Chapter 0056 Another one
Devilish?
one person?
After being stunned for two seconds, I turned my head and looked into the water.
There was a sound of rushing water, and on the dark water surface, only the waves were rolling. Occasionally, dead branches and fallen leaves would appear, but would be swept away by the turbid water waves.
Where are the wet heads?
So what did I see underwater just now?
"My fellow water lovers, this is no joke. I just saw five bodies underwater. Didn't you see anything?"
The phone was in a sealed bag and was in the dark water, so the picture was blurry and it was possible that the viewers had seen it wrong.
"With so many of us, how could we have seen it wrong at the same time? The dark water is quite scary. But it is true that only you, the anchor, were jumping around like you were possessed."
"I think the anchor had hallucinations because his brain was deprived of oxygen due to being so deep underwater."
"No, this is not called being possessed by evil spirits . It should be that the dirt in the water blinded your eyes and you saw horrible scenes that didn't exist. There is also a name for this situation, called being blinded by evil spirits."
"The people upstairs seem to understand very well."
"You're welcome. My grandmother is a fortune teller. I heard her tell stories about these things when I was a child. I only have a vague understanding of them."
I didn’t expect that there was someone knowledgeable among the audience. I also tend to agree with this netizen’s explanation.
Covering your eyes with a ghost is actually a trick.
Although the images you see are not real, it is difficult for people to remain rational when they are extremely frightened, and they often do stupid things and kill themselves.
For example, if I had accidentally pulled off the oxygen tube in a panic, I would probably have become another corpse in the reservoir.
The person involved is often confused, but after listening to what this netizen named Little Mushroom Picking Girl said, I suddenly understood.
Being blinded by a ghost is similar to being built against a ghost wall. In fact, it is very easy to crack. The simplest way is to use boy’s urine, but I no longer have such a thing.
Then we can only use another method.
There are three drops of pure yang blood in a man's body, located at the tip of the middle finger, the tip of the tongue and the heart. Taking any one of them will have a restraining effect on evil things.
Of course, women don’t have it, because women are yin.
The best way to obtain blood is from the middle finger or the tip of the tongue, but your Yang energy will be weakened after use, and you may be unlucky for a while.
But compared to disappearing from this world, a few days of bad luck is nothing to mention.
Now that I had an idea and had rested enough, I was ready to go into the water again.
Standing up and stretching my limbs, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a beam of light moving downstream of the dam.
The faint light is particularly conspicuous in the endless darkness.
I squinted my eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was a person walking towards the dam with a flashlight.
Who would come to such a haunted place in the middle of the night?
There can't be another person coming here to die!
After the last experience in the coffin shop, I was instinctively alert. I did not rush into the water and stayed in the pavilion waiting for the man to arrive.
The light was getting closer and closer, and it climbed up the stone steps and onto the dam.
He was a man in his thirties, dressed in ordinary clothes, wearing a pair of black rain boots covered in mud. He held a flashlight in one hand and a black plastic bag in the other.
"Are you a human or a ghost? Why are you on the dam so late at night?" The man stood outside the pavilion, shining the flashlight at me with a vigilant tone.
"Of course I am a human. Who are you and why are you running here so late at night?" With the knife hidden behind my back, I pointed the phone in the live broadcast room at him and asked calmly.
In the picture, everything about him seems normal.
"I'm here to see my wife, what are you doing here?" The man glanced at the shadow under my feet, seemed to be relieved, walked into the pavilion, and looked at me strangely.
"Your wife?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Three years ago, my wife fell into the reservoir and drowned. I came here to pay tribute to her." The man sighed.
"Little brother, this is not a good place. No one dares to run here during the day, let alone at night. Are you here to worship your relatives as well?"
"No, actually I'm a horror novelist and I'm here to collect materials." I used the same excuse I used last time to get away with it.
“You book writers work so hard?”
"This is not only for the sake of life, but mainly for the readers. After all, only those who have experienced horror personally can write with the most realistic feelings."
"The anchor is shameless !"
"You just keep telling lies without blushing at all!"
"Anchor, I have deep doubts about your character..."
My friends were making all kinds of noises, but I pretended not to notice.
The man had an expression of confusion and shook his head. He placed the flashlight on the chair in the gazebo and took out an incense burner, candles, and paper money .
The incense sticks were lit and inserted into the incense burner. The man grabbed a handful of yellow paper and sprinkled it on the dark water surface.
"Wife, I'm here to see you."
"Are you doing okay down there? I dreamed of you telling me you were cold again..."
The man had a sad expression on his face. He took out a set of paper clothes from a plastic bag and lit it over the candle flame.
The paper dress turned out to be a bright red wedding dress!
My eyebrows jumped.
"Brother, can I ask you something? Red is a taboo in funerals. Why would you burn such bright red paper clothes?"
The man glanced at me. Under the flickering candlelight, his face looked particularly three-dimensional.
This man was dressed like a farmer, but he looked very handsome. His unshaven beard did not make him look sloppy, but instead gave him a sense of vicissitudes of life.
Maybe it’s just like what people say on the Internet, whether a person is handsome or not has nothing to do with what he wears.
"Because my wife died on the day we got married." The man was silent for a while before answering in a low voice.
"Accidentally fell into the water on the wedding day?" I opened my eyes wide. Could it be that his wife was the bride I was looking for?
The man's eyes became even more sorrowful and he nodded.
The paper clothes slowly turned into ashes, and the river wind blew, and the black ashes flew everywhere.
The man didn't care about the rain water that had not yet dried up. He sat down next to the pavilion and stared at the dark water in a trance.
"Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask about your sad story." I took out a cigarette box from my backpack and gave him a cigarette.
It is easy to narrow the distance between smokers.
"It's okay." The man slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled bitterly, "It was all three years ago. I'll come and see her when I miss her."
Three years ago, the bride fell into the water on her wedding day...
"Brother, this reservoir was not built by you, was it?" I asked the question that was in my mind.
" How did you know?" the man was surprised.
"I guessed it. I heard some stories about the reservoir from people in the village."
"People in the village love to gossip." The man looked a little helpless. "But the feng shui here is indeed a bit problematic. I didn't listen to the old man's advice and insisted on building the reservoir. I have already suffered retribution. It's no use regretting it now."
The man's face was full of self-blame and regret.
I became even more confused. Since he knew the danger of the reservoir, why didn't he come to worship during the day, but instead chose to take the risk at night?
