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  Chapter 715 Don't look back on the night road

  “My grandfather dropped out of school when he was young, and because of his poor family, he has been doing odd jobs for others to make ends meet.”

"One day, my grandfather went to another village to carry goods. When he came back, it was already dark. The mountain road was winding and winding, and there were no people around. He quickened his pace in fear, but the goods on his back were heavy, so he was not walking fast. .”

  "When passing a bend on the side of the mountain, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, as if they were following him all the way."

  “There is a saying in my grandfather’s hometown that you can’t look around when you walk at night, let alone turn back, so my grandfather never dared to look back, so he could only walk forward with a heavy basket on his back.”

"But the faster he walked, the faster the footsteps. At night, the birds were silent, the leaves in the forest were rustling, my grandfather's heart was beating like thunder, and his back was wet with cold sweat. Just as the footsteps were getting closer and closer to him. When he was approaching, he suddenly saw a fork in front of him, so he rushed to the fork leading to the village."

"He originally thought that the road he chose was closer to a crowded place, and the things following him would never dare to follow him, but he didn't expect the footsteps to follow. Not only did they follow, but someone reached out and patted him. shoulder!"

"For a moment, he felt a cold air rushing down his shoulders, his head was buzzing, and he froze in place, not daring to move, but at this moment the person behind him made a voice: 'Young man, I'm a little scared walking alone at night, let's Walk together.'"

   "My grandfather turned his head when he heard the voice. He was a middle-aged man dressed in local clothes. He shook his legs and took the cigarette from the other party. The two chatted and walked at night."

   "On the way, my grandfather drank a few more sips of the wine that the middle-aged man handed him. The heat escaped and he was full of energy. The two chatted and walked away."

   "Not long after, the middle-aged man proposed to take a break, and my grandfather agreed without thinking too much. The two of them chatted and laughed with a little wine and a cigarette."

  “However, the middle-aged man had no intention of continuing on the road after one cigarette after another. My grandfather was in a hurry to go home, so he said: ‘I have to go home, let’s talk another day.’”

   "I didn't expect the middle-aged man to change color when he heard the words. He slapped my grandfather on the chest and shouted: 'Who will talk to you another time!'"

"Grandfather got dizzy from alcohol for a while, and when he regained consciousness, the middle-aged man had disappeared, and the place where he was was a cemetery, undulating and gloomy, and the thing he was chatting with the middle-aged man just now was impressively A tombstone!"

  “My grandfather ran away in fright. When he came out of the cemetery, he realized that he had never reached the fork in the road. He didn’t dare to continue walking, so he went to a mountain hunter’s self-built house not far away.”

"He lived in a remote mountainous area. At that time, there were many people hunting in the mountains. Although the self-built house was simple and simple, it had beds and quilts. My grandfather wanted to go in and hide for a night before leaving in the daytime. Who would have thought that he would lie down in the house. There were 'click' and 'click' footsteps outside, stopping and stopping, as if they were going around the house."

   "My grandfather was covered in cold sweats, but the young man was full of anger. After being frightened, a wave of anger arose. He picked up the stool and rushed out to fight to the death."

"The sound of 'click click' is still there, but there is no one in the bamboo forest. My grandfather searched for a while and found out that the sound was made by the dry bamboo shoot shells on the bamboo. When the wind blows, it will make a sound, and it sounds like footsteps at night. Not only is it on the bamboo, but two bamboo shoot shells are hung on the back of his basket by someone who doesn’t know.”

   "At this point, he relaxed and went back to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing all night, so he hurried home with the goods when it was dawn the next day."

"Unexpectedly, when he passed by the river, he heard footsteps again, and he couldn't help feeling angry. He was about to curse the person who hung the bamboo shoot shells on his back basket, but suddenly remembered that he took off the bamboo shoot shells from the back basket last night and threw them away. It fell, and a man was drowned by this river not long ago, his hairs stood on end, he didn't look back, he threw his back basket and ran towards home."

   "When he got home, he found a bruised five-fingerprint on his chest. He was sick for several days. After he got better, he didn't delve into what happened that night, but stopped walking at night."

   "As for who hung up the bamboo shoot shell, who the middle-aged man was, and what the sound of his footsteps by the river was, that's unknown."

   At this point Xu Ruosi stopped, took a breath and said, "My story is over."

  The room fell silent, and the candlelight on the wax figurine danced for a while. After a while, Xie Ling took a deep breath, "Is the story you told true?"

  Xu Ruosi glanced at her, "What do you think?"

  Xie Ling rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, "It's really scary... such a scary story should meet the requirements of the game, right?"

  As soon as she finished speaking, the room began to rise. Xu Ruosi straightened her clothes and stood up.

   "When you get the clue, remember to wait for us outside." Xie Ling asked worriedly: "It's safer for everyone to go together."

  Xu Ruosi didn't respond to her words, and when the room stopped, she walked towards the door.

   Several people on the table paid attention, but no one took this opportunity to follow.

   "I don't know what clues she will get..." Xie Ling murmured.

  Xu Huo glanced at the vents in the room, and when the room sank, he asked, "Who will come next?"

   "I'll come, I'll come!" Long Aotian hurriedly said: "I have a strange story I heard from a friend, it's very scary!"

  The other three didn't grab it, and when the room stopped, he began to speak.

  “My friend’s hometown has a salt farm. There are many people working there, but during the holidays, the workers will all leave, so the boss has to invite someone to watch the farm. You will be paid for one night.”

"However, the location of this salt farm is far away from the place of residence, and there are no people around, and it is said that bad things have happened there, so adults are reluctant to go. The boss usually finds some half-grown young people through middlemen. , very courageous, and I have never heard the rumors about the salt farms before."

   "One day, the salt field was on vacation. The middleman found a cousin of my friend and gave him money to go to the field. His uncle agreed without saying a word."

   "The field is usually watched at night, so he went to the salt field after dinner in the evening."

   "I never thought that his grandma would come when it was dark, and said that he had invited an old master to tell his fortune. He calculated that he would have a calamity tonight, so it was best not to go out."

"But the person has already left. His grandma is getting old and there are no other young and middle-aged people in the family, so he had to go to another house to call for someone. Finally, he called someone who was related to him to go with him. It was already very late. At this time, my friend My cousin can see the salt field."

   "He was walking on a small path on the hillside. He stood high and looked far away. Before he went down, he saw that the salt drying field was full of people. They were pushing and turning, shouting constantly, and working in full swing!"

  (end of this chapter)