Lingjian Ghost Story: Fenglu Hanzhang

"The grave has no owner, the incense has no tears. The candle has no bones, and the ghost has no heart. In a dark place where there is no light, listen carefully to the ghosts singing..." The blind grandmother at the head of the village murmured these words in a sinister manner. Every time she reads it, she throws a black bean into the broken earthen jar in front of her. Surprisingly, she is clearly a blind old man, but she can always throw the bean in accurately.

Erwa took Chang An to the Weihe River to catch fish and play, and encouraged him there, "I heard that there are a lot of strange and interesting little fish in the Weihe River this season, and some of them have red fins." , and the tail is longer than the body! Let's catch two and bring them home to play with!"

Chang An is not interested in the fish in the Weihe River, but what he misses in his heart is the ghost of the Weihe River, that gentle and elegant ghost that people can't help getting close to.Of course, he can't tell others about this, Erwa would faint from fright... Chang An could only smile and agree with Erwa who was excited: "Okay, I'll give it to you later." You grab a few and bring them up."

The two passed by the home of the blind grandma at the head of the village, and vaguely heard grandma mumbling strange words there again. Erwa shivered all over, and pulled Chang An's sleeves to get out of here quickly.

But before they left, the blind grandma rushed out madly!She rushed in front of Chang An with a terrifying face, grabbed Chang An's wrist accurately, and asked sharply, "Did you go to that bridge at night! Why are you so ghostly?"

Chang An was taken aback by her sudden grab, and her heart trembled after hearing her words. How could this grandma know that she had been to Guancai Bridge?But Chang An was afraid of bringing disaster to Meng Cangwu, so he pretended to be calm and said: "It's late at night, how could I go to the bridge, let alone have any ghost spirit, grandma, you made a mistake!" He tried to break free while talking. Grandma squeezed her hand tightly.

The blind granny refused to let go, and warned with a sullen face, "That's not an ordinary bridge, it's a cursed coffin! Young man, don't be fascinated by the ghost and die at a young age... ...."

Chang An was really fascinated, hearing her slander Meng Cangwu so much, he felt a little displeased, what a ghost, Cangwu is so gentle!But he would not be so stupid as to recruit Meng Cangwu, so he could only patiently appease the old man and said: "I know, grandma, I will be careful at night, just don't go to the bridge. Don't worry, we still have something to do, first let's go."

Chang An gave Erwa a look for help, and Erwa helped Chang An pull out his wrist knowingly.Chang An felt that his wrist was aching after being gripped by the blind granny for a while. Normally, an old man at such an age shouldn't have such great strength?

He took a closer look at the hand of the blind granny, and saw that the shriveled and shriveled hands like withered tree bark were densely covered with gray and black spots, which were different from ordinary age spots, and they all showed exactly the same pattern, square and square. Clearly, it looks like a mouthful of coffins...

Chang An is a little flustered now, what is going on, is it really related to Meng Cangwu?He... doesn't look like he's going to hurt anyone... Chang An was distracted uneasily, and Erwa thought he was frightened by this crazy grandma, so she hurriedly dragged him away.

Seeing that Chang An hadn't recovered, Erwa called him worriedly: "Brother Chang An, are you alright?" Chang An heard him call her, looked up as if nothing happened, and replied, "I'm fine, don’t worry."

Erwa comforted Chang An with a cheerful expression: "Brother Chang An, don't take the old woman's words seriously, she is always like this, talking crazy, talking all kinds of crazy things. My parents have said it, stay away from her. Let's take a detour in the future, don't go there."

Chang An casually nodded, and said "Mmm", but his eyes were staring blankly at the gentle flowing water of the Wei River, with mixed feelings in his heart, that bridge...that ghost...Meng Cang Wu...