Gu Xiujie nodded and went to the second floor. After a while, he came down and said:
"It's weird. There are three rooms on the second floor, but only the middle room has a big bed with white bedding. The other two rooms only have mahjong machines."
I stood up and said, "Let's take a look at the next room."
Gu Xiujie said: "Yes, let's take a look and see that other rooms are different from this one."
"What about the difference?" Liu Xiaowei said as he led the lightning to follow.
Everyone walked out seventy or eighty meters to another house. When they entered the door, they all showed the same shape and layout. The difference was that in the square hole in the small room facing the door, there was a bust of a person.
Gu Xiujie said in amazement: "This... Is this a portrait?"
Fang Xu said: "It seems to be a portrait, hey, this is really weird."
The small room has doors on the left and right. I walked around to the left door to see that there was an ice coffin inside. I immediately understood that the villa area we think is a funeral home, and these villas are the same as the funeral homes rented out!
Liu Xiaowei said with an "Ah" and said, "Let's go, at night... at night..." Her fear of ghosts has not changed until now.
Gu Xiujie smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Isn't it just the mourning hall, and there is a comfortable big bed on the second floor."
Liu Xiaowei said, "Do you dare to sleep alone in that bed?"
Gu Xiujie said, "What can't you dare?"
I smiled and said, "Yeah, what is Gu Xiujie afraid of? Anyway, he is not sleeping alone, maybe there are many people sleeping with him. Haha—"
I continued to laugh. There was a bang in the ice coffin, and there were a few muffled noises. We hadn't reacted yet, and there was another bang. The lid of the ice coffin was pushed open, and a dead man sat up, wearing a shroud. Climbed out tremblingly.
Rao is that we are so many and powerful, we can't help being shocked. Although we know that this is a mutation after the death of the dead, it is only a zombie, but everyone is still dumbfounded and chills on their backs.
There was no sound in the mourning hall, and Liu Xiaowei suddenly screamed and rushed out. With the same heart, we involuntarily escaped.
Escaped the gate, I stood at once and said
: "Isn't it just a zombie? What are you afraid of?"
Gu Xiujie and Fang Xu also stopped, you look at me, I look at you, all of a sudden, they couldn't help laughing.
The dead man chased out of the mourning hall, Fang Xu lifted the knife up, killed it with one knife, and drew the knife, and everyone returned to the previous mourning hall together.
Gu Xiujie whispered: "Actually, I want to sleep alone on the second floor of this mourning hall just now, hehe, I'm really faint."
Yang Kaiyue took out the food, everyone rushed to fill their stomachs, and came to the room with a bed in the middle of the second floor. Fang Xu lifted the quilt up and shook it, spread it on the ground, and said, "It’s more comfortable to hit the floor than to sleep on the floor. ."
Gu Xiujie lay down on the floor and said, "If you can't sleep, who will listen to a ghost story?"
Liu Xiaowei glanced at him, pretending to be angrily: "Damn Gu Xiujie, what's wrong with telling a ghost story?"
Gu Xiujie said: "The atmosphere of the funeral home is most suitable for telling ghost stories."
I looked out the window, the hazy moonlight covered the pine trees with a veil, and the shadows of the trees on the ground were haunting, bright and dark, and there were three weirdness in the tranquility. Listening to ghost stories is really the most appropriate thing. .
Gu Xiujie went on to say: "I have a good ghost story, just forget it if you don't want to hear it."
Liu Xiaowei snorted, "Who is rare to listen?" It took less than a minute, but then said, "If you are not too afraid, you can listen."
I smiled slightly and said to my heart: "It is said in the book that people who are afraid of ghosts are very curious about things about ghosts and gods. The more terrifying they are, the more they can't help but want to hear it. It seems to be true."
Gu Xiujie said: "Then you will be disappointed. My ghost story is the most scared ghost story I have heard in my life."
Liu Xiaowei hesitated, but finally gritted his teeth: "Well, you go."
Gu Xiujie took out the cigarette case, gave it to me and Fang Xu, lit the fire, and said slowly: "Speaking of Christmas night, a child received three gifts from Santa Claus."
"He opened the first box. Inside were a pair of beautiful sneakers. The little boy looked at Santa Claus out the window. Although there was a smile on his face, his eyes also had an unpleasant look."
"Santa Claus pretended not to see, and smiled and told him to open the second box. The little boy opened it. Inside was a football. He threw it angrily.
On the ground. "
"The third box was long and flat. The little boy opened it. Inside was a brand-new bicycle. The little boy was already out of anger and snarled at Santa Claus viciously:'Get out of here!'"
When Gu Xiujie talked about this, he took a cigarette and asked, "Do you know why?"
Liu Xiaowei "cut": "What kind of shit story, I'm not afraid of it at all. Isn't it just that the little boy doesn't have legs? What's hard to guess?"
Gu Xiujie slowly breathed out the blue smoke in his mouth, and said, "Aren't you afraid? What we get is never what we really need. Isn't that enough to make people fearful?"
My heart moved, and I thought: "Sure enough, we are like this today. There is no shortage of material. It is impossible to return to the previous civilized society."
Just listen to Yang Kaiyue rushing to say: "I will talk about one too." Then he said:
"Once upon a time, there was a little sheep-herding girl who lived in the deep mountains. One day, she picked up a gourd in the valley, pulled off the lid, and an elf flew out of it. The elf said, I can fulfill your wish."
"The little girl thought for a while and said:'My family is not treating me badly at all. My wish is to let them all die.'"
"The elf agreed, and the little girl drove the lamb home, only to find that father, mother, and younger brother were all there, none of them died."
"The next day, the little girl herding the sheep met the elf again, and the elf asked her:'Are you satisfied with the wish I fulfilled for you?'"
"The little girl was stunned, and cried out of her voice, asking if the elf could take back her wish, but the elf shook her head and said,'It's too late!'
Yang Kaiyue paused and said: "It turns out that the little girl's current father, mother and younger brother are not her real family members."
Liu Xiaowei shook his head: "It doesn't sound good either."
Fang Xu said in an interface: "Let me tell one too. But this is not a story that I heard, it is my personal experience."
When Liu Xiaowei heard that it was Fang Xu's personal experience, he was immediately interested, and hurriedly urged: "Say it, say it!"
Fang Xu smiled slightly and began to tell: "I was only five years old at that time, a kid who didn't even express his words clearly."
"But this matter is still fresh in my memory, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life."
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