Boss, do you have a guess?

The fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the Ghost Festival, also known as the Obon Festival.

In the folk tradition, this festival is also called ghost festival.

Every day, at crossroads, street corners and alleys, almost all places that will not be driven away by urban management, piles of burnt or unfinished paper money fly ash remain.As a result, there was a trace of burnt smell in the air, which could not be dissipated or wiped away.

Most people will be very taboo this day.

Old people also often say that on this night, if you are still wandering on the street after the sun goes down, you will be stalked by little ghosts who take to the street to celebrate the festival.

But times have changed, and today when science is supreme and superstition is broken, there are always some people who don't believe in this evil.They even held a kind of mentality like a bullshit, the more the old rules say that it is not good, they just want to be like this.It seems that they want to use practical actions to show that the so-called superstition will always remain in illusion, not reality.

Qu Mo is one of these people.

So that night, he didn't run away as soon as he got off work, like his little secretary said scary things about Halloween.On the contrary, he still insisted on the necessary overtime activities every day, and finally left the office building until around eleven o'clock at night.

The place where his family lives is not far from the office building, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk.

Just go through a bridge on the way back.

On the ground under the bridge, he also managed to see piles of paper money that were expected to be burnt or burning.

Qu Mo frowned.

He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose twice.

He hated the smell and hated the feeling.

He walked up the stairs quickly with his long legs as if avoiding something dirty.After walking onto the flyover, his brow, which he originally wanted to relax, frowned a lot in an instant.

He saw a man on the bridge.

Not a pedestrian, nor a ghost as in superstition.It was a man in a dusty robe sitting on the sidelines in the middle of the bridge.

The streetlights were dim, and he couldn't see the man's face clearly, and he couldn't even tell the difference between a man and a woman.I only know that this person is a little thin and hairless, so he is probably not an old man.

But Qu Mo didn't intend to tell the difference.

He just finds it annoying and wants to get out of this place as soon as possible.

Leave the paper ashes flying in the wind, and leave this magic stick who cheats people and makes money.

Thinking of this, he walked faster.

I don't want to pass by the Taoist priest, the man suddenly opened his mouth and called to him in a clear and youthful voice that was completely different from his dusty clothes: "My benefactor, please wait a moment. Open, lonely souls and wild ghosts are wandering in the world. At this time, it coincides with Zishi, and the Yin energy is strong. After crossing this bridge, it is a place where ghosts walk at night. I want Pindao to lend you a piece of talisman to protect you safe trip home?"

Qu Mo hated hearing such words the most in his life.But at this moment, taking advantage of the anger aroused by the environment, he turned his head without hesitation and yelled angrily at the little Taoist priest who looked up at him: "Get lost!"

He had a ferocious face, and looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.Especially when those big eyes stared, it was even more frightening under the pale streetlights.

As expected, the little Taoist shrank back in fright.

But before Qu Mo was satisfied, he stood up suddenly, and rushed towards Qu Mo like a little gray rabbit.Those round eyes looked at him with a twinkle, which made Qu Mo stunned for a moment.

Then, he heard the little Taoist say: "Benefactor, I was wrong just now. Your seal is black, and there will be bloody disasters in the near future. And, hey, benefactor, listen to me!"

As soon as Qu Mo heard that his words were even more outrageous, he immediately ignored him and walked away with his long legs.

The little Taoist followed behind him relentlessly.

Seeing Qu Mo stepping up the steps to the sky bridge, he finally finished his last sentence with a wheeze: "Benefactor! You are still happy!"

As soon as he spoke, Qu Mo felt a twitch in his temple.

He wanted to turn his head and scold a fool, telling him that he couldn't be happy if he was a man.

But just like that, the foot that was going down the stairs was directly on the ground.

After a whirlwind, he had already rolled down the stairs of the overpass.

He only felt that his head was hurting so badly that he could hardly breathe, and it was so painful that his eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

The little Taoist chased after him, and saw him stop on the platform half of the overpass and let out a soft "hey".He muttered in his mouth: "Look, I told you that you have a bloody disaster."

When Qu Mo woke up again, he was surrounded by a pungent smell of disinfectant.He looked around and found himself lying in the hospital ward.

It's not a VIP, but a triple room.

Lying on the bed next to him is a young man, he looks quite simple and honest, but there is a circle of gauze wrapped around his head, besides being simple and honest, he has a little more joy.

He was watching TV, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Qu Mo's propped up body trying to sit up. He hurriedly turned his head to look at him, and yelled "Hey, hey" to stop him: "Don't sit up yet. The doctor said just now , If you wake up and ask you to ring the bell, they say it's ok, so you can sit up."

When Qu Mo heard this, he thanked him, but frowned impatiently.

Thinking is still on the flyover.While obediently ringing the call bell, he was also thinking silently in his heart——

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a magic stick.If it wasn't for that guy's nonsense, it would be impossible for him to make such a trip between life and death.

The nurse came to the ward after hearing the bell.

It was another comprehensive inspection, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, Qu Mo was asked to lie down for a while to observe and get an injection.If it's almost the same, he can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning.

After the doctor and nurse left, the brother lying next to him spoke again: "By the way, your friend left you a note and put it on the table. He said let me remind you to read it."

Qu Mo thanked again.

Turning around, there was indeed a note.

In fact, when he heard the word "friend", he somehow had a bad premonition in his heart.After taking the note and opening it in front of his eyes, the feeling of his bad premonition being confirmed made him feel even more uncomfortable.

There are many flying dragons and phoenixes on it, and there are quite a lot of words written——

"Benefactor, let me tell you that your seal is black, and you see the bloody disaster. I will lend you a talisman for 100 yuan. When you wake up, you can call me on my Zhi X treasure, account number 188XXXXXXXX. I will use your Zhi X treasure for medical expenses." You paid with your fingerprints, so you don’t need to pay me back. However, the talisman paper cannot be regarded as my forced buying and selling, so I look forward to your remittance.

Another: I said you are happy, I am not joking.For more information, you can also call us. "

Below this sentence, I also drew a cute smiling face.

And looking down, it turned out to be a folded yellow talisman.

Qu Mo gritted his teeth.

Like tearing up that little Taoist priest, he tore up the note and the yellow paper.Throwing them into the trash can together, he sneered.

I don't believe in your evil unless I'm sick!

[The author has something to say: I want to collect new pits, and I love you more every day! 】