This small temple is about a hundred meters away from the village, and is closest to the house with lights on. There is only a ravine between them. I whispered to Shen Bing that there was something strange there, and asked her to be careful and follow me closely. She now had the talisman in her hand, so she was not as scared as before, and nodded calmly.
I turned off the flashlight. Although it was windy and dark, I had already seen the terrain ahead clearly. It was just a ravine and there were no dangerous areas. I walked quietly in the dark.
When I got there, I looked up and saw a small white flag fluttering in the wind on the roof. I whispered a spell and took back the small white flag.
This house is located on a slope, built with stones against the mountain wall. In the north, wood is rarely used to build houses, especially in our area, where most of them are built with stones against the mountain. Some even have holes in the mountain wall, which is very similar to the cave dwellings in Yan'an. People living in the mountains like this are relatively poor and backward, because there is no water source, and they often rely on the weather for harvest when they open up wasteland in the mountains. Water is very precious to them.
There was a staircase in front of the house. We tiptoed up to it and lay down under the window sill. The window still followed the traditional wooden lattice, without glass, but sealed with window paper. I extended my index finger, dipped it in saliva, and carefully made a small hole in the window paper. Shen Bing also followed my example, dug a small hole in the window paper, and stretched her head to look inside.
The room was very small, barely enough space for a wooden bed and a table. An oil lamp was placed on the old-fashioned and worn-out table, emitting a dim red light.
A woman sat in front of the window with her back to us, combing her hair with a wooden comb. In front of her was a small round mirror on the table. From my angle, I could only see the top of the woman's hair and the way she combed her hair, but not her face.
After watching for a while, I found that the woman was combing her hair. There was no one else in the room except her. This made me feel weird and I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine.
Why is this so? Because when we came here, there was only light on the window, and no shadow was seen. But now we see this woman sitting at the window. Under normal circumstances, under the illumination of the oil lamp, her shadow would definitely be projected on the window. Why is it not there
The more I thought about it, the weirder it seemed, and I couldn't help but get goose bumps all over my body.
But I have opened my yin-yang eyes, so why can't I see what's wrong with her? This is not unreasonable, because some ghosts are good at restraining their ghostly aura, especially at night when their spiritual power is the strongest, they will become as difficult to distinguish as living people. This kind of ghost is at least above the level of fierce ghosts, but no matter how well they hide, there is always a trace to follow, that is the shadow.
Ghosts have no shadows, and this has never changed from ancient times to the present.
Shen Bing gently tugged at my sleeve and whispered in my ear, "It's so strange, why is she combing her hair all the time?"
I turned my head and whispered in her ear: "Female ghosts all have this problem, one is combing their hair, the other is painting their skin..."
Shen Bing shuddered and quickly covered her mouth. Painted Skin is the scariest story in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. A new version of the movie has just been made. Talking about it at night is simply asking for trouble.
I held her little hand and squeezed it gently, signaling her not to be too scared, as I was here. Then I put my eyes on the small hole in the window paper again. I saw that the woman put down the comb, picked up a small mirror in her left hand, and picked up an eyebrow pencil in her right hand, as if she was drawing eyebrows on her face. This small temple is about a hundred meters away from the village, and is closest to the house with lights on. There is only a ravine between them. I whispered to Shen Bing that there was something strange there, and asked her to be careful and follow me closely. She was not as scared as before because she had a talisman in her hand, and nodded calmly.
I turned off the flashlight. Although it was windy and dark, I had already seen the terrain ahead clearly. It was just a ravine and there were no dangerous areas. I walked quietly in the dark.
When I got there, I looked up and saw a small white flag fluttering in the wind on the roof. I whispered a spell and took back the small white flag.
This house is located on a slope, built with stones against the mountain wall. In the north, wood is rarely used to build houses, especially in our area, where most of them are built with stones against the mountain. Some even have holes in the mountain wall, which is very similar to the cave dwellings in Yan'an. People living in the mountains like this are relatively poor and backward, because there is no water source, and they often rely on the weather for harvest when they open up wasteland in the mountains. Water is very precious to them.
There was a staircase in front of the house. We tiptoed up to it and lay down under the window sill. The window still followed the traditional wooden lattice, without glass, but sealed with window paper. I extended my index finger, dipped it in saliva, and carefully made a small hole in the window paper. Shen Bing also followed my example, dug a small hole in the window paper, and stretched her head to look inside.
The room was very small, barely enough space for a wooden bed and a table. An oil lamp was placed on the old-fashioned and worn-out table, emitting a dim red light.
A woman sat in front of the window with her back to us, combing her hair with a wooden comb. In front of her was a small round mirror on the table. From my angle, I could only see the top of the woman's hair and the way she combed her hair, but not her face.
After watching for a while, I found that the woman was combing her hair. There was no one else in the room except her. This made me feel weird and I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine.
Why is this so? Because when we came here, there was only light on the window, and no shadow was seen. But now we see this woman sitting at the window. Under normal circumstances, under the illumination of the oil lamp, her shadow would definitely be projected on the window. Why is it not there
The more I thought about it, the weirder it seemed, and I couldn't help but get goose bumps all over my body.
But I have opened my yin-yang eyes, so why can't I see what's wrong with her? This is not unreasonable, because some ghosts are good at restraining their ghostly aura, especially at night when their spiritual power is the strongest, they will become as difficult to distinguish as living people. This kind of ghost is at least above the level of fierce ghosts, but no matter how well they hide, there is always a trace to follow, that is the shadow.
Ghosts have no shadows, and this has never changed from ancient times to the present.
Shen Bing gently tugged at my sleeve and whispered in my ear, "It's so strange, why is she combing her hair all the time?"
I turned my head and whispered in her ear: "Female ghosts all have this problem, one is combing their hair, the other is painting their skin..."
Shen Bing shuddered and quickly covered her mouth. Painted Skin is the scariest story in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. A new version of the movie has just been made. Talking about it at night is simply asking for trouble.
I held her little hand and squeezed it gently, telling her not to be too scared because I was here. Then I pressed my eyes against the small hole in the window paper. The woman put down the comb, picked up a small mirror with her left hand, and picked up an eyebrow pencil with her right hand, as if she was drawing eyebrows on her face.