Xiao Ting is a junior in the Chinese Department of a university. In her spare time, she likes to publish some romance novels in newspapers and magazines. The short stories written by Xiaoting are not only very touching, but also very literary. They are quite Qiongyao’s style. They are favored by many readers, newspapers and magazines, and she also earns a lot of manuscript fees. But slowly Xiaoting felt that there was nothing to write about always writing romance novels, and the creative inspiration was facing exhaustion, so she remembered writing ghost stories. She started watching ghost movies and listening to old folks telling some legends to accumulate material. One month later, her masterpiece was completed, but she had no bottom. She asked three friends, Xiaoying, Xiaoqiong, and Xiaohong, to come to her house at 8 o’clock in the evening to listen to her ghost stories. If they don’t feel scary, they won’t publish it.
The three of them arrived at Xiaoting’s house as scheduled. Xiaoying proposed to turn off the lights and light the candles, so the four of them sat on the bed with candles and listened to Xiaoting’s ghost stories. Xiaoting’s ghost story made them all stand up, terrifying! As Xiaoting was talking, she vaguely saw the fourth person behind Xiaohong, Xiaoqiong, and Xiaoying. She suddenly cried out, “You…you…who is the person behind you?” The timid Xiaoying Hugging Xiao Hong quickly and shouting, the three of them looked back and saw that there was no one. Xiao Ting said, “I clearly saw a white shadow.” At this time, Xiao Hong, Xiao Qiong, and Xiao Ying all looked directly at Xiao Ting. Xiaoting asked what was wrong, and they said: “You…behind you.” At this time, Xiaoting felt a hand on her shoulder. She wanted to turn her head but was uncontrollable. She was sweating all over, and finally, she turned her head back, but there was nothing. They were all frightened and quickly turned on the lights. It was getting late and no one dared to go home with the shock just now, so the four of them fell asleep at Xiaoting’s house. But no one can sleep. Recalling that Xiao Ting hadn’t calmed down just now, Xiao Qiong said that although she was scared just now, it was very exciting to listen to her tomorrow. Xiao Ting said: “Okay.” The four of them will meet tomorrow at 8 o’clock and continue to talk about the unfinished part.
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At 8 o’clock in the evening, the four of them continued to talk about the unfinished part. Suddenly Xiaoting was stunned when she was talking. She saw it Two white people walked into her house, no, they floated into her house. She asked them what they saw. They said nothing. She also heard the two white shadows speak: “Hey, why didn’t she talk about it, let’s go back, so as not to waste time.” Xiaoting was frightened and burned all the manuscripts like crazy. “I don’t write ghost stories anymore.” The newspaper called the next morning, and the president just said: “Your ghost story…” Xiaoting said, “I burned it and burned it.” Said: “It has been published, and the contribution fee will be sent right away.”
When Xiaoting felt inexplicable, the doorbell rang. Xiaoting opened the door, but there was no one at the door but there was a white envelope. When I opened it, Xiao Ting was dizzy—they were all bundles of phantom coins… There was also a note on it that read: We all like to hear you tell ghost stories…