Dreaming of 1988, I have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts

"What's going on?" grandma asked anxiously.

"You said you were scared, that's why I came to invite you."

The visitor was Huang Xiaojun, who lived next door to Wang Erming and was 15 years old.

I also know Wang Erming, who is the same age as Huang Xiaojun, also 15 years old. He has been farming at home since he graduated from elementary school. He is known as Wang Erhun.

He was not doing his job properly and often did petty thefts. He was always involved in fights. Relying on his tall and strong figure, he often bullied the children in the village.

Although Huang Xiaojun grew up with him, he was often bullied by him.

When my grandmother was young, she was the only fortune teller in the village. Locally, she was called a "Ma Jiao". It was a family inheritance. Usually, fortune tellers are men. But because she was the only daughter in the family, the skill could only be passed down to her in this generation.

In fact, Ma Jiao at that time had some knowledge of yin and yang, and also understood some medical principles of traditional Chinese medicine.

When she was young, she would help people with fortune-telling from time to time. But after my father passed away, she stopped doing that. She felt that the bad fortune of her family was due to her being a female fortune teller.

Later, everyone in the village went to ask for help from the people in the next village. Perhaps the situation was urgent, so Huang Xiaojun had to come to ask my grandmother for help.

"Then let's go!" Grandma didn't refuse. She put the vegetables in her hand on the windowsill, took my hand and walked away with Huang Xiaojun.

On the way, Huang Xiaojun told us what happened.

Everyone went to the party today because Wang Erming had beaten up Huang Xiaojun's cousin Huang Xiaofeng during the day, and a few people were so angry that they wanted to teach him a lesson.

During the banquet, Huang Xiaojun and several other children of similar age sat at the same table. They deliberately tried to get close to Wang Erming and told him some ghost stories.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Huang Xiaojun deliberately asked him when he left.

"I'm not afraid!" Wang Erming said confidently.

"If you're not afraid, go back alone. We still have to go to Zhang Chunping's house to play for a while."

Huang Xiaojun said.

The other few people usually didn't like Wang Erming and seldom played with him, not to mention that they didn't invite him. After a pause, he walked home alone without saying a word.

While he was not paying attention, several people tied a rope on his clothes. At the other end of the rope was tied a bunch of dry lotus leaves, and a piece of cloth was placed underneath the dry lotus leaves.

When several people saw him leaving, they all dispersed.

Wang Erming pulled a piece of dry grass from the roadside and shaved his teeth while humming a tune and dragging a dry lotus leaf as he walked back. As he walked, the piece of cloth that was padding under the lotus leaf was dragged off.

Every time he took a step, the dry lotus leaves dragged on the ground made a rustling sound. When he stopped, the sound stopped. When he walked again, the rustling sound started again. He turned his head and looked back, but there was nothing in it but darkness.

After walking a few more steps, he heard a rustling sound. Wang Erming was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Thinking about the ghost stories his friends had just told him, he felt a little scared.

Suddenly, a humming sound came from not far away, shrill and hoarse, with a long tone, which made people feel creepy and chilled.

In fact, this sound was deliberately made by Huang Xiaojun and his men while they were hiding, with the purpose of scaring Wang Erming.

Wang Erming cried out and ran forward quickly, shouting "There's a ghost!" As he ran, the rustling sound of the dry lotus leaves behind him became louder. He ran forward desperately, but the sound behind him kept chasing him.

He was so frightened that his soul left his body. Wang Xiaojun and a few others laughed so hard that they fell backwards, and followed Wang Erming back home.

Wang Erming ran back, and the dry lotus leaves he was dragging behind him were torn off at some point. He stepped into the gate, shouted "There's a ghost!", and then fainted on the ground.

Wang's father, mother and Wang Daming had finished the banquet first and returned home long ago. When they saw Wang Erming lying unconscious on the ground, they hurried to check on him.

It was discovered that Wang Erming's pupils had dilated and his eyes were wide open, as if he was frightened out of his wits.

"Erming, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Wang cried miserably.

Wang's father and Wang Daming hurriedly lifted Wang Erming to the bed. At this time, Huang Xiaojun also came back leisurely and heard the shouting from next door.

When I looked over, I saw Wang Erming looking like he was scared to death. I was also shocked and stood there motionless.

"Xiaojun, go call your grandmother Xu quickly, Erming might be scared to death!"

Huang Xiaojun's father rushed over after hearing the news and yelled, which made Huang Xiaojun break out in a cold sweat. So he crawled over to find my grandmother.

When the three of us arrived at Wang Erming's house, grandma was welcomed by Wang's father and mother into the room where Wang Erming was.

The room was not big, so I didn't go in. I stood at the door. Huang Xiaojun clasped his hands and stood at the door, looking inside.

In fact, he just wanted to teach Wang Erming a lesson and tell him not to bully the children in the village again. He didn't expect that Wang Erming was so timid that he was scared half to death.

I stood at the gate and looked out casually.

There was an illusory figure on the Wang family's threshing ground, wandering in the dim moonlight. I looked carefully and couldn't believe my eyes. The figure was actually Wang Erming. Wasn't he sleeping in the room?

I rubbed my eyes again and looked at the illusory figure again. Yes, it was Wang Erming. I was very surprised and horrified, and all the hairs on my body stood up.

Could it be that after traveling to this era, I have gained the ability to see ghosts and spirits?

After calming myself down, I looked at the figure again. The figure had a confused look on his face and kept pacing back and forth on the threshing floor. I didn't know what he wanted to do.

I guess Wang Erming’s three souls were scared away and two of them were lost. He was wandering outside and couldn’t find the way back.

I hurried to the door of the room and saw grandma rolling her eyes at Wang Erming, shaking her head from time to time, with a sigh on her face.

"You're scared out of your wits. Wait for me to call you back. See if you can come back after I call you back."

Mother Wang was wiping her tears while Father Wang brought incense, candles and paper as requested by Grandma. Grandma lit three incense sticks and placed them on the altar in the main hall of the Wang family.

He then lit the two candles placed next to the incense altar, and the flames meandered upwards. He then lit the fire paper and threw it on the ground.

Then he took an iron ladle and went to Wang Erming's room, muttering something, knocking on the iron ladle with chopsticks, and calling Wang Erming's name.

I looked at Wang Erming's soul outside, and there was still no reaction, so I walked outside when no one was paying attention.

I was not afraid either, and walked straight to Wang Erming's soul. He could actually see me.

"Feng'er, why are you here? What are you doing in my house in the middle of the night?"

Wang Erming's soul looked at me in surprise.

"Brother Erming, why don't you come into the house? It's so late, why are you still wandering around the threshing ground?"

I didn't answer him, but asked him instead.

Wang Erming's spirit turned around and looked at the front door of his house, and said in bewilderment:

"I don't know. I wanted to go in, but I couldn't get into the house."

I was also stunned and didn't know what to say. Suddenly, a dark shadow jumped out from under my feet with a whoosh.

I saw clearly that it was a black snake with round eyes. It twisted its body and spit out its tongue towards Wang Erming's soul.

Suddenly it jumped up and was about to bite Wang Erming's calf. Wang Erming's soul was frightened, jumped up with a cry, and quickly ran towards the door of his house.

"It moved, it moved, Erming's hand moved."

Before I could react, I heard Huang Xiaojun exclaim.