Chapter 6 scariest ghost

scariest ghost Import Yang Hailin Ladies and gentlemen, the ghost I am going to talk about is probably the scariest thing in this book.If you're not brave enough, I suggest you turn this page with your eyes closed.If you are brave enough and really want to see it, I suggest you try to get a layer of goose bumps on your body first. When the goose bumps are gone, the fear in your heart is probably gone. That is to say, you are fully mentally prepared. So what are we waiting for?let's start! When Mr. Ding was alive, he was very timid. How small was he?Let me give you an example: Mr. Ding's son likes to play with a bug called "hanging ghost". This bug lives on a big tree and its body is about an inch long. Like a hunchback.The community where Mr. Ding lives is well greened, which makes Mr. Ding a headache, because there are always such "hanged ghosts" on the tall green trees, even in broad daylight, they like to hang a silver-white tree from the tree. Si straightened her body and hung in the air, swinging with the wind.

This is an interesting bug, and Mr. Ding thought so at first, but when Mr. Ding learned from his son that it had the name of "hanged ghost", his heart suddenly jumped out, and then he came back Back to the original position, but still jumping very fast with a "bang bang". "It's terrible, it's terrible," Mr. Ding said, closing his eyes. "How could there be such a name? Are you going to let me live?" Mr. Ding's son is an insect expert. He has collected hundreds of strange insect specimens behind Mr. Ding's back. Alas, it is a pity that Mr. Ding's son lives in the city and it is difficult to raise live insects. This time Mr. Ding's son He made up his mind to raise such a "hanged ghost" in his study.

Mr. Ding's son built a nest for the "hanging ghost" out of leaves and put it on the top of the bookcase—Mr. Ding was timid, and he would never go there to find things. During the day, the hanged ghost stayed in the den obediently and didn’t come out to scare Mr. Ding. At night, it couldn’t hold back anymore, hehe, the hanged ghost never nests. Think about it, it’s used to living in dewy fields. Will you get used to staying in the den? I have to find the tree, I have to find the dew, the hanged ghost thought so, and began to crawl out bowing and bowing. Mr. Ding lives on the 6th floor, hey, how much effort does it take to climb up to the ground?

He climbed into Mr. Ding's bedroom. Mr. Ding's bedroom has a big window, but Mr. Ding is too timid. He is always afraid of something crawling in through the window, so Mr. Ding has never opened the window. A thick drapery was also added. The hanged ghost is very depressed, forget it, I will climb to the roof and hang it from the roof. Although the effect is not the same as hanging from the tree, the feeling may be similar. Climbing to the roof, the hanged ghost spat out a thread from his mouth, wow, his body hung from the thread. It's very cool like a child playing on a slide.

It may be that the hanged ghost has been bored in the room for too long and missed the point at once. As a result, it landed on the tip of Mr. Ding's hot nose with a bit of regret. Mr. Ding is having a nightmare, alas, this terrible dream is enough for him, suddenly a pool of cold things falls on the tip of his nose, Mr. Ding can't live. Wow!terrifying! Mr. Ding suddenly woke up from his dream, and the few remaining hairs on his bald head stood up one by one. Mr. Ding turned on the light, and he saw the hanged ghost busy on the tip of his nose--didn't I just say that Mr. Ding's nose was very hot, the hanged ghost couldn't stand the heat, so it raised its head as soon as it fell on it, Once it landed and lifted up again, it looked a bit like a leech.

"God, you really don't want me to live?" After saying this, Mr. Ding fell asleep all of a sudden. Hey, why did Mr. Ding fall asleep again? It turned out that he was scared to death. Mr. Ding's soul wobbled to report to Lord Yan. "Wow, you are such an unfortunate person." Hearing Mr. Ding's words, Yan Wang sucked his nose for a long time, alas, Yan Wang, this ghost, tears will burst into tears when he hears something that makes him sympathetic Falling down, unfortunately today, the leopard he used to ride when he was on tour was playing on Yinshan Mountain, and was killed by a poaching kid as a wild animal. He cried for a long time, and his tears ran out. What should I do? Let the snot fall down.

"You were an unfortunate person when you were alive, but I will make you a happy ghost after death." Lord Yan sniffled and said, "Tell me, what kind of ghost will you be?" "If I say it, you won't think I'm too selfish, will you?" Mr. Ding said cautiously. "Speak, I will satisfy you." Lord Yan was very serious, not like joking. "Then, let me be the scariest ghost!" Mr. Ding suddenly became excited, "I've been scared by others all my life, I've had enough, I want to taste scary!" "Well, it's really hard to fulfill your request." Lord Yan smacked his teeth and said, "Well, anyway, my leopard is dead, and I'll let the heartbreaker gouge out its heart later. , you eat it while it’s hot, haven’t you heard people say “bear heart, leopard guts”? After you eat him, you will become bolder. If you are bolder, you will not be afraid of others scaring you. If you are not afraid of others scaring you, you will It can scare people."

"Eat it raw?" Mr. Ding said, "I never even ate chicken when I was alive, isn't it too disgusting to eat that?" "Do you think I let you eat stewed pig's head? If you don't eat it raw, it will be effective?" Lord Yan curled his lips, humming, before, we ghosts dared to eat raw human flesh. "That's good, that's good, I'll just eat it." Alas, in order to realize his wish as soon as possible, Mr. Ding can't control much anymore. Also learn to change faces. Also learn to transform. In one month, Mr. Ding learned everything.

When the result report was presented, Mr. Ding suddenly turned into a black face, with two front teeth protruding more than one meter long, and something bloody was chewing in his red mouth. ——That's not human flesh, it's just a prop dyed with red ink. After a while, Mr. Ding turned into a green face with a red tongue sticking out of his mouth. ——It took a long time to open his eyes, hey, a group of ugly bats lived in his eye sockets, and one flew out after a while, and another one flew out after a while. After a while, Mr. Ding didn't even want his head. A hole the size of a bowl was exposed on his arm, and he stretched out an empty sleeve and muttered to other ghosts: "Give me my head, bring me my head."

——Actually, he doesn’t have any hands either, hehe, such a good-looking appearance, without head and hands, how easy it is. Mr. Ding's performance won warm applause after another. "Haha, I succeeded, I am not a coward anymore, I am going to scare people!" "Only scare people, don't scare good people." Helping Mr. Ding realize his wish, Yan Wangye was also very pleased, but he still couldn't help but remind him of "Rules for Scary Ghosts". Mr. Ding came to Yangjian where he used to live. "Bad guys? Where are the bad guys? Which one is the bad guy?" Mr. Ding floated here and there looking for it. Alas, it was almost dark, and Mr. Ding didn't find anyone who he admitted was a bad guy.

"It doesn't matter so much, I will scare anyone I meet." Mr. Ding said fiercely. Mr. Ding slipped into the sculptor's studio. There is only a weak lamp in the sculptor's studio, and a man with his head bowed is meditating under the lamp. All around, it was pitch black. This is the perfect environment to scare people. Mr. Ding decided to keep only his head this time. He cut his hair into a chicken coop and floated slowly over it. "Hello!" Mr. Ding leaned over, his eyes fluttered and fell to the ground, and his long tongue suddenly turned into a poisonous snake. But the man didn't even look up. Mr. Ding was very depressed. After returning, the more Mr. Ding thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong: My appearance is scary enough, why isn't that person afraid? Mr. Ding didn't know that the person he scared was actually a sculptor's sculpture. Mr. Ding brought a mirror. He starts by making his own hair into a chicken coop. He then made his body invisible, leaving only his head. Let the two eyeballs flutter and fall to the ground. Turn your tongue into a poisonous snake. what! Mr. Ding turned into a 聻. The book says that when a ghost dies, it becomes a dwarf. Mr. Ding, a ghost, was frightened to death by his own ghost appearance.