Grandpa really did call my name more than once.

Just now, he even called me.

After a brief silence, my grandfather seemed to remember, and suddenly his face froze and his expression changed.

It seems that the old man ignored this because he was too nervous before.

Grandpa frowned, fell silent, and said thoughtfully: "If that's the case, then..."

Just as my grandfather was talking, the female ghost before appeared inexplicably at the intersection in front!!!!!!

She was still smiling at me, shaking her hands while waving her hands, as if she was saying hello.

Rumble...

My anus was so scared that my anus tightened, and some areas were about to crack. Beads of sweat were unconsciously oozing out from my forehead.

Grandpa looked frightened and shouted: "Don't look at her, don't look at her. Just pretend you didn't see anything. Don't care about her and drive over directly. Remember, don't look back! Quick!!!"

This female ghost seems to be plaguing us.

I gritted my teeth and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The car accelerated again and whizzed past her.

I dare not stay either.

It was so exciting that it drove forward several miles in one breath.

It's almost hurting me urgently.

I really want to kneel down and sing a song "Conquest" for her, as long as she is willing to let me go.

It’s a pity that she doesn’t plan to let us go, judging by how she looks like now.

I was so anxious that I was about to cry.

"Grandpa, she still chased after me? What should I do...will we really not be able to get rid of her?"

Grandpa didn't answer me,

The face was extremely bad,

It seems that this kind of thing makes him feel very difficult.

After a moment of silence, she said with a serious expression: "At this point, we have no other way, we can only continue running. As long as we don't stop, we can stay until dawn. By the time of day, she will naturally leave."

The ghosts are afraid of the sun.

Now, grandpa has no choice but to run.

"Xiao Tang, you have been driving for so long, let me do it."

Grandpa got on the main driver and rushed out with a kick in the accelerator.

But the direction my grandfather was walking was not the way home at all.

What's going on?

The old man has lived here for most of his life, and it is impossible not to know the way home. Could it be that his grandfather was scared to death?

It shouldn't be.

Suddenly, I realized that the reason why my grandfather didn't go home was that he deliberately wanted to lead the ghost away.

Ginger is still so spicy.

We are just around us.

This is definitely more painful than when I stopped by the roadside.

I looked at the sky, it was still early.

I sincerely pray that the sky will light up early,

This journey is really tormenting.

As long as it is dawn, we will be saved.

But it's only three o'clock in the morning.

Even if it is dawn early in summer, you have to wait until at least six or seven o'clock, and you have to wait until four or five o'clock if you don't ride a horse.

There are still several hours left.

We didn't go home, we had been in the nearby village. After wandering around for more than an hour, we saw the oil meter and it was almost over.

not good,

The car has no gas.

In an instant, my heartbeat accelerated, and I was sweating profusely, and I was about to kneel down.

Grandpa's face also had a despair with bold capital.

Now that things have happened, it seems that he has no choice but to do anything about it.

what to do?

It's only been around four o'clock now.

It's more than an hour before dawn. The car fuel is about to bottom out.

What should I do if I do?

Grandpa leaned his back against the seat, his thick eyebrows slightly curled, as if he was thinking.

I didn't dare to disturb me, after all, my grandfather was my life-saving straw.

I looked around nervously, afraid that the female ghost would chase after her.

Suddenly, grandpa's body shook and said excitedly: "Xiao Tang, where is the pen? Where is the pen?"

When my grandfather said it, he was yelling. I could feel that my grandfather was very excited.

But, at this time, what are you doing?

I am a man who will never get it from Tsinghua University and Peking University. I never like to study. If others are bleeding, I will be confused by books, so how could I carry a pen with me?

"Grandpa, you know, I haven't liked to study since I was a child, and I don't have a pen."

"You slap, you are not going to study hard. If you study hard, when you see the sunset in the sky, you can say that the sunrise in the east urges people to wake up, and it is not as good as the sunset in the sunset, instead of just a word, this naive red. You slap..." Grandpa wanted to squirt me to death with a mouthful of salt soda, and his face was full of contempt.

I'm very depressed,

This is also my fault? For people who are born without learning, aren’t they all the same? They are not me.

Alas, forget it, just be despised if you are despised. There are so many people who despise me. If you want to despise me, please queue up consciously.

But, I don’t know what my grandfather is going to do. Does my grandfather know that he can’t escape tonight, and is he going to make a will?

I suddenly felt an ominous premonition in my heart.

I don't want something to happen to my grandfather.

He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Grandpa, why are you looking for a pen?"

The old man then explained: "I heard before that a young monk provoked a female ghost and was ruthlessly chased and flew all the way, but he could not escape the female ghost's tracking. Afterwards, he sought the help of the old monk, and the old monk used a brush to write scriptures on him. That night, he really managed to avoid the female ghost, and after that, the female ghost never appeared again. Although this is just a rumor, no one knows whether it is true or false. Let's try it, maybe it may be effective. Oh, by the way, it's best to be a brush."

I heard that I can save my life, but that is two different things.

I hurriedly searched through the boxes and cabinets in the car, but there was indeed no brush in the whole car.

Not to mention brushes, there are not even ballpoint pens, water-based pens, and pencils.

It’s really a pity that I only regretted the time I used it.

This made me very anxious.

Finally, I saw a glimmer of hope, but it was instantly shattered again.

Without ink and brushes, we can do nothing.

Finally, Grandpa sighed helplessly and said, "At this point, we have no other way, we can only use cinnabar instead. As for whether it works, it will be left to fate."

Grandpa took out some cinnabar powder from his purse, and then pulled out some gasoline from the oil cover of the car.

Mix it with cinnabar and knead it into a ball.

I used gasoline instead of ink and cinnabar instead of writing, so I started writing small characters on me.

"What do you think? The Tathagata was in the place where the Buddha was, did he gain something from the Dharma?"

"All forms are non-existent, and all sentient beings are non-existent."

"I will destroy countless sentient beings."

Grandpa only remembers a few verses, and he just like that. These few verses were repeated, and they filled my face, arms, thighs, and even the soles of my feet.

After writing, my grandfather looked at me and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yeah, it's pretty good. It tastes a bit."

When I looked at me in the mirror, I was in a flash of hopelessness.

Asi, I am just a handsome man, handsome, smart and cute, smart and kind, brave and fearless, born with beauty, domineering, evil and arrogant, with a superb IQ, very charming, gentle, elegant, elegant, polite, unparalleled in the world, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and can be broken, with peach blossoms on the face of people, loved by everyone, flowers blooming, extraordinary, handsome, handsome face, jade, eyebrows and spring, beautiful eyes, fresh and handsome, birds and birds are stunned, and can be awakened by handsome at night, a handsome and disgusting long-legged Oppa, was actually made like this.
To be continued...