Driven by that curiosity, Yang Meifeng stopped going home and turned back to the bridge.

Step by step from the narrow stone stairs, tentatively stepping down.

Because there was no light... maybe because I was drunk, I failed to step firmly several times and almost slipped.

She could only lower her fat body and use her buttocks to move down the steps step by step.

Yang Meifeng couldn't help but curse.

"It's so dark in the middle of the night...why do you want to get up and go down here to cry?..."

With this suspicion, she touched the river bed.

Sure enough there wasn't much water.

So he slowly stood up straight.

There are uneven pebbles under the feet, which hurts the feet a bit when stepping on them.

at this time.

After Mrs. Yang stabilized her body, she straightened her neck and looked hard under the bridge, hoping to see something clearly.

However, it was pitch black and covered with dead grass, so I couldn't see anything.

So, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Who is crying there?"

After shouting, the bridge cave fell into silence.

But not long after, a woman's cry came out again.

This time I heard it more clearly!

There was indeed a woman crying there.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?..."

Yang Meifeng was really unwilling to go inside, hoping to call the woman out by shouting.

"Don't stay in and do stupid things! Come out quickly and go home."

However.

After shouting, the woman did not respond and was still crying.

Mrs. Yang was helpless.

There is no way, you have to do good deeds to the end, and you have to send them to the West to send them to Buddha!

Now that we've climbed down, we might as well do things more efficiently!

"Stay there and don't move. I'll pick you up."

After she shouted, she pushed aside the dead grass in front of her face and groped her way along the edge of the river bed, one foot deeper and one foot shallower, towards the bridge opening.

But not long after walking, I felt water getting into my shoes.

No matter how careful I am, I still step into the water...

It was late at night and cold, and the soles of Yang Meifeng's feet were suddenly invaded by ice water.

I couldn't help but tremble.

I was so drunk that I passed five or six minutes.

She also gave up.

Since my shoes were soaked in water, I simply waded into the river without any hesitation.

Wading forward.

Seeing that they were approaching the bridge opening, Yang Meifeng raised her head, squinted her eyes, and looked carefully.

Although it is dark and rumbling.

But through the lights of an unopened store in the distance, along the river bank, one can more or less see the outline clearly.

Inside the bridge cave, on a raised boulder of medium size, there is indeed a figure sitting there.

Seeing people, Yang Meifeng felt a lot more at ease.

So he quickly increased his speed, wading through the mud and splashing the river water.

Dragging two shoes full of mud soup, he walked towards the figure sitting on the boulder in the bridge hole.

It didn't take long.

She was less than a foot away from the figure.

The wailing sound continued, constantly reaching Yang Meifeng's ears.

Now that the distance was close, Yang Meifeng asked again, "Girl? Have you encountered any difficulties? Tell me quickly and I will definitely help you."

However.

The figure was still crying and silent.

With no other choice, Yang Meifeng had no choice but to continue approaching.

At this time, he was only two steps away from the woman.

Yang Meifeng's vision gradually adapted to today's night, so she could see clearly now.

But he saw a woman on the round stone, with her back to her, her waist hunched over, sitting there, her body trembling and sobbing.

So he reached out his hand and touched the woman's shoulder, wanting to comfort her.

Who knows.

As soon as she touched it, Yang Meifeng felt a biting coldness that hit her palms.

This woman’s body!… wet and cold!

It is hard to imagine that a person whose body is so cold can still remain awake and not faint or die.

"It's incredible..."

Yang Meifeng is a little timid.

He barely plucked up the courage and said, "Girl?...Is there anything I can do for you?"

Just at this moment.

The woman on the boulder stopped crying.

She slowly sat up straight.

However.

It was this seemingly simple action that made Yang Meifeng scream in shock!

"Ouch!—Oh my God!—"

As if being electrocuted, she quickly retracted her hand, took five or six steps back, and fell into the muddy water.

He was rolling and crawling, trying to escape to the shore!

I only regret that I am fat and the mud on the soles of my feet is too difficult to deal with. I can't run fast even if I flutter desperately.

And just behind Yang Meifeng, who was panicking, her face turned pale with fright, struggling desperately in the muddy water, in the dark and damp bridge cave, a human figure with a skinny body and two empty shoulders stood up.

In her hands, she held something.

Take a closer look.

It’s actually a woman’s head with long hair hanging loose!

No wonder Mrs. Yang was scared to death.

Who would be scared to death if this were placed on him?

In the middle of the night, under a dark bridge, there is actually a headless woman.

This is really weird!

now.

The headless girl stood upright, with wet hair hanging on her face and a hint of gloomy madness.

Her eyes were hollow and bloodthirsty, looking at Yang Meifeng struggling and flopping in the river from a distance, like a butcher looking at a hen waiting to be killed.

"Why?...Why is your head on your neck? It's not fair! I'm going to cut it off for you!!"

In the arms of the headless girl, her head uttered such crazy words.

Then he floated out of the bridge hole, his toes crossed the waves of the muddy water, and flew towards Mrs. Yang who was rolling in the river.

Yang Meifeng was scared to death.

She didn't even dare to look back, she just used all her strength to run towards the shore.

He even forgot to shout for help!

The headless girl behind him was flying neither fast nor slow on the water.
To be continued...