept the secret completely. Did she think it was great that her grandfather was a ghost catcher?

The horror was super doubled, but she didn't even tell her grandfather about it? ? ?

"Xie Ling, if you don't say anything, I'll leave by myself."

Old man Wang wanted to see the sequel, but it was impossible to do so in such an environment. He was scared to death.

He stiffened his neck and dared not look back at anyone.

It is said in the novel that if there is fire on a person's shoulder, it will be extinguished if he turns around, and the ghost can kill you.

"and many more!"

Xie Ling spoke up.

"Help me see what's on my back."

"I dare not move."

"It...is still calling my name."

I told you not to look back in the middle of the night.

Xie Ling didn't dare to look back at all. Even if Old Man Wang called him, he didn't dare to respond for a moment.

Is there anything more terrifying than reading a horror novel and suddenly seeing scenes similar to the novel appear around you? ! !

Xie Ling felt that his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

Just one touch of the fuse and he'll go crazy.

Old man Wang stood still and didn't dare to look back.

Shanshan got up from the ground, staring blankly at a small area in front of him, not daring to move away at all.

His expression and movements were a bit like a blind man. "Since you said so, I'd better leave first. You are a ghost messenger, you must not be afraid of this thing. I just died not long ago, and I still have some humanity in me. I'm leaving first."

He wanted to quicken his pace, but he couldn't be faster than something in the woods.

"Grandpa Wang..."

His back felt heavy and something fell from the sky and landed on his back.

Make a sharp and mournful cry.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Old man Wang couldn't bear it any longer, and ran forward shouting, his soul running in front and tears and snot running behind.

After hearing his shout, Xie Ling's psychological defenses collapsed completely. He ran like a madman, and when he almost fell, he quickly switched to beast mode, crawling on all fours as fast as he could, without stopping for a moment, for fear that if he stopped for even a second, he would be entangled by those ghost things behind him.

It was crawling and running in a very twisted and ugly posture.

The two of them indiscriminately knocked away everything that stood in their way.

“There’s a ghost aaaaaa——”

"Help ah-"

"Mom, there's a ghost—"

Two infant spirits who were looking for someone to play with were thrown down with confused looks on their faces.

"What are they talking about?"

"They sounded like they were shouting for help."

"Why are you shouting for help?"

"They say there are ghosts."

"Is it because you are afraid of ghosts...?"

The infant spirits who came to this conclusion fell silent for a moment.

Scratching his head, "Aren't they ghosts too?"

"They are still ghost messengers."

"How could I be afraid of ghosts?"

“Are they afraid of themselves???”

"Maybe he's crazy."

"Could it be that the ghost messengers have too many things to do and have driven them crazy?"

"It's pitiful to be a ghost messenger."

An infant spirit discovered that there seemed to be a few pieces of paper left on the ground. The two people were busy escaping and didn't see clearly whether they had picked them up.

"what is this?"

"They were just looking at this thing. Maybe they were obsessed with it."

"Let me see. I can read. I'll read it to you."

On the other side, the two people who ran out of the quiet and deserted place were still running wildly.

The ghost on the roadside was swept into the airflow by the two people rushing forward, and was blown dozens of meters away. He looked at the two people who had disappeared with a confused look on his face.

"Who are those two? They are so energetic. Were they athletes in their previous lives?"

"This speed is only as fast as an Olympic long-distance running champion."

"Looking at them, it seems like something big has happened and they are very scared," said a young man holding a homemade telescope.

"Those two seem to be ghost messengers. Oh my god, to make the ghost messengers so scared, maybe there must be some disaster in the underworld."

As soon as the young man said this, people around him came up and started discussing it.

Although the ghost messenger is always on the verge of emotional breakdown, his emotions are mostly anger and mania, but he never feels fear or terror.

I'm already a ghost, what else is there to be afraid of?

Anything that can scare the ghost must be extraordinary.

The young man's words instantly made the people around him nervous.

"I can read lips a little bit, don't worry, let me see what they shouted."

"What do you mean help... Shit, help me... I'm dying... What else? This is not the right thing to yell for, huh?"

The people around him were getting impatient. “What on earth are you yelling about? Why are you hemming and hawing so much? Can you get to the point?”

The young man scratched his head, checked again and again, frowned and said suspiciously: "There is a ghost, ah, ah, help, mother."

"..."

"..."

"?"

Everyone looked at each other and said, "You must have learned lip reading from a blind man."

The young man was so angry that he jumped up and down, "My translation was correct, there must be something wrong with their pronunciation!"

Xie Ling rushed all the way into a hall and was stopped by someone.

"Xie Ling, there are a lot of ghosts looking for you. They have come to your house many times, and this time they finally ran into you."

"What bad things have you two done to make you so flustered?"

The ghost who blocked the road looked at the two people with pale and frightened faces in surprise.

Shen Junyi just came out of a hall and ran into two people face to face. When he saw their expressions, his radar sounded instantly.

"What happened again? It's like seeing a ghost."

The ghost said: "Boss, we are the ghosts."

Shen Junyi glared at him.

Old man Wang collapsed to the ground.

Xie Ling leaned on the table and panted, saying, "We really saw a ghost. There is a ghost. I'm telling you, there is a ghost outside. I was scared to death."