Wang Yiqiu made a ghost friend.

It is not appropriate to say "friend". That "friend" is really old. He was over 80 years old when he died and had been dead for three years.

The old man's name is Ma Zheng. He originally lived in the community where Wang Yiqiu's family is located, but he had never met Wang Yiqiu's family. Wang Yiqiu didn't know about the things before and after his death. However, the old man and the old man on the street of Wang Yiqiu's family often meet at the community activity center. The two old men are tea friends, chess friends, and card friends. Wang Yiqiu also met him when he was walking over and visiting his old friend.

Both of them thought that the other party had bad intentions, but they met and then dispelled the misunderstanding after they spoke. Ma Zheng also taught Wang Yiqiu something about ghosts. He had seen the ghost that Wang Yiqiu had met several times.

"... It's a lonely ghost who came from other places, and he has no ability, just to scare people. If he is timid, he might be scared to get sick. He just wants to scare people and make people burn paper... This was the case before. When he met a little ghost, burn some paper and ask the little ghost to put it on. Now maybe no one has done that. If he wants to scare people, he will scare the old man and the old lady." Ma Zheng sighed to Wang Yiqiu, "If this is not done well, he will scare people into the hospital. I heard that the neighborhood next door is the community on the east side, and there is an old lady who is scared."

When Wang Yiqiu heard Ma Zheng’s words, he nodded from time to time.

She had already asked Ma Zheng how to hold a dream. There was actually no way to do this. As Jiang Longchang said, it all depends on one heart and will.

She also asked Ma Zheng how to use mobile phones and other items, but Ma Zheng had no tricks, but it was all based on his will.

"Don't worry, you'll do it slowly." Ma Zheng advised gently.

Wang Yiqiu smiled far-fetchedly, and the worries in her eyes could not be hidden at all.

Ma Zheng had no good idea. He didn't know how to use his mobile phone at all. Wang Yiqiu taught him step by step, and he couldn't learn it well. Wang Yiqiu was embarrassed to toss the old man.

As for the handwritten letters, it is not very suitable for Ma Zheng. This is embarrassing. Ma Zheng never went to school at that time and was just an illiterate person. After he became an adult, he studied for a few years of literacy classes. For such a long time, there was no problem in recognizing common words. If he had to write it himself, he would stumbling, and even the chariot, horses and cannons, and even the whiteness in the middle was not smooth.

Ma Zheng was enthusiastic and chatted with Wang Yiqiu every day, and wanted to introduce some ghost friends to her.

Only then did Wang Yiqiu realize that there were really many ghosts in the community.

"Most of them will be reincarnated after not long. I am soon. My great-grandson is about to be born." Ma Zheng smiled happily.

He waited for three years, just waiting for his great-grandson to be born. He was originally waiting for his grandson to marry, but after seeing his grandson get married, he thought about seeing his great-grandson be born. The days he stayed in the world were also dragged down day by day.

None of them had the idea of ​​going to Fengdu.

If you are not familiar with the place, it is better to stay in the world if you go there. At least some old neighbors can chat and see family and friends, which is not lonely. If you want to be reborn, you can choose a good family in advance.

"It's better to prepare early." Ma Zheng also advised Wang Yiqiu, "I had been watching a young couple before, but unfortunately my grandson's belly was not good, otherwise I would have seen my great-grandson and went to reincarnate. The young couple's belly would have been taken away by Lao Zhou."

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Yiqiu with regret, "If you are a boy, I will let you into my grandson's wife's stomach."

Wang Yiqiu was not very used to Ma Zheng's words, so she could only smile awkwardly and continue to fiddle with the cell phone on the table.

"Hey, I won't say it anymore. I know you young people don't like to say this. Girls are also pretty good." Ma Zheng took his hands behind his back and took two steps, "I'll go home first. Let's see you tomorrow."

Wang Yiqiu paused his attempt and sent Ma Zheng downstairs.

In a flash, she saw a figure standing by the window of the building opposite.

The man shouted at the top of his throat, making Ma Zheng raise his head.

The two old men greeted each other and shouted a few words.

Wang Yiqiu stood aside and did not join the conversation between the two ghosts. She couldn't understand what the two ghosts were saying. They spoke in foreign dialects, but for Wang Yiqiu, it was the difference from foreign languages.

The ghosts Ma Zheng knew were naturally similar to him. Illiterate, dialect, accent, dull ears, and not knowing about mobile phones... All of these became obstacles for Wang Yiqiu to seek help. Even if some old people who could write existed, Ma Zheng was not familiar with them. He did not dare to introduce those ghosts to Wang Yiqiu rashly, and Wang Yiqiu did not dare to lead those ghosts home casually.

This is one of the popular science content Ma Zheng gave to Wang Yiqiu. She had never considered this risk when she pulled Ma Zheng into her house and wanted him to help deliver the message.

"...You can't let ghosts enter the house at will." Ma Zheng solemnly warned Wang Yiqiu.

Wang Yiqiu recorded it, but she was not particularly wary. The ghosts in her concept are not the same as ghosts in the concept of an elderly person like Ma Zheng. She believes that even if no one leads the way, some ghosts can still enter other people's homes and then harm people's lives.

Wang Yiqiu was distracted for a moment and remembered the female ghost who killed her.

"Then I'll leave." Ma Zheng turned around and greeted Wang Yiqiu.

Wang Yiqiu nodded and watched Ma Zheng leave. After disappearing on the road in the community, she looked up at the window before. The old man who didn't know her identity was gone. It seemed that the other party had no intention of knowing her.

Wang Yiqiu turned around and went home.

She skillfully walked through the big iron door, went upstairs step by step, and then passed through the security door of her home.

The lights at home were turned off. Li Jingjing and Wang Sheng were already asleep. There were still cigarettes in the living room. There were no sparks in the incense burner. The incense offered by Li Jingjing and Wang Sheng tonight had been burned.

Wang Yiqiu's footsteps paused slightly.

She didn't feel anything at all. Ma Zheng's kindness to her was true, but Ma Zheng was willing to come to chat with her every day and talk about ghosts, not all because of his enthusiasm and kindness. Ma Zheng was very coveted by the fragrance provided by Li Jingjing and Wang Sheng to Wang Yiqiu. Every time he came, he always took a deep breath and felt the fragrance.

Wang Yiqiu didn't know what the use of these incense was. She herself didn't feel any benefits from it.

Wang Yiqiu looked at the location of her little mourning hall for a while before entering the bedroom.

She became more interested in her phone again.

After trying three or four times, she smelled the fragrance. In addition to the fragrance, there was also the smell emitted when the paper money burned.

Wang Yiqiu was stunned and subconsciously ran out of the bedroom.

There was a little scarlet fire in the incense burner. The sparks were reflected on her remains, as if a red mole was pointed on the center of her eyebrows.

The smell of burning paper money floats in from the outdoors.

Wang Yiqiu's heart thrilled, and she hurried to the balcony and looked out.

Just in the large green belt downstairs, a ball of fire was burning.

Unlike the burning paper money I usually see, outside the flame, the circle outlined on the lawn is not white, but a bright red like blood. There are many people around the circle, and they all look young.

Wang Yiqiu saw at a glance that there were only two living people in this circle, and the others were ghosts.

The two living people are strangely walking, like people dancing with great gods in ghost movies. They suddenly raised their faces and showed a little redness between their eyebrows.

Wang Yiqiu was stunned.

At this moment, the dull ghosts looked at the flames, raised their feet one after another, and walked into the flames.

The illusory image was engulfed by the fire, and the two living people and the burning flames disappeared.

Nothing was left on the lawn in the green belt.

Wang Yiqiu was stunned for a long time, and felt the cold air at night before trembling.

She retreated back into the house and found that the Mars in the incense burner had disappeared.

But if you look closely at her photo, you can see the red mole that still exists.

Wang Yiqiu touched her eyebrows and shivered.

She felt something, and her figure disappeared from home, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared in front of her nephew Li Yun's bed.

The moonlight shines on the boy's face.

Wang Yiqiu saw a red spot in his eyebrows.

She couldn't help but become frightened and remembered the Weibo account.

That account must have done something again!
Chapter completed!