I'm a basketball star

Chapter 104 Funny Testimonials
There is a place on the outskirts of my hometown called "Duishipo", which sounds scary.

But it was not called "Duishi Slope" in the past, but "Duishi Slope", which was related to romantic love.

When the Japanese army invaded China, many people were killed in this city. After the killing, they were taken to Dushipo for centralized processing, and the corpses were piled up very high every day.

Gradually, the romantic "cross-eyed slope" became the thrilling "hill of corpses".

After liberation and before the implementation of cremation, many relatives and friends of the elders of the villagers passed away, and many of them were buried here. Over time, it became a mass grave, and once became the most terrifying spiritual zone in Hongcheng.

I have heard quite a few horror legends about the pile of corpses, and one of the most widely circulated ones said so.

It is said that one day late at night, the last bus of No. 1 bus came here. The driver was already timid, and he was even more afraid when passing the pile of corpses, so he wanted to drive over.

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car rushed, but as soon as he reached the bottom of the pile of corpses, a man in Tang suit suddenly appeared in front of him. The driver couldn't brake enough, and hit him with a "bang".

He was frightened to death, and hurriedly got out of the car to check the situation, but it was very strange, he obviously bumped into it, but he couldn't find the old man in Tang suit.

While he was in a daze, the bus started suddenly. The driver turned his head and saw the man in the Tang suit sitting in the driver's seat, driving the bus and slammed into it.

But the bus was driven away by the man in Tang suit.Before dawn the next day, the bus showed up at the funeral home. There was no one in the driver’s seat. A man in Tang suit was lying on the back seat of the bus. He had already died—the man in Tang suit sent himself to the funeral home.

I'm not a brave person, and I would never dare to go to the pile of corpses at night, but one morning there was an emergency, and I had no choice but to drive past the pile of corpses.

It was 04:30 in the morning, and it was pitch black. I felt hairy when I saw the pile of corpses from a distance, and I kept repeating in my heart: "My gods and seniors, I passed by your door and interrupted everyone's rest. I'm sorry, I apologize first, I hope You mustn't make fun of me."

But the more I muttered, the more scared I became, and I wanted to drive over.

When there was an accident, the car rushed to the front of the slope and turned off--the engine--it was so scary.

I restarted the ignition, but my hands and feet were trembling. In addition, I hadn't learned how to drive for a long time, and I didn't even start it a few times. The more I couldn't start it, the more scared I became.

I saw that it was not an option to go on like this, so I pulled the handbrake and got off the car, bowed and bowed to the mass graves, and kept making wishes: "All great gods, all seniors, all friends, younger brothers and newcomers, please help me!" Take care, don't scare me..."

It’s okay if I don’t talk about it, but when I talk about it, something even stranger happens: I see a red light flashing behind the grave not far away, there is a "wild fire", my mind goes blank, and I think grandma is a bear, don’t let you make fun of me Still open.Heartbroken, he bent down to pick up a small stone and threw it at the light of the fire with a "bang", and the "wild fire" went out immediately.

It seems that these gods and ghosts are also afraid of evil people, and they will eat hard but not soft.Just as I turned around and wanted to leave, I saw another red light flashing behind another grave, and my head grew bigger again. I picked up a stone and threw it at it again, and the "wild fire" went out again.

But within half a minute, the "wild fire" lit up again behind the third grave mound. At this time, I was almost scared to pee, and I tried my best, picking up a big stone and smashing it for the third time.

This time, the other party was angered, and there was something white at the back of the grave, and he jumped out with a voice of "Aw".

I was scared out of my wits, opened the door to get in the car, and started the car. Fortunately, the car caught fire, but no matter how hard I stepped on the accelerator, the car just couldn't run, it was slower than walking.I thought to myself that this is the end of the game, and I will die in the hands of the evil spirit.

At this time, the white thing came to the side of the car and knocked on the window glass. I saw that it was an old man in his sixties, wearing a white Tang suit, and his forehead was bruised and purple, like a corpse spot.

I was too scared to say a word.The old man glared and yelled at me: "I didn't offend you. What's the matter with shitting or smoking a cigarette? Why did you throw stones at me three times? You smashed my head black."

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It took me a long time to realize: he is an old man who wakes up early in the morning, he is a man and not a ghost, false alarm, false alarm!
But on second thought, no!It must be a ghost!Otherwise, why the car can't run when you slam on the accelerator?
The old man looked at me and then at the car, with a contemptuous look on his face: "You are a novice, bah, the handbrake is still on..."

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