This horror story is true

  119: This ghost story is true

  Zhai Wang saw the water flowers stop and also had to stop: "Don't talk nonsense! Let's go!"

  "I won't leave! I... love you... want you... kiss me..." Shui Hua leaned her head on Zhai Wang's shoulder.

  "Stop messing around! How can two people with mouths full of wine fumes kiss?"

  "I want you to kiss me, I'll close my mouth and hold my breath, you kiss me, okay?" Shuihua said, shaking her body and rubbing against Wang's.

  Zhai Wang Ke hadn't drunk too much, he was afraid that under the catalysis of alcohol, he would lose control of himself. He guessed that Shui Hua wasn't very drunk either, and was intentionally using wine to provoke him.

  Zhai Wang had long known that she liked him. Because of work, they had to be in contact with each other frequently, and he was afraid that once something happened between them, it would be unstoppable. He absolutely wouldn't let such a thing happen. So, normally he was very serious in front of her.

  "You're really drunk. I'm tired of holding you like this, let's walk a bit further and sit down on the grass to rest for a while, okay?" said Village King.

  "Alright, you support me as I walk." The sound of the water had already become gentle.

  The village chief supported her and walked to a place with grass by the road: "Sit down, it's wider here."

  "Sit next to me."

  The village chief sat down too. Shui Hua leaned her head on his shoulder: "You won't kiss me, tell me a story instead, can you?"

  "Alright. A ghost story, how about that?" thought the village chief, thinking to tell a scary story to frighten him, so he wouldn't have time to think of all sorts of nonsense.

  "Go on! I love listening to ghost stories."

  "This ghost story is true!"

  "Oh, really? That's even better. You go ahead and say it!"

  "My hometown has a river. This spring, it flooded. A 12-year-old girl named Qunqun, my neighbor, pulled pig grass and was washing it by the river on her way home. Unfortunately, she slipped into the river and was swept away by the strong current. Someone saw it and shouted loudly, but the water was too rapid and vast, not only couldn't they save her, they couldn't even find her body. The people who ran to help only saw some pig grass left on the riverbank."

  After she died, every evening by the river, there were always sounds of crying. People said that she was reluctant to die.

  One day, in the village, there was a Xi Gong Pi. What is Xi Gong Pi, do you know?

  "It's for those who perform rituals for the dead."

  "That night, Xi Gongpi returned home after finishing the Taoist ritual in another village. When he crossed the bridge, he heard the ghostly cry again. The sound was eerie and intermittent on that dark night when you couldn't see your fingers. It was very scary. Xi Gongpi thought to himself, 'You little girl must be cold, go ahead and cry!'"

  Jigongpi crossed the bridge and walked back, paying no attention to her. However, that mournful cry still followed behind him. At first, he ignored her. Who knew, when they entered the village, the crying sound was still following behind her. He stopped in his tracks and said, "Don't follow me anymore. If you keep following, I'll tie you up."

  Jigong Pi finished speaking and walked towards the village. The crying sound still followed behind him. Several households at the entrance of the village heard the little ghost's cry, and were so frightened that they covered their heads with quilts.

  "Shouted loudly, you little devil! Do you really want to force me to cast a spell on you? Alright, I'll give you one minute. If you don't return to the riverbank by then, I'll bind you and make you cry all night!"

  A few brave villagers living at the head of the village heard that Xi Gongpi was going to perform a ritual to bind ghosts, so they came out to watch the excitement.

  One minute has passed, but the crying sound refuses to leave. Xi Gongpi is really getting into it. He makes a motion with his hands as if he's holding a basketball in front of his chest and rolling it around. Then, he sends it towards the direction of the crying sound, his two hands parting ways, making a binding motion.

  In a little while, he kicked his foot and said, "Cry! I'll let you cry enough! When the rooster crows three times, I'll let you go." After that, he told several bold onlookers who came out to watch the commotion, "Go back to sleep. Let her cry, she can't harm anyone."

  Jigongpi went home after finishing speaking. That night, a mournful cry echoed in the village head until the rooster crowed three times.

  The next day, Xi Gongpi's ghost-binding incident spread throughout the surrounding villages, and more people asked him to do it.

  Ghosts usually come out after midnight. Let's go! I'll send you home, lest we also run into ghosts. If we do, we can't tie them up and bring them back home without scaring people to death?"

  "What? Are you finished with this ghost story?" Shui Hua didn't know if she was awakened from her drunkenness by the ghost story or if she had been pretending to be drunk all along. Zhai Wang heard that her voice was completely different from before.

  "Hmm, I've said enough, and you're sober now too. Let me send you home." The village chief tried to stand up.

  Shui Hua pulled him back and wouldn't let him stand up. "The story isn't over yet! You don't know what happens next, do you? Let me tell you!"

  "Didn't I finish? Is there more to it?" The village chief was puzzled, "This story is something I made up, could it be that such a thing really exists? Otherwise, why would she say it's not finished yet?"

  "Alright, you didn't finish, I'll take over and tell the rest of this ghost story," said Shui Hua.

  "Hmm. In the village, there was a guy named Pí èr who loved to play tricks on people. He heard others talking about the story of Pí Gōng tying up ghosts and thought it sounded incredible. He thought to himself, 'You can tie up ghosts? I'd like to see how you do that!'"

  He noticed the movements of Xi Gongpi. One day, Xi Gongpi went to a mountain village to do Taoist rituals and returned only at midnight. When Xi Gongpi passed by the tomb mound, he heard the wailing cry of ghosts, and when he looked in the direction of the cry, oh my god! A tall ghost was stretching out towards him under the dim moonlight.

  Ji Gong thought, the wild ghost is troublesome, I'd better leave! He ignored the wild ghost and continued on his way. But the wild ghost followed him from behind. When he walked fast, the ghost also walked fast; when he slowed down, the ghost also slowed down; when he stopped, the ghost also stopped. He plucked up his courage and approached the ghost, but it retreated instead. Having no other choice, he continued on his way again. The ghost followed him once more. After they descended from the mountain, he stopped in his tracks and said to the ghost, "If you follow me again, I'll tie you up!"

  The ghost stopped and continued to wail at him. Ji Gong tied him up with a spell, just like he did last time with the little ghost. After finishing the spell, he said, "You insisted on following me, don't blame me for being ruthless. Cry here until you're satisfied! The rooster will crow three times, and I'll come back to untie your rope." With that, he went home by himself.

  He took a few steps and realized something was off. The ghost hadn't turned invisible or been tied down, it was still following him just like before, stretching out its body to keep up with his pace. His heart sank, this was a fierce ghost! He couldn't deal with it at all!

  Xisheng Pi lost his gall and ran as fast as he could, the ghost also sped up. Xisheng Pi saw that the ghost was close behind, so he hurriedly ran back home, closed the door, climbed onto the bed, and covered his head with a quilt.

  Pizi saw Pizigong being scared away and ran back home with a big smile on his face, holding his mouth and laughing.

  Xigong Pi never set up an altar again after that. Not only did he not set up an altar, but he also stopped walking on wild roads. Isn't the sequel to this ghost story wonderful?" Shuihua asked with a smile.

  "Is this really true? Have you heard the story I'm telling?" The village chief asked in doubt. Mountain Village Legend