My hometown lives in a ravine, one kilometer away from the village. I worked as a hygienist at the village clinic at the age of 18. I go home for dinner every morning, noon, and night, and then go to the clinic on duty at night. There was a chaotic grave on the slope of the road where I was walking. I heard the old man talk about haunted people in the past, and most people would not dare to go in the dark. I still go to get off work every day, go to the underworld, and never take a flashlight and walk in the dark.
But I said that this day, probably June or July, it rained a little during the day, and it was dark at night. I finished my meal and carried the medicine box and went to the health clinic on duty. About half of the way, I saw the flames on the chaotic graves, blue flames, scorching and scorching, sometimes bright and sometimes extinguished, and it was very scary in the dark. I was abruptly, the first time I saw it, my heart was agitated, my head was numb, and I felt my hair stood up. I’m afraid I might have seen a ghost. I heard the old man said that I touched a ghost and rubbed my hair with my hand and my hair glowed. Bright, the ghost ran away when he saw it. I hurriedly rubbed my hair and felt calmer, but the flames were still there. I settled for a moment. After thinking about it, I picked up a few stones on the ground and held them, and walked forward slowly. When I was more than 20 meters away from the blue flames, I threw the stone, four or five yuan in a row. There was no movement or the flame. I hurried out and ran to the health clinic. I was sweaty and my clothes were soaked. , I thought about it, but didn’t think of it, so I fell asleep.
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The next day, when I got up early, I went home for dinner, and walked around and came to Luanfengangzi. It was already bright and everything I saw it clearly. I went up and looked at the flames. There was nothing. I turned around and found a grotto in a ravine with a black rumbling underneath. I think this might be a tomb. No one went to the grave, and the soil packs were gone. Seeing that the ground was covered with hooves of cattle, the cattle must have stepped on the tomb. The flame must have come from here. This may be the legendary “ghost fire”.
After returning home to have dinner, I took a shovel, thinking that I would add soil to the tomb hole, which would be a comfort to the deceased, and secondly I would save the ghost fire and scare people. In a short while, I’m done. Since that day, I haven’t seen the “ghost fire” again.