In the old yard in the countryside, under the locust tree in the middle of the night, grandpa lit a pack of cigarettes and began to talk about things that no one dared to mention in those years.
From the dry well at the east end of the village, cries can be heard every full moon.
In the mass graves in the back mountains, people walking at night will always have an extra shadow.
There is also Uncle Wang, who has been killing pigs all his life. He said: I have been in this business for a long time, and I can't even believe some things.
Grandpa said that these things were not stories, they were things he had seen with his own eyes.
If you're brave enough, sit down tonight and don't let your mind wander.
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