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I took a couple of sips and didn’t get anything. It was choking anyway. I really don’t want to smoke and I want to leave. To be honest, sitting on an inexplicable machine well with a weird patient like Uncle Yu on a dark night is really shocking. Seeing that Uncle Friends refused to follow me, I wanted to go back and notify Xiaojie to pick Uncle Friends back. Seeing that I insisted on leaving, my friend uncle said quietly to me: “Go back and tell your aunt, just say I will visit her when I have time.” I replied, thinking what the friend said!
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I first went back to my house and drank a big glass of water, and then said to my mother: “I saw Uncle Friends on the well just now I’ll tell Xiaojie to take him home.” After speaking, he walked out, and his mother grabbed his arm. My mother looked at my face suspiciously and with trepidation: “You, who did you see?” “Uncle friend! Our father and I were chatting for a while!” My mother hurriedly touched my forehead. “Fei Meng, you don’t have a fever? How can you say nonsense, how can you see your uncle friend?” I was a little surprised: “Mom, why can’t I see uncle friend? Is it?” My mother sighed and said, “Your friend and uncle died half a month ago! That day, your friend and uncle felt a little uncomfortable, so Xiaojie drove him to the hospital in a tricycle, and the doctor did not find any problems after checking for a long time. When I came, I prescribed some medicine and asked me to come back for two days of slinging; Xiaojie just sent your friend and uncle home and died in less than half an hour. The current hospital, oh…” Mom sighed again. He said nothing more. www.guidaye.com Ghost Story
I opened my eyes wide and got goosebumps all over my body, but it was indeed Uncle Friends just now! I suddenly remembered that the remaining half of my cigarette is still in my pocket! So I took the cigarette out of my pocket and looked under the light, and I was dumbfounded: which is the cigarette, it is clearly a piece of paper money that has been burned.
When I returned to the city the next day, I deliberately walked to the motorized well last night to take a closer look. Sure enough, there was a small pile of burnt ashes next to the well platform, which was left by Uncle Friends who smoked last night. Facts once again proved eloquently: On such a hazy moon night, a man named Zheng Feimeng once spent a full fifteen minutes with him by a motorized well in a wheat field…