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Life in the military camp was actually quite boring. The weather was very hot at that time. We were pulled out for drill in the morning. When the sun got higher around 10 o'clock, we would go to the dormitory to rest. We would go out for drill again around 5 o'clock in the evening. We would have dinner at 6 o'clock, and then we would play, chat, and gossip together until 9 o'clock, and then go to bed. This was basically our daily schedule for military training.
It was then that I realized that military training was not as scary as I had imagined, especially the new recruits in the barracks. We had a very good relationship with them. After all, they were only a little older than us, and some were even younger than us, so we could still chat happily.
Our instructor was called Wang Gang, a very funny guy. He seemed to be from Sichuan, and was only about 22 years old. We had a good relationship with him. We privately called him Brother Wang, and he had no objection.
Brother Wang likes to tell stories, especially ghost stories, which are his favorite. After dinner at six o'clock, he will pull out a seat and tell us about some weird things he has encountered in the past, and some ghosts and things like that. I am quite interested in this. At that time, I always felt fearless. I felt that I had the ability anyway, so I don’t need to be afraid of these weird things. Later, I found out that my ignorant character almost cost me my life, but that’s a story for later.
One day, just like usual, Brother Wang trained us for a while, then let us sit down and start telling stories. At first, when Brother Wang started telling ghost stories, we boys were very happy. After all, when girls are scared, they will lean towards you, and boys all understand that.
But what we never expected was that those pretty girls were braver than us men, while those dinosaurs, before their stories were told, cried and leaned on those handsome guys. I was puzzled. But I was thankful that I was not particularly handsome, so I didn't have to worry about dinosaurs approaching.
Brother Wang was just like usual, talking about some Taoist priest who killed some ghost or something. Later I felt it was really boring so I said, "Brother Wang, tell me something new. I'm getting calluses from listening to this all day long."
Everyone felt the same way after hearing what I said. Brother Wang sat down and thought for a while before saying, "Then I'll tell you a weird story that happened to me. But don't spread it around, okay?"
We nodded, and then Brother Wang sat down, organized his words, and said, "This happened last year."
It turned out that last year, a group of tomb robbers entered this mountain. There were many ancient tombs in this mountain, and this military camp was built here in part because of this.
Anyway, these soldiers were idle in the barracks, so many of them went out to search for the tomb robbers. Brother Wang's team consisted of five people. When they searched a cliff on the mountainside, they actually found a cave, and there were signs of human activities in the cave.
At that time they winked at each other, meaning not to use the intercom to call other people, and to catch the people by themselves, otherwise the credit would be less if there were too many people.
Everyone had the same idea. In the beginning, soldiers could only be promoted if they made meritorious contributions. No one had any other objections. They thought that there were just some tomb robbers, so they followed the trail and found that this cave was actually the entrance to an ancient tomb.
Afterwards, Brother Wang didn't go into detail, but only told us the final result: there were five alive when they went there, but three were dead when they came back, and the other survivor had his left hand disabled, and the tomb robbers did not find them in the ancient tomb.
When we heard this, our curiosity was piqued. How did the other three die? Where did the tomb robbers go? We had a lot of questions at that time, but no matter how we asked, Brother Wang kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything. He then hastily told us a few meaningless ghost stories and sent us away.
After I got back, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, thinking all the time about the ancient tomb. At that moment, I made up my mind that I must go in and take a look when I had the chance.
Ten days passed very quickly and the military training was over soon. Although I was reluctant to leave Brother Wang, I promised to visit him when I had time. When we said goodbye, the girls cried so miserably, saying things like they couldn't bear to leave their instructors.
We boys were very straightforward, we went up to him and gave him a big hug, saying: "Thank you for your hard work, instructor." These few days of getting along with him really made us and the instructor have a deep relationship.
Then I went back to school and started to attend classes normally. I also lived the so-called college life. What is college life? Sleeping, surfing the Internet, being bored, this is the so-called college life. You can go to class if you want to, and you can not go if you don’t want to. No one cares about you. Anyway, as long as you have enough credits when you graduate, you can get a diploma.
At that time, we basically skipped classes every day, stayed up all night, and then came back to sleep during the day. In fact, Zhang Heng was the only one in our dormitory who had a laptop, but he used it to write. Usually, we just used it to watch some adult education movies. If we wanted to surf the Internet and play games, we still had to go outside.
That was probably about two months after school started. One night, Kaizi, Fatty Cao, and I went out to surf the Internet as usual. As for Zhang Heng, he wanted to use any free time he had to type. It was complete nonsense to ask him to surf the Internet or play games.
But I don’t know why, the Internet cafes we usually like to go to are all full, so we had no choice but to choose an Internet cafe that looked small but relatively clean.
Then we turned on three machines and started a CS battle. Normally my CS skills are similar to my ghost catching skills, both of which are mediocre. I am usually bullied. But that day I was very powerful and bullied people everywhere. I don't know which idiot, probably couldn't stand losing, stood up and cursed, "Who the hell is cheating? Is it possible to win like this?"
Fuck, I was upset when I heard that. Who was he calling a cheater? I finally won once and was called a cheater. How could it be easy for me? I stood up and saw that the hair of the person who called the curser was all green and had an afro. He must be the legendary non-mainstream.
I usually stay away from such non-mainstream people. There is a saying, don't argue with a fool, otherwise he can drag your IQ down to his level and then defeat you with his rich experience. I thought the same at the time, don't argue with this fool. So I endured it.
But unexpectedly, the idiot behind became even more arrogant, and he kept swearing for three minutes without repeating himself.
Such a skill is not something that ordinary people can have. Kaizi and Fatty Cao were a little overwhelmed. At this time, a man who looked sickly and wore glasses stood up and said, "Isn't it just that I beat you a few times? What's the point of complaining?" This man looked about the same age as us, but he looked sickly, as if he would fall down if the wind blew.
When the three of us heard this, we knew we were going to have something interesting to watch. Maybe this sick guy had misunderstood and thought that the non-mainstream people were scolding him. When we saw someone come forward, we looked at each other and decided not to leave. We sat down, picked up some snacks, and started watching the show.
The non-mainstream person probably didn't expect that someone would admit it, but when he saw that it was a skinny boy, he became even more angry and shouted, "Do you know who I am? Are you looking for death?"
The young man was not to be outdone and said coldly: "Do you know who I am? You are looking for death." I don't know why, but when I heard this man say this, I felt a chill, as if he was telling the truth.
The two men got into an argument and started swearing at each other, but later the green-headed non-mainstream guy probably couldn't stand it anymore and rushed up and slapped the young man. The young man was stunned for a moment and didn't fight back. Instead, he sat down and talked to himself.
The non-mainstream person cursed for a long time, but the young man just sat there motionless and stopped cursing back. The non-mainstream person didn't want to continue to make trouble for himself, so he said some harsh words and went back.
We all felt sorry for the skinny guy when we saw this. If it were me, I would definitely go up and tear off two pieces of meat. But what happened next changed my opinion of this guy who I originally thought was weak.
This happened in the late night when we were surfing the Internet, and everyone was in a daze. As for the non-mainstream guy, after being abused, he found a chat channel to tease girls.
I also fell asleep in a daze, but unexpectedly a gust of cold wind blew, making me shiver. In an instant, the temperature around me dropped rapidly, and I woke up at once. There are two possibilities for the temperature drop. One is that the broken air conditioner in this Internet cafe suddenly became powerful, but the probability of this is almost zero. Looking around, this feeling was too familiar. It was obviously the second possibility, that something dirty was approaching.
At this time, a painful cry came from the Internet cafe. I looked in the direction and saw that it was the non-mainstream guy. His right hand had just disappeared from his body. Thinking of the chill just now, I took out the cow's tears I carried with me from my pants.
Since I went through the previous things, this thing has become an essential equipment that I carry with me.
I wiped my eyes and looked around. There was nothing unusual around the non-mainstream person. However, when I looked towards the guy who had been beaten by the non-mainstream person before, I found that there was actually a little ghost next to that guy.
At this moment, I remembered what my master told me about the technique of raising little ghosts.
Raising a little ghost is a kind of spirit-controlling technique. People in the spirit world who have a bit of merit do not practice it, because it is too insidious and will damage their merit.
Origin of Little Ghosts: To raise a little ghost, you must capture the soul of a child who died unjustly. Once captured, it will definitely not be able to reincarnate normally. There are two sources of little ghosts. One is a child who died before the age of two, and the other is a fetus that died in the womb. The most powerful of them are those who died violently.
This one is different from the ghost baby encountered before. The ghost baby encountered before was full of resentment and hurt people everywhere, but this one was obviously raised by humans and would be controlled by humans.