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◎Ask the rice◎
【ah? 】
But we can see you.
[The anchor can also let us see ghosts]
[But if this person was a ghost anchor, he would have said it long ago.]
Liang Hongning took a deep breath as she spoke. "I don't know what happened at the time. I rushed out when I heard that. I don't even know how I got home."
Perhaps because she ran too fast, when she got home her lungs were burning and her heart was beating so wildly that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her throat.
Liang Hongning's back was against the cold security door, and she was shaking with fear and a sense of absurdity.
"I'm dead? What a joke!" She rushed to the dressing mirror and stared at herself in the mirror.
His face was pale, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were wide open with fear, but his skin was warm and he was still breathing.
Liang Hongning pinched her arm hard, and felt a clear pain.
The figure in the mirror moved in sync with her, and the shadow was clearly visible under her feet.
"It's a hallucination. Granny Chen must have been affected by something and scared me!"
She trembled as she took out her cell phone and called her best friend Xiaoya, practically yelling, "Xiaoya! Xiaoya, where are you?"
"What's up, Hongning? I just got off work and am on the subway. It's so noisy." Xiaoya's voice, over the background noise of the subway, was as genuine as ever. "What's wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?"
Xiaoya made a joke, but it made Liang Hongning tremble all over. She really felt like she had encountered a ghost. No, maybe she was the ghost.
"I went to ask Grandma Chen for help. I wanted to know how my parents were doing." Liang Hongning spoke incoherently.
"Ah? Why do you still believe that?" Xiaoya's voice rose. "I told you Granny Chen is old and blind, and fewer people are visiting her these days. They say the things she ordered are a little... a little...! Is she trying to scare you again? Don't worry about what she says. I'll treat you to hot pot later to calm your nerves."
My friend's reaction couldn't be more normal.
Liang Hongning's tense nerves relaxed a little, but Chen Po's cold words were like a spell, echoing in her mind over and over again, lingering.
She hung up the phone, collapsed on the cold floor, and tried to convince herself with reason.
She has a shadow, feels pain, and her friends can see and communicate with her. How could she be dead?
But once the seeds of doubt are planted, they begin to grow wildly.
Liang Hongning began to pay neurotic attention to every "abnormality" in her body, even those details that she would not care about at all under normal circumstances.
Are your fingertips cooler than usual? Is your heartbeat too slow or too soft?
She walked to the window, the sunlight shone in brightly, and her shadow dragged on the ground. Didn’t it look a little bit unreal?
She always felt that the edge of the shadow was a little vague, as if it would melt in the light at any time.
She also felt that she had encountered some inexplicable things, such as the key that was clearly placed on the shoe cabinet in the entrance in the morning, but was lying in the refrigerator's freezer when she returned home at noon.
She stared at the key ring, feeling a chill down her spine. She had no recollection of ever having touched it.
The cup she used to drink water was on the bedside table the night before, but the next morning it inexplicably appeared under the bed, covered in dust.
The looks in the eyes of her friends and colleagues also became subtle. In the past, Xiaoya would always be beaming with joy when she complained to her about her boss, but now, while they were talking, their eyes would briefly drift across her face, with an indescribable scrutiny, or perhaps fear?
When her colleague Xiao Li handed her the document, his fingers seemed to deliberately avoid contact and his smile became a little stiff.
These subtle changes made her suspicious. Did they also discover something? Were they wondering who this "Liang Hongning" was?
Liang Hongning didn't understand whether these were abnormal or not. Could it be that she was really dead?
Or maybe she has a mental illness.
Thinking of this, Liang Hongning made an appointment with a psychologist the next day, but the psychologist said that she was just too anxious, and the examination showed that she was indeed suffering from moderate anxiety.
The fear accumulated to a peak and turned into almost crazy self-affirmation.
She picked up a fruit knife and scratched the tip of her index finger. A bright red drop of blood instantly appeared and slid down her skin. The real stinging pain and warm liquid gave her a brief sense of being "alive".
But, do the zombies in the movies also bleed?
Late one night, she was washing up in the bathroom.
The cold water hit her face as she tried to wake herself up.
But when she looked up at the mirror, she saw herself looking tired and with a dull look in her eyes.
She raised her hand to wipe away the water droplets on her chin.
At that moment.
Liang Hongning felt that her movements in the mirror seemed to be half a beat, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be raised strangely for an extremely short time, so fast that it seemed like an illusion, but the chill instantly crawled up her spine.
"I was pretty scared at that time." Liang Hongning laughed at himself.
That's when she screamed and jerked back as if she'd been burned, hitting the cold tile wall.
She didn't even bother to turn off the running faucet or the lights. She crawled out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut, as if a ghost was chasing her.
"I didn't dare sleep that night. I just stared at the bathroom. I was very worried about Grandma Chen. I thought she was really strange that day. I looked for her several times, but she had never been like this before."
Liang Hongning took a deep breath. She really suspected that something had happened to Grandma Chen.
[This is scarier than seeing a ghost directly]
[The sense of substitution is too strong, I am already looking at my mirror]
[So the keys and cup were moved by a ghost?]
Jiang Chuxu listened quietly, touching the necklace with her hand. She still insisted on her original idea that Liang Hongning was definitely not a ghost, so the problem was either with Chen Po or the ghost invited by Chen Po.
"Host," Liang Hongning's voice was filled with tears and confusion. "I really don't know what to do now. I'm scared, but I'm more worried about Grandma Chen!"
Jiang Chuxu's gaze fell on Liang Hongning's pale and haggard face, and then on the yin energy around her. The yin energy was so thick that it almost swallowed up Liang Hongning's life fire. She frowned slightly.
"Although you have a big problem." Jiang Chuxu's voice sounded, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"You are surrounded by evil spirits, your life force is shaky, and you are not far from death. But at least now, in my eyes, you are definitely not a dead person, at most you are a dying person."
She paused, her tone taking on a barely perceptible solemnity: "But that Mrs. Chen, she might really have been in trouble."
"Something happened to Grandma Chen?!" Liang Hongning was struck by lightning, her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and even the last bit of luck was shattered. She didn't care at all that Jiang Chuxu had just said that she was a dying person.
She went to look for Grandma Chen many times during this month, but she didn't see her every time. She thought Grandma Chen was just out for something and she just didn't happen to be there every time.
"Anchor, what happened to Grandma Chen?" Liang Hongning's voice suddenly rose, full of anxiety and panic. Grandma Chen was the only person who could make her feel the warmth of an elder after her parents passed away.
[Something really happened to Grandma Chen?!]
[Sure enough! I told you that something was wrong with that question.]
[The girl was so scared herself, but she still cared about Grandma Chen]
"The situation is unclear right now." Jiang Chuxu was straightforward. This was just her current judgment. She couldn't give a definite answer before she saw Grandma Chen.
Liang Hongning tried to recall, her body trembling slightly. "After she finished speaking, her neck seemed to break, her eyes rolled back, and then she was silent."
The horrifying scene reappeared clearly in her mind, causing her stomach to churn and her voice to tremble even more violently.
"No, I have to go find her!" Liang Hongning stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with desperate determination, even overwhelming his own fear.
[Even though I was so scared, I still thought about Grandma Chen]
Go now!
【Let’s go, let’s take you with us】
【It’s better to go during the day now】
"Yeah." Jiang Chuxu didn't stop him. "Go ahead, turn on the camera."
"Thank you, host!" Liang Hongning immediately grabbed her phone as if she had received permission and support for the action.
The camera shook, capturing her quickly putting on her coat, picking up her keys and rushing out of the house.
Liang Hongning hailed a taxi and told Chen Po the address of her village.
The car drove out of the city. The sun was shining brightly, but Liang Hongning's heart was heavy. The closer she got to her destination, the more the chill that followed her like a shadow and that something was staring at her emerged, making her restless.
The driver also muttered: "Why is it so cold when the air conditioning is not on?"
Liang Hongning's face turned pale again. At this time, Jiang Chuxu said, "It's okay, don't worry."
Perhaps Jiang Chuxu's words had some magic, Liang Hongning relaxed.
The car stopped at the entrance of the village, we paid and got off. The village was a little more lively in the morning than at night, but Grandma Chen's old house on the edge of the village still looked lonely and silent.
"Go ask about Grandma Chen first." Jiang Chuxu said.
Liang Hongning didn't know much about Grandma Chen, but other elderly people in the village might know.
Liang Hongning suppressed her palpitations and walked towards a few elderly people who were sitting and chatting under a big tree at the entrance of the village.
"Grandpa Wang, Grandma Li," Liang Hongning recognized two of them. "Have you seen Grandma Chen these past two days? I've looked for her several times, but the door is always locked."
The old man called Grandpa Wang put down his pipe and sighed.
"It's Hongning. I heard some noise in her room yesterday afternoon, banging and banging, like something was being thrown. I asked her about it, and she said it was nothing, that she just accidentally dropped a bowl, so it shouldn't be a big deal."
Grandma Li beside her lowered her voice, a little bit taboo: "Hongning, Chen Po asked if rice was spiritual, but that was in her early years! How did she go blind? Do you know?
When I was young, I asked for guidance once, and I invited something vicious that I shouldn't have! I couldn't win the fight, and it hurt my eyes and my foundation. Fewer people have come to her these days. They say the things she invites are getting more and more vicious, and harder to get rid of. Why would you go to her? Sigh..."
The words of the old people confirmed Jiang Chuxu's speculation and made Liang Hongning's heart sink to the bottom.
She thanked the old man and ran towards Grandma Chen's old house even more anxiously.
The closer we got to the house, the more creepy the feeling of being stared at became; not even the morning sun could dispel the chill.
The gate was closed, bolted from the inside.
This is even more abnormal. Grandma Chen is blind and rarely locks the door from the inside.
"Grandma Chen, Grandma Chen, are you home? Open the door, it's me, Hongning!" Liang Hongning knocked on the door hard, and the voice was particularly clear in the quiet morning.
It was deathly quiet inside.
Fear and anxiety tore at her. Liang Hongning took a few steps back, looked at the door, gritted her teeth, and slammed into it with all her strength.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
After hitting the door several times, she forced it open.
The camera shook violently and swept into the house.
The morning sun slanted in through the open doors and windows, illuminating the flying dust.
The main room was in a mess. The candlestick on the altar had fallen over, the wax had solidified, the incense burner had fallen to the ground, and the ashes were scattered everywhere.
The most shocking thing was that the ground was covered with large areas of burnt rice grains.
"Grandma Chen! Grandma Chen!" Liang Hongning's voice was filled with tears. Holding her cell phone, she walked tremblingly through every corner.
The main room is empty.
Bedroom, empty.
The kitchen is empty.
There was no trace of Grandma Chen, and judging from the appearance of the house, Grandma Chen had been gone for a long time. The food in the cupboard had all gone bad. Grandma Chen would never allow herself to live like this.
"No, she's really not at home." Liang Hongning's heart sank to the freezing point. The huge panic and helplessness made her lean against the door frame.
"Anchor, Grandma Chen is missing! The ground is covered with black rice."
Liang Hongning had asked this several times, and naturally knew that if the rice turned black, it was not a good sign, as it might be caused by too much evil spirits.
At this moment, a vague memory suddenly emerged.
That was when Granny Chen was still in good spirits. During one of our casual conversations, the old lady said, half jokingly and half seriously, "Hongning, if my old bones ever give out, don't bother looking for me. I've left a grave for myself next to the old locust tree west of the mountain behind me. I've even prepared my coffin. I'm an old woman, all alone, so I'll crawl into it and find some peace and quiet."
At that time, Liang Hongning thought it was just the old lady's strange words, but now she felt that Grandma Chen might be there.
"The old locust tree in the back mountain." Liang Hongning murmured to herself. She no longer hesitated, turned around and rushed out of the old house, running towards the back mountain of the village.
Liang Hongning walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, her heart still beating fast.
Finally, we found the old locust tree with tangled roots near the western hillside.
Under the locust tree, there was a pit, and in the pit, a thin-skinned coffin lay quietly.
What made Liang Hongning's scalp tingle instantly was that the coffin lid was not closed tightly, but was tilted to one side.
It's empty inside.
Liang Hongning stood frozen at the edge of the pit, the sunlight shining on her pale face.
She stared at the coffin, her heart pounding.
This pit was dug too early, and it is easy to slip if you stand at the edge of it.
The lid of the coffin was still open, and there was some dirt and footprints inside.
It looked like someone had fallen in.
【Author’s words】
[Lop-eared rabbit head] I will be able to update stably starting tomorrow!
I bought an old house with a missing corner because I was greedy for money. The Feng Shui master said that the northeast corner is the ghost gate and it is easy to attract evil spirits if it is missing.
On the first night after moving in, I clearly heard footsteps coming from the empty northeast corner room.
More than one
Like a lot of people queuing
It seems to be heading towards my bedroom
Should I escape?
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