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

"This is a saying that has been passed down for many years. That place is a forbidden area. Perhaps mortals like us cannot comprehend the mystery behind it." Grandma shook her head.

"Yeah, why did you build the question right next to it? Wouldn't it be better if it was farther away?"

I am really confused. Maybe the leaders don’t believe what people say about the forbidden areas.

It was still very hot at night, and my grandma and I fell into a drowsy sleep in the middle of the night.

After a while, I fell into the dream again, and the man in black appeared.

The facial outline was still so blurry. He stood beside my bed, but I could see the sadness on his face. He no longer had the majesty that he had shown me before, but a warm smile on his face.

"Feng'er, tell them not to touch the Dragon Stone.

He looked at me and spoke to me in his magnetic voice.

"What dragon stone?" I asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it. Just tell them not to move."

He did not answer my question, but simply repeated that the dragon stone should not be touched.

Oh my god, I am a little girl, what do I know? What is a dragon stone? I am confused about why I was told not to touch it. How can I stop others from touching the so-called dragon stone without even telling me clearly?

I was still muttering to myself when the man in black suddenly turned into a black dragon like a whirlwind and flew towards the horizon.

Damn, every time he appears in my dreams, he doesn’t even let me see his face clearly. He comes and goes in a hurry, just leaving a word and flying away, leaving me alone in my messy dreams.

The next day, I got up early and had some rice tea with my grandma.

"Grandma, I want to go to the construction site and take a look."

Because I remembered that the man in the town said yesterday that he wanted to drain the water, so I also wanted to go and see what was going on. Curiosity is something everyone has.

"Okay, go ahead! I'll go in the afternoon. Have you finished your homework?"

My grandma never objects to anything I want to do, but she is worried that I haven't finished my homework.

"I've finished my homework." I have indeed finished my homework. What I have been writing these days are essays. Our Chinese teacher assigned us to write two essays each during the holiday.

Writing an essay is a piece of cake for me. My writing skills have been good since elementary school, and I have already written my fourth essay.

I can't do anything this summer vacation. I can only write essays to kill time. I can calm down and I won't run around outside and get tanned like other kids.

But I want to join in the fun today, and I believe many people have the same idea as me.

Just now, I had just put on my straw hat and hadn’t even gone out when Wang Erming came to find me.

"Feng'er, are you going to the construction site? I've heard about it too. Let's go and take a look together."

He said happily, with a smile on his dark face. It seemed that he had run around outside a lot this summer vacation.

"Well, Erming, keep an eye on Feng'er and be careful."

When grandma knew that Wang Erming was going with me, she felt much more at ease.

The 17-year-old Wang Erming has grown into a big boy, a head taller than me. I feel a little oppressive when standing next to him.

However, I felt relatively safe because at least with him standing by my side, other children would not dare to bully me.

So we walked along the riverbed towards the construction site.

When we arrived at the construction site, we saw a lot of people carrying a high-power water pump and pulling electric wires from a nearby telephone pole.

After a while, the workers threw the pump into the water, and with the roar of the machinery, the water level dropped inch by inch.

After smoking for more than three hours, I stood on the edge and was surprised to find a little black stone-like substance sticking out in the middle.

At this time, the temperature of the beads on my chest rose a little bit, and I held the beads tightly, looking very nervous.

"Feng'er, what's wrong with you? Go home if you don't feel well."

Wang Erming saw that I looked unhappy and advised me to go back.

My mind is blank now, only the words of the man in black last night echo in my ears.

"Tell them not to touch the Dragon Stone. Don't touch the Dragon Stone."

"Tell them not to touch the Dragon Stone. Don't touch the Dragon Stone."

"Feng'er." Wang Erming pulled me when he saw that I didn't answer.

"Oh, I'm fine." I suddenly came to my senses and replied.

"Okay then, let's watch it for a while."

Wang Erming said in a low voice, I ignored him, there were a lot of people watching the fun, it was a sea of ​​people.

We were standing at the very edge, and were almost being pushed into the mud by the people behind us. Wang Erming saw that the situation was not good, and held me tightly with his hands.

More than an hour later, as the water level continued to drop, I could clearly see a large black boulder in the middle. What did it look like? Yes, it looked like a black dragon head.

I suddenly came to my senses. The dragon stone that the man in black mentioned last night should be this.

The water has been almost pumped out, and half of the stone is exposed. I don’t know if other people can see that it is a dragon head, but I can see it clearly.

I estimated that the stone is about 4 meters wide and 6 meters long, and there are ring-shaped ears on the four corners, as if it is used for lifting.

Was this stone carved by humans? Did ancient people place it in this body of water? I couldn't help wondering.

At this time, the pump stopped and people were talking about it.

"The water has been drained, but Xiao Zhao is nowhere to be seen. Where did he go?"

Yes, the one named Xiao Zhao fell in yesterday. Logically, he should be under the water, but now I can’t see anything except that stone. I am also very puzzled.

"Look, what does that black stone look like?"

"can not tell."

With a bang, people were still talking, not knowing that the bored man had thrown a shovel at the stone from a distance.

I looked up and saw a place very close to the stone, probably only about 200 meters away. It shouldn't take much effort to throw it over there.

The sound scared people, including me. After all, people had died here, and the place was shrouded in mystery and eerie horror.

I saw the shovel that was thrown over hit the exposed stone, then fell into the water and disappeared in an instant.

At this time, the crowd was in an uproar. Some screamed, some retreated, and some threw the things in their hands into the room.

Anything thrown over there, except for that thrown on the mud nearby, would disappear instantly once it entered the water.

“Stop throwing things away.”

Seeing that the situation was not good, someone in the crowd shouted, probably a staff member or leader from the town.

I believe that the leader would not remain calm after seeing this scene.

They used the same method to evacuate the crowd, leaving only a few of us who were safe standing by.

At this moment, my heart was pounding. The man in black asked me to remind these people not to move this stone, which must be the stone.

I walked up to the group of people from the town without hesitation. Wang Erming followed me closely, afraid that something might happen to me. They were whispering something to each other.

"Uncle, this stone cannot be moved."

I saw the guy from town who was shouting yesterday and said.

Hearing what I said, they all turned their heads to look at me.

"Little girl, why can't you move?" the man looked at me and said with a smile.

When he asked me this, I was speechless. Yes, why can't I move? Should I tell them that the man in black in the dream told me? I don't believe it myself, let alone these staff and leaders.