I picked up a ghost and took it home

July [-]th, also known as the Ghost Festival, is a good day for the gods to have a holiday and all the ghosts to run wild.

But Ye Fan doesn't believe in "evil".

Mr. Ye Fan, a five-good young man who was brought up by the new trend of socialism, is a solid materialist and atheist - he firmly believes that all the ghosts and demons in the world can be explained by science.Even if it cannot be explained at present, in the near future, with the development of science, everything will be revealed.

So Ye Fan is a scientist?No, the profound things of science should be left to the great scientists. Our Master Ye Fan is just an ordinary taxi driver.He also only drives at night.

So on July [-]th, at one o'clock in the morning, Ye Fan, who didn't believe in evil, happily drove on the uninhabited mountain road in Liao.

——He took an urgent job last night, sending a star to the film and television city deep in the mountains to practice, no, to film, and that's all when he comes back.When he came back, he was the only one in the car, and the mountains were pitch black, with only the headlights shining a small piece of light in front of his line of sight.

It seems that if you are not careful, some scary monster will jump out of the darkness next to you.

Of course, Ye Fan is not afraid, because there are no monsters in this world.

But while driving, the headlights suddenly started to flash.Ye Fan stopped the car, and the lights stopped flashing.He started the car, the lights flashed again, and there was a sound of "sizzling" and a bad connection of the wiring.

Ye Fan got out of the car to check, and the lights came on.The night wind in the mountains was very cool, making him shiver uncontrollably.After waiting for a while, the lights turned on again, Ye Fan hurried back into the car, but I don't know if it was an illusion, the temperature in the car was also lower than before.

"Can the weather be so cold in August in the mountains?" Ye Fan thought, put on his coat, he glanced at the rearview mirror inadvertently, and then saw a black shadow flashing past?

Ye Fan then turned his head, the rear seat was empty, without any shadows.

Of course there was no black shadow, Ye Fan thought, he was the only one in the car.

For ordinary people, driving late at night is a boring job, but Ye Fan is not ordinary people.The moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, so it is suitable to sing freely. He sang: "We are the successors of communism, inheriting the glorious tradition of our revolutionary ancestors~~"

When Ye Fan sang, he looked like he was wearing a red scarf when he was a child, with a correct posture, a loud voice, a smile on his face, and his head would unconsciously sway from side to side with the rhythm.It seems that instead of driving a dilapidated taxi in the wilderness, but standing on the stage of the choir, participating in a serious, tense, united and lively chorus competition.

However, having a correct attitude does not mean singing well.

Ye Fan has been a typical representative of "singing kills" since he was a child.

He participated in a school chorus competition when he was a child.There are legends in the world that, that night, the human beings who heard Ye Fan’s singing were all on the verge of collapse on and off the stage. An elderly teacher even fainted on the spot while clutching his heart. The piano refused to make any sound.Miraculously, when Ye Fan's class stepped off the stage, the old teacher immediately woke up and the piano recovered.

Ye Fan likes to sing very much, but because he is afraid of killing people, he can only suppress his own nature.

"Love the motherland, love the people, the bright red scarf flutters on the chest—"

The more Ye Fan sang, the more he devoted himself, his surging heart seemed to jump out of his chest, but at the moment when his emotions burst out the most, his car turned off!Ye Fan had no choice but to get out of the car again, and checked the engine in detail, but found no problems.

Ye Fan frowned, "Damn it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the mountains, causing the vegetation to sway, casting dark shadows in the dark night, as if there were countless ghosts and monsters lurking.A light voice blew over with the wind, "Can you see me?"

I really didn't expect that there would be someone on this mountain road at this time, Ye Fan was taken aback, turned around in surprise, and then saw the man who was talking.

With long black hair blowing in the wind, a soapy white robe blowing in the wind, and a thin figure, this young man seemed to be about to blow in the wind.

This young man has a rather beautiful face. His facial features are handsome but not weak. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, corners of his mouth, face shape, and even his neck are all perfectly beautiful. With his pale moonlight and jade-like skin, he People have a vague sense of unreality from the bottom of their hearts.

... Is it possible for human beings to be so beautiful?

This is on the way to the film and television city. This person is still wearing ancient clothes and has such a look.Should be an actor.But Ye Fan never watched TV dramas, so he didn't know the actor in front of him.I can only sincerely apologize, "Sir, do you want to take a taxi? My car broke down and I may have to park here tonight."

The long-haired man in a white robe didn't speak, and there was no expression on his handsome face. A pair of dark and cold eyes swept past Ye Fan and landed on Ye Fan's wheel.

In the dimension that Ye Fan can't see with naked eyes, there are several ghosts entangled on the wheels of his ugly ginger taxi... One, two, three, four, at least one wheel is entangled The four ghosts are working together to wrap around Ye Fan's wheel and prevent the car from moving forward.

There was also a more professional Xinsigui, as soon as Ye Fan stepped on the gas, the Xinsigui immediately turned off the fire secretly.

When the young man saw it, the new dead ghost who was responsible for turning off the engine was so frightened that he knelt down. He probably died in a car accident, with one arm broken, his stomach was bloody and bloody, and he still had the tragic appearance of being crushed.He sobbed and said, "My lord, I just died not long ago. I finally looked forward to the holidays and I can go home to see my wife and children. But this kid sings so badly that I almost lose my mind when he sings, so I have no choice. As a last resort..." He also picked up his severed hand and wiped the blood and tears from his face.

The young man called "Master Old Ghost" was expressionless and did not speak.

The other ghosts saw that the "Master Old Ghost" was not angry, so they all let go of the wheels, knelt down and cried in unison, "Master Old Ghost, if this kid sings again, our souls will be scattered..."

For a while, in the mountains and fields, the dark wind howled, and the ghosts were vague, like a ghost world in this world.

Ye Fan felt that the wind was getting colder, so he said to the young man, "Although the car doesn't start, it's warmer than outside. You're wearing too thin clothes. Come and sit in the car." He said, and opened the door of the back seat.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the car door was opened, a pile of ghosts and ghost limbs rolled out from inside——

In the carriage that Ye Fan could not see, it was frighteningly crowded with heads, arms, legs and stomachs of various ways of death, as if a pot of thick-flavored and airtight mixed vegetable soup was being boiled——

In order to squeeze into this hard-won ride, everyone worked very hard to dismantle their bodies and stuff them in every corner of the car——

If the traffic police had seen it, they would have been stunned by the overload, and punished Ye Fan so much that he didn't even have any pants left.

Of course, it is impossible for ordinary people Ye Fan and ordinary traffic policemen to see it.

Instead, the densely-packed and frightened ghosts in the carriage trembled at the same time after seeing the young "old ghost", and then rushed out of the carriage with lightning speed, almost like a tsunami, and knelt down tremblingly. On both sides of the door, not to mention assembling the body, they dare not even let out the air to welcome the "old ghost" into the car.

The old ghost walked towards the car door, his feet light and light, and "cracked" crushed the stumps of many ghosts on the ground. He bent over the car expressionlessly, and the trampled ghosts didn't dare to make a sound. Shaking his body sadly.

The moment the car door closed, Ye Fan seemed to hear the sound of a sigh of relief coming from beside him.Listen carefully, and there is nothing.He rubbed his stuffed nose and sat back in the car too.It was still cold in the car.

Ye Fan sneezed and said, "It's really cold."

The old ghost didn't answer, but said in the dark, "Let's go."

Ye Fan was perplexed for a while, "My car is broken——" He lost his voice, and the car had automatically ignited and started.

"Okay!" Ye Fan exclaimed in surprise, looking back at the old ghost.The old ghost turned to look out the window.

The new dead ghost who ignited in time gave the old ghost a doggy smile, sat down cheekily in the passenger seat, and put on the seat belt pretendingly.

Although the other ghosts didn't dare to get in the car, they were already picking up various parts outside the car like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, ready for this night's free ride.

"Sir, where are you going?" Ye Fan asked.

"Where are you going?" the old ghost asked back.

"I'm going back to Xuanyuan Ancient City."

"Then go to the city." After the old ghost said these three words, there was no further movement.Ye Fan looked at him from the rearview mirror, as if he was deeply asleep.

Ye Fan then drove the guests on the uninhabited mountain road in Liao, until an hour later, he slammed on the brakes and found something strange.The old ghost floated forward and woke up in a daze.

Ye Fan rubbed his head, "I must be too tired, why do I feel like I've been driving for an hour and still stay where I am?"

The old ghost glanced out of the window, his eyes that were originally as clear as white mountains and black waters suddenly overflowed with a dark red blood light.Almost at the same time, a gust of wind blew through the car window, and suddenly the sky became clear.It was really clear sky and earth, Ye Fan suddenly felt that the future was bright, and he could see the road clearly without driving lights.

Realizing that "Mr. Actor" woke up, Ye Fan asked, "Sir, what's your name? I'll go back and search for your TV series."

"forget."

Ye Fan immediately realized that he had made a low-level mistake, but if an actor or star is asked "what's his name", it must mean that he is not popular.In fact, Ye Fan is not. He really doesn’t watch TV dramas at all, so no matter how popular or black domestic and foreign stars are, his eyes are black.He quickly explained, "That's not what I meant. I don't know any celebrity, not just you."

The old ghost still didn't speak, suddenly a white light lit up beside him, and there was an extra woman in the carriage——

A young woman with a paler and colder complexion than the old ghost.

The woman threw the information in her hand into the old ghost's arms and said two words: "Li Xuan."

The old ghost was at a loss.

The woman raised her eyebrows, "Li Xuan is the name of your 'previous life', these are the information of your 'previous life', let's have a look." After speaking, she disappeared in a blink of an eye.

All this happened in an unpredictable instant, Ye Fan naturally couldn't see it, and couldn't hear it.

"Li, Xuan?" The old ghost repeated, looked at the materials in his arms, and then picked them up casually, a dark red flame rose from his fingertips, and burned the stack of materials, and burned them all in the blink of an eye, leaving no ashes Leave.

"Who cares?" The old ghost Li Xuan turned back again.

But Ye Fan heard the name "Mr. Actor" clearly, and he hadn't heard of it before. He heard Li Xuan say "who cares", thinking that Li Xuan was frustrated and depressed, so he hurriedly comforted him, "Actor Li, I really don't even know a star, I swear to God!"

The old ghost Li Xuan didn't want to talk to this inexplicable man in front of him at all, and he didn't care about who this man was or why he could see him. The dead ghosts - what good is going home?

He has been dead for so long that he has completely forgotten the past and the past. Who he is, he has no idea and doesn't want to know.

Seeing that Li Xuan was in a daze, Ye Fan turned on the radio.It is a column called "Affectionate Midnight".

The car was quiet, and the sound of the program was a bit abrupt, so Ye Fan turned down the volume.The music sounded, low, like a gentle sigh.

Host: "Listeners, today is the Ghost Festival, which is also the traditional Ghost Festival, so it's natural to tell ghost stories. Kaba Kaba, as today's guest, you must believe in ghosts, right?"

Miss Kaba Kaba smiled softly, "Of course, there might be a ghost sitting next to you."

Ye Fan also smiled, "How can there be ghosts in this world." He broke the silence, "Mr. Li, there are only the two of us in this carriage, do you think I am a ghost?"

The old ghost Li Xuan simply closed his eyes.

But the laughter of ghosts came from outside the carriage one after another: Ignorant human beings!

The new dead ghost sitting in the co-pilot saw that Li Xuan was still, and suddenly touched the back of Ye Fan's neck with his severed hand as a prank.

The new dead ghost laughed lowly, happy and proud.

All the ghosts outside the car listened to the sadistic ghost stories on the radio, and sometimes wept, and sometimes laughed. One ghost laughed so complacently that his head rolled off the roof of the car, screaming and rushing. Go down and pick up your head...

Ye Fan looked out the window, and for some reason, he always felt that the wind was extremely noisy tonight.

Just after Ye Fan drove the car out of the mountain road, along the sides of the road, Bianhua flowers suddenly bloomed one after another, and immediately after, the mountains and plains became a sea of ​​bright red flames, as if they were about to burn into the dark night.Among the flowers, there stood a young woman in plain clothes with a cold face. It was Xin Helpless who had just handed over the information to Li Xuan in the car.She stared at the direction in which the taxi disappeared, with a slight nervousness in her expression.

Beside Xin Helpless, stood a handsome man in a suit and leather shoes. The man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The mirror reflected the reflection of the fiery red Bana flower. attitude.But the stiff fingers hanging by his side revealed his nervousness at the moment.

After a long time, he finally relaxed a little bit, and his momentum weakened a little, "Xin Pan, that old ghost has finally left, won't he go back to the underworld, right? This time he has to close the door and kick him out after a lot of effort." -"

Xin Nai raised her eyebrows, smacked the corner of her mouth, and made a "tsk" sound, but just this sound, the disdain, contempt, and disgust on her face and heart have been expressed 100% in place.

The young man's scalp tingled.

Xin had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the depths of the Bian Hua without hesitation.The young man was completely panicked, his elite temperament was gone, he almost chased after him with his tail between his legs, swearing while chasing, "Xin Pan, you believe in me, I am definitely not afraid of him, I am definitely not afraid of ghosts, I am not afraid of ghosts at all. Not afraid of ghosts, really not afraid of ghosts!"

In the blood-colored flowers, a woman roared almost madly, "Don't pull my sleeves, don't follow me anymore, don't let me see you, please!"

The man smiled pitifully, "Xin Pan, as the mainstay of the underworld, I trust you very much——"

"Fuck off!"

"...Xin Pan...don't leave me..." Listening to the voice, our Lord Yan Jun seems to be about to cry!