Soul Ghost

Chapter 8

Or maybe as I expected, I didn't have nightmares anymore. I felt that the situation of the long river had improved a lot. I believed that he was no longer troubled by the nightmares, just like me.

In order to develop the economy of Xiufeng Village, we started to get busy again.

###Chapter8,Little Ye s Telling a Story

Two weeks later, a new secretary came to the countryside to take over Xiao Wang's work. It was a girl who had just graduated from school. Her name was Ye Caiping, happy and cheerful. Because of her appearance, she added some vitality to the country. Xiao Wang's death was slowly removed. After we were no longer troubled by nightmares, the Changhe returned to normal.

As the development of the Qingquan Village was in progress, the long river gradually rose and everything returned to its original state.

Although it hurt the death of Little King, it was finally over.

After drinking, the long river spoke with great sadness, "Nanping, I understand now. That night, that image, why did he reach out a finger?"

Her thoughts were stirred up again. When she thought of Little Wang, her heart was filled with sadness. After listening to the Changhe's words, she became a bit curious and raised her head to look at him.

The river said word by word, "A finger is, a person!"

I suddenly understood. It stretched out a finger. So its intention was to take a person's life?! Was that so? Was that so?

"So, is it because of Little Wang's death that I and Little River can be saved?"

Little Wang, that young life, was gone just like that. We actually couldn't do anything about it. Should we rejoice that that person wasn't us? No, at least I didn't have this kind of feeling. If, if we couldn't explain the supernatural things, we were more proactive like him, or maybe we wouldn't have lost him. Now that his death protected us, we couldn't understand. In this matter, he had been looking for a way to solve it, even asking for a talisman. Why, why did he go?

The party at the restaurant was still ongoing. The atmosphere was gloomy without Little Wang, but Little Ye was a lovely girl. She was lively and made everyone more or less happy.

The days should have returned to normal.

Are days really going back to normal like this? But why do I still have some hidden concerns in my heart?

The long river no longer walked the night road. As long as he got off work, he would go back immediately. If there was something late to discuss, he would not go back and would sleep with me or the whole country.

Now, I seemed to be able to relax and go down with the Purple Moon Flower in the past month. However, because of that inexplicable concern, and because the town plan had been updated, I still had a long way to go to catch up with her.

After that failed relationship in college, I didn't seem to be so passionate about love. Of course, I didn't want to fall in love with anyone except Wu Shan. It was just that I couldn't make myself devoted to it.

Is there any expectation in my heart? Then, what am I looking forward to? The website. I can only attribute this feeling to my busy work and Little Wang's death, so I'm not in the mood for it now.

It was still early after dinner, and the day was longer in August. I passed by Xiao Wang's room when I returned to the dormitory. I hesitated and gently pushed the door open.

Little Wang's room had been empty since he died. When I packed up his belongings, I had taken away the talisman attached everywhere in his room. But now when I opened the door, I felt a breath. I couldn't tell what it was. It felt very warm, very familiar, and very special. However, the room was empty, there was nothing, nothing.

Just as before, the TV on the platform had been moved away, leaving only an empty space there. I sat down on the chair slowly and looked at the empty bed, looking at the table in front of me. When I was alive, my favorite plan was to bring it back to the dormitory, turn on the desk lamp, and wrote under the lamp. He said that it was better to get inspiration in his dormitory before cooking. He had a good aptitude for writing. Whether it was the local government, the common trials, manuscripts, plans, plans, or plans, they were always completed in multiple ways. Most of them were completed on this table. Now the desk lamp had been moved, and the table was empty, making people inexplicably sad.

He released a light sigh, and then he was shocked to discover that this strange feeling had surfaced again. Really, there was a type of extremely familiar feeling that circled around me. It was a kind of feeling that he couldn't describe. If he didn't personally experience it, he wouldn't be able to sense it.

The window was open. The evening breeze blew in gently and touched the curtains. The weather was very good these days, and the air stirred the mature mellow fragrance of the book. I walked slowly to the window, and there was nothing in front of it. But I clearly felt that I was not the only one here.

He rubbed his temples gently. "This is my illusion again."

"Bang bang." There was a knock on the door. The knock was intermittent, and the person who knocked on the door was uncertain. I walked over and opened the door. It was Li Country.

When he saw me, he took a long breath and said, "Nanping, it's you. Why don't you turn on the light?"

I smiled, knowing what he was trying to say. "It's still early. Let's come in and take a look. That's why we didn't turn on the lights."

The nation smiled embarrassedly. He walked in and walked around before saying to me, "Nanping, don't think too much. Go to bed early."

After sending the country away, she returned to the table and sat down. She took all the daily necessities of the prince, but she also left some books and looked at them. Time slowly passed.

The familiar feeling came over again, and the wind blew in through the window. It felt a little cold. I went to close the window. On the ninth day of August, the upper part of the moon was shining coldly. I drew the curtains, and the irregular shadow of the flowers was reflected on the window. It was obvious that the flowers were gone, sometimes big and sometimes small.

Suddenly, an inexplicable fear hit her, and her heart began to beat faster.

I didn't understand why I had such a feeling. I stood up with a shout. I clearly felt that Xiao Wang was smiling at me. He was still so clear, with a little lazy smile.

I punched Wang on the shoulder and felt it for real. I said, "Where have you been these days?"

"I'm heading home!" His smile was sincere and warm.

"You didn't tell me when you got home. I had a dream the day before yesterday. I saw you in a car accident!"

"Haha, you cursed me again. How could you have a car accident?"

So, he happily took his hand. Suddenly, the little king in front of him disappeared. "My name is Little King!"

There was a sudden chill behind him. He turned around and saw Little Wang. His eyes were protruding outward and his face was covered in blood... Which one was Little Wang? Which one was Little Wang? It suddenly occurred to him that Little Wang had a car accident. It wasn't his dream. What was this figure, who was getting closer and closer to him, doing with his bloody eyes? What was he going to do to me?

He could not see his expression clearly with his ferocious face.

Suddenly, he heard a hollow voice. "Come and accompany me, you come..."

He walked over to me, moving straight under his feet. He didn't bend his knees. Wasn't the legendary ghost walking in this way? Somehow the wind blew his hair backward one by one, so that I could see clearly in his eyes.

His hand slowly stretched forward. His pale hand, his pale hand. This hand... was not Little Wang's hand. I began to take a step back. One step, one step. It was as if there were shackles on my foot. It was so heavy that I couldn't lift it up. I began to feel anxious, and sweat began to pour out.

His face slowly changed, becoming blurry, finally disappearing. His hand slowly reached in front of me, and then, stopped. In my eyes that were gradually fading away, a image appeared,the finger that was raised high, the pale finger, and the index finger!

Finally, he broke down and let out a cry from his throat, "Ah!"

Awakened, the closed windows and doors were reflected on the irregular flower tables outside the window. Except for that, there was nothing, including the wind.

She didn't sleep well last night, so she felt a little dizzy today.

She felt that her spirits were not as good as before, but her enthusiasm for work was still as strong as before. Was it because she was not in good spirits that she returned to that dream, or was it because she had suffered too much recently?

At work in the afternoon, Xiao Ye was chatting with Zheng Mingjian, and it was not time for her to go to work. So, Changhe joined her. The long-lost laughter sounded again.

"I saw a story yesterday. It's a very good story. Do you want to hear it? I can share it with you." Lil' Ye said.

The country laughed and said, "How wonderful the story is! Tell us. If it's not good enough, I'll treat you to supper tonight!"

Xiao Ye said with a smile, "How can it be like this? I'm too tired to tell a story, and my mouth is watering. If you don't treat me well, I'll have to pay a lot of money. I'll feel mental pressure!"

Zheng Ming Jian smiled and said, "You're right. If you have a good time, we'll treat you to supper."

"The story told me that three scholar- about going to the capital city to take the imperial examination together, and met a fortune-teller on the way. Therefore, the three of them went to ask the fortune-teller. Who among them had the opportunity to get the title of the golden list? The fortune-teller stretched out a finger for a while. The three of them were puzzled and then asked in detail, but Mr.bund was the secret of heaven. The three of them couldn't get the answer, so they had to leave. After the imperial examination, the three fortune-tellers all said that the fortune-teller was awesome and accurate. It turned out that there was a mystery in this finger. Maybe only one of the three of them was not a fortune-teller, or just one of them was a part of the fortune-teller, or maybe one was a part of the fortune-teller. Hehe, you said that this fortune-teller was brilliant. How could he make the three of the fortune-teller admire him!"

Lil' Ye laughed. I looked at the river, and my face was ashen. That night, I clearly saw a finger of the shadow. We went to three people, and Little Wang was dead. Then, what did that finger mean? Was it also like what Lil' Ye told us in the story, that we should guess whether there was only one dead, or only one alive? Or not a single one?

Lil' Ye smiled very happily. "Such a philosophical story. Of course, it's a good story. Would you like to treat me to supper tonight?"