Chapter 144 Chapter Three

"What's wrong?" Xuan Po asked her grandfather softly in fear. Grandpa looked forward and waved his hands to the back to signal everyone not to move or make noise.Everyone immediately held their breath and focused on watching Grandpa's every move. Grandpa carried the pole horizontally and tiptoed forward. Is the red-haired ghost just ahead?I thought to myself.It is estimated that the people behind think so. Just like this, I walked forward slowly for more than half a mile, but I still didn't see the expected red-haired ghost, and I couldn't help feeling a little restless.The people behind couldn't hold back anymore, and started whispering again.

"Hush—" Grandpa turned his head and put a finger in front of his lips.Everyone immediately quieted down. "Listen carefully," said Grandpa.Grandpa took one hand off the pole, bent it into a turtle-back shape, and placed it next to the ear.Everyone imitated his movements and listened carefully to the sounds around him. I didn't hear any weird sounds at first, and when I put my hand next to my ear, I heard a "whooping" sound.The sound was like that of a lazy pig in a pigsty who had eaten enough.It was a soft and pleasant sound of sleeping.Just now everyone's footsteps made a rustling sound, covering the small sound.But grandpa heard such a small voice half a mile away, which can't help but surprise people.

"Is it the voice of the red-haired ghost?" Xuan Po asked. Grandpa stared straight ahead without nodding or shaking his head.To use a not-so-good metaphor, Grandpa feels like a mouse that comes out to steal soybean oil at night. It was late at night, and the road under our feet was so blurred that there was only an abstract white band, and the potholes on the road could not be seen clearly.Suddenly, the road rolled up like a mat, and rolled towards us from a place not far from the opposite side. Grandpa yelled: "Run!" Everyone ran away at once, some simply jumped into the paddy field by the roadside, and some ran desperately in the opposite direction.

I also hurriedly withdrew and ran back, the rolled up road was chasing after us.The road is like loose toilet paper, and now it seems that someone wants to put the loose toilet paper away. My big toe accidentally kicked on the hard rock, and the pain made my teeth chatter.But who cares about these, just run desperately. "It didn't come after me." Someone said.Everyone immediately slumped on the ground like a puddle of mud, and a few people continued to run due to inertia, but not as desperately as before, shaking their hands like cotton thread.I find that watching people run at night is a different experience than watching people run during the day.A person who runs at night is like a water plant floating in the deep water of the night. His hands and feet do not have the strength of the day, but swing with his body like cotton thread.

I looked back at the road, and it had slowed down a bit. Although it didn't have the scary momentum just now, it was still floating gently like a wave, like toilet paper blown by the wind. "Did the red-haired ghost cast the spell just now?" a person asked with his knees propped up.No one answered him.The scattered people regrouped with weary steps. "Was it the red-haired ghost just now?" The man asked again when he saw Grandpa approaching.Everyone turned their eyes to Grandpa. "No," Grandpa denied, "It was a bad ghost just now, a good ghost."

"A ghost? A good ghost?" The man frowned and asked, "Is it a good ghost that caused us to run around like this? Did the ghost help the red-haired ghost?" Grandpa waved his hand, took two deep breaths to adjust his breath, and said, "There must be some danger ahead. The wayside ghost is doing this to tell us not to go forward." Grandpa put his hand above his forehead and looked ahead.Everyone also looked in the same direction.The road has calmed down, as if nothing happened.Everyone looked at Grandpa suspiciously. A person takes steps and wants to move forward.Grandpa grabbed him.

"Good ghost? What kind of ghost? How can a ghost be good? Hanging neck ghosts, water ghosts, and dustpan ghosts are all evil ghosts, and they are all ghosts that harm people. Where can there be ghosts that help people?" The man shouted in a rough voice. , "Look, what's going on ahead? There's nothing going on, and we're so nervous that we can play cotton." "Wait a little longer." Grandpa held him tight. "What's the matter?" The man stubbornly wanted to get rid of his grandfather, and only twisted his body a few times. The situation in front of him suddenly changed, and everyone's faces turned purple.

Suddenly, countless trees fell from the sky! Like rain, trees with muddy roots "falling" from the sky.Countless trees fell on the road where we were standing just now. The sound of "plop plop" was endless, mixed with the sound of branches breaking.Some trees just fell straight down, hit the road, and then bounced up again.Many trees fell to the ground and bounced up, as if to perform a unique dance for these jaw-dropping people. A lot of scattered leaves fell down at a relatively slow speed and in a soft gesture, and landed in the opened mouths of these people, covering their round eyes.

In a blink of an eye, a wide road that was fine just now is now a forest.It's just that this forest is a mess. There are horizontal, vertical, oblique, and fallen trees; some have broken branches, some have broken trunks, and some have broken roots. Facing the messy forest, everyone stood motionless for more than half a minute. Grandpa let go of the man.The man stopped running, and fell to the ground with his legs sprawled.The man cried, "My mother, if Master Ma hadn't stopped me just now, I would be a manure now." The tree has stopped "falling", and the leaves are still floating in the air, falling on the nose and face from time to time.

"The red-haired ghost found us." Grandpa said, "Which mountain is it hiding on now?" "Did it throw these trees at us?" Xuan Po asked with concern.There is no need for Grandpa to answer, everyone knows the answer. "It, how can it be so big and powerful? You, look, these trees are all connected and uprooted." Xuan Po blew her nose and asked intermittently. A person in the dark replied: "It's not just such a great strength! It can pull out the trees on the whole mountain as clean as a chicken scalded in boiling water. There have been red-haired savages in Wentian Village before, and similar things happened. Do you think so, Master Ma?"

Grandpa nodded silently.Grandpa patted his sleeves, found a fairly clean stone on the ground, sat down to rest for a while, and then stretched out his hand to everyone: "Whoever brought a cigarette, give me one." Dozens of people put their hands into their pockets in a hurry. Dozens of cigarettes were handed to Grandpa's nose.Grandpa's hand hesitated for a moment in front of so many cigarettes, and then he randomly pulled out one and lit it.The smell of cigarettes woke me up quite a bit.