Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, there is an old man who often sits in a rocking chair and hums tunes to the radio. Everyone calls him old uncle. My old uncle was a Taoist priest. When he was young, he traveled extensively and encountered many strange things. As soon as my friends and I returned to the village after school, we pestered him to tell us ghost stories...
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It looks like a ghost, but it's actually human nature
That's wrong, it looks like a ghost, but it's actually human nature [laughing]
Some are a bit scary
I also like to listen to ghost stories told by the old people in the village [laughs]
It looks like a ghost, but it's actually human nature That's wrong, it looks like a ghost, but it's actually human nature [laughing]
Some are a bit scary
I also like to listen to ghost stories told by the old people in the village [laughs]