There's an article in Ghost Story magazine called Sha Ping's Return. Please help me find it. Will be appreciated.

It has been more than two years since this incident. In the past two years, I have been haunted by nightmare scenes. As soon as I close my eyes, I will flash in my mind, making my nerves on the verge of collapse. Unexpectedly, a whim changed my life and everything around me. The problem is ... my name is Han Han. By my side, there are a group of young and energetic friends like me. We all met through the internet. Because we have many hobbies, our relationship soon became close. One of our hobbies is traveling, which is different from ordinary traveling. All participants must carry everything they need to survive in the wild, stay away from inaccessible places and challenge themselves mentally and physically. We enjoyed it and successfully organized several small-scale activities. In this case, it suddenly occurred to me that I want to organize a large-scale activity that is more difficult than before-crossing the Nujiang Gorge in Yunnan. This idea has been unanimously endorsed by friends. After more than half a year's preparation, we set off. We plan to fly from Beijing to Kunming, and then take a bus from Kunming to Bingzhongluo. Starting from Bingzhongluo, cross Gaoligong Mountain on foot and reach Dulongjiang River. However, during the journey from Kunming to Zhong Bing Luotu, it was suggested that, due to the abundant time, we should first split up to Lijiang, and then carry out this hiking activity after visiting the ancient city. This suggestion was naturally adopted, and it was this suggestion that pushed us to the brink of danger. It was getting late when we arrived in Lijiang. We had dinner and went shopping in the ancient city with small bridges and flowing water. The four girls in the same trade were attracted by the colorful national costumes and silver ornaments sold in the ancient city. Butterflies wear flowers and go in and out of different shops, but Po is different from them. She only stopped in front of a small shop with some strange ethnic goods or totem objects, and it was a long time. We had to stop and wait for her many times. When waiting for her last time, she rushed out of a small shop with a curly yellow paper in her hand. I glanced at the roll of paper in her hand and said, "What is it? Put your beautiful17th century pirate treasure map? But I remember that it was usually painted on sheepskin. " Po gave me a white look. He said to the red coat beside him, "This is a Dongba script, which records in detail the living conditions and other things of Naxi people a long time ago. The fellow villagers sold it very expensive, but I told him I could understand, so he gave it to me. Haha. " I was surprised to ask; "How can you read Dongba?" Ma Li, Po's boyfriend, said, "Her father is a folklore scholar who specializes in Dongba culture." We walked and talked, and soon returned to our residence. The next day's activities, everyone rested early and had nothing to say all night. (2) The next day, we took a bus for nearly a day and arrived at Bingzhongluo, the origin of our crossing. At that time, it was getting late. Excited, despite the persuasion of the local villagers, we plunged into the forest and started our formal crossing activities along the caravan trail called by the locals. Just after walking for more than two hours, it was completely dark, so we had to camp in an empty place. Miscellaneous grains and I dug a toilet downwind 50 meters away from the camp, and others have set up the camp. We lit a bonfire in the middle of the camp. After dinner, everyone sat around the bonfire and chatted. Chatting and chatting, someone suggested telling ghost stories, so everyone tried their best to tell all the terrible things they had heard in the past, scaring several girls with a clueless look. I suddenly found that Po and Ben sitting on the edge of the Phantom of the Opera were not listening to us. They were absorbed in reading her Dongba book, so I said, "Po, stop looking and tell us ghost stories." Everyone told her not to look. When she heard us talking, she said, "I happened to see something about Naxi gods. Shall I translate it for you? " Everyone agreed, and she began to talk: "In ancient times, Naxi people worshipped something called shaping. It is said that sharping can be transformed into various forms, but no matter what it is transformed into, the tongue cannot be changed. Its tongue is like the letters of a poisonous tongue. Whenever Rudolf scharping appears, there will be disasters and mysterious things. However, it is equipped with certain spells, so it is said that Naxi wizards sometimes invite Sha Ping to get into the upper body. However, it must be done by two wizards at the same time, because once the upper body is leveled, he will not leave, and another wizard must perform exorcism. " Then Po looked down at her paper roll. We all looked at each other, and after a while, we burst out laughing. The mountain fly said, "Miss, what are you talking about?" It's not scary at all. We are telling a ghost story. ""Yes, yes, "echoed the others. Po looked up: "Isn't it terrible? Well, I'll give you a terrible one. " Say that finish, turn the roll of paper to the back and say, "here is a record of how to call Shapin." Would you like to try? "We young people have always been atheists. How can we be frightened by such nonsense? They all said, "Then try it." Po said, "well, then you just have to wait and see." Say that finish, read it carefully. She read all Dongba, which we can't understand at all. At first, we thought these strange scales were funny, but after a while, we were caught by the rhythm, and with Po's serious appearance, there was an invisible strange atmosphere among us. The timid Woods said, "Po, stop reading?" However, Po didn't seem to hear it, and kept popping out those strange notes from her mouth. At this moment, Po's eyes suddenly opened wide and a ferocious expression appeared on his face. She pounced on the phantom beside her, and the phantom screamed with fear. We men stood up. At this time, Po "Gege" got up from the Phantom of the Opera with a smile, sat upright and said, "Are you afraid? Do you dare to let me tell ghost stories? "We breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again, but the phantom of the opera, who was scared to death, was still pale. Po died and Po was scolded. At this time, cauliflower wanted to relieve myself and stood up. Maybe the shadow of that incident still exists. She asked her boyfriend Farmer to accompany her. Just as they were about to go to the toilet, our teammate Binzi was also taking a group photo. He pointed his camera at them and said, "I have decided to make a documentary horror film, which will definitely be better than Blair Witch Project. Starting today, one person will disappear from my lens every day. Today is the farmer.

"The farmer replied," If you talk nonsense again, you will disappear first. "Just talk to food, go in the direction of the toilet. The rest are afraid to tell ghost stories, so they tell jokes. After five minutes, I heard cauliflower shouting from far to near in the toilet: "dead farmer!" " ! ! You ran back without me! Want to die? "We turned to look, I saw cauliflower rushed up angrily. We said to her, "The farmer is waiting for you, but he hasn't come back yet." Cauliflower "huh?" "Then where did he go? There is no him in the toilet. " Just then, I heard Bin Zi shout: "Ah ~ ~ ~ ghost! ! ! "We all turned around together; "Are you sick? At this time, are you still playing evil? " However, Binzi ignored our cry and just looked at the camera in his hand with a cold sweat on his forehead. I rushed over first. At this moment, I saw the scene where the camera in his hand was playing cauliflower and the farmer went to the toilet. The image is frozen. I saw a third shadow clearly behind the cauliflower and the farmer ... (3) We gathered around Binzi. From the beginning of eating, everything is normal in the film. Just put it in the part where Po says the spell. Somehow, the image began to jump around and I couldn't stand it. The next thing you know, Po finished the spell. At this time, Lin Zi's boyfriend shovel said, "Go back and watch slowly." We went back to the jumping section and started to slow down, because the slow-moving image jumped very slowly. At this time, the red side suddenly said, "Don't move." Binzi quickly decided on the picture. What we see is the shadow on Po's head. We can't be sure what it is after watching it for a long time, but we can be sure it's not smoke from a bonfire. In the scene where cauliflower and the farmer went to the toilet, we were horrified to find that the farmer disappeared from the picture, and only the back of cauliflower went to the toilet. None of us can talk. Although everyone wears a lot of clothes, a chill emerges from everyone's heart. I turned my head with a glimmer of hope and asked Po, "Did you make up all those spells you just recited?" Po slowly shook his head at me and said, "That's true." As soon as the voice fell, a gust of wind blew past, shaking the bonfire, but the treetops actually made a whizzing sound, which is the sound that only branches can make in the northern winter gale. After a gust of wind passed, it was horribly quiet around, only the bonfire made a "snapping" sound from time to time, and the place outside the light shining range was dark. It seems that there is a mysterious danger hidden in this biting darkness, which leads us step by step to the abyss. That night, no one left the camp, and no one slept. Everyone huddled in a tent, and no one spoke. They all stared blankly at the flickering bonfire outside the tent, except for the low sobbing of cauliflower. At dawn, there was a heartbreaking cry for help in the distance. We men rushed out of the account and ran along the sound, but when we ran to the position of the sound, we found nothing on the ground except a sneaker. That is a farmer's shoe, and there is blood on the grass next to it. We immediately decided to cancel the activity, retrace our steps, find the farmer and call the police. After breakfast in a hurry, we set off and returned by the same route marked on the map. We shouted the name of the farmer as we walked, but we didn't hear any response. Just walk around and look for it. After walking for about two hours, Rhett suddenly stopped and asked me, "When did we start walking inside yesterday?" I said, "About 4: 30 in the afternoon." "When did you camp?" She then asked me, and I said, "It's 6: 30 sharp." She said, "Then we have been walking for two hours. Should we go out? " I comforted her and said, "Don't be so nervous. Maybe we will walk slowly today and go out soon. " Say that finish, and go forward, but I just walked a dozen steps, suddenly stay in place, not just me, all of us stay in place. It turned out that we had returned to the campsite last night! The girls sat on the ground. And our men's brains are cold one by one, and the whole body's blood seems to have solidified. After a while, Hunchi asked me, "Do you remember the right way?" I couldn't speak, so I nodded. He said, "Then go again! I don't fucking believe it! " We mixed up the girls sitting on the ground and began to walk out again. No matter which direction we went, after walking for two hours, we finally returned to the campsite last night. Everyone can't stand it mentally or physically, and it's getting dark. Helpless, we will camp here today. In a panic, I went to chop wood. Just after chopping for a while, I suddenly threw away my axe in panic and shouted, "I can't stand it!" " "He ran out of the jungle. This sudden situation caught me off guard. When I started chasing him, he had already run away. I didn't dare to go to him alone again, so I went back to the camp with chopped firewood, a crossbow and a knife, and asked for meat to eat together. We came back in vain. When we first entered the tent, Phantom rushed at me with red eyes and punched me: "Why don't you hold him?" "Why don't you hug him?" I whispered, "I don't have time." "What's too late? Coward! Coward! Don't worry, I'll find him myself! " Say that finish, grabbed the meat-eating machete and rushed out of the tent. I tried to catch her, but I only caught a puff of air. We all rushed out of the tent. At this time, it was dark outside the tent, and the Phantom of the Opera had disappeared into the boundless darkness. Without hesitation, we lit a fire in the camp, simply armed ourselves and set out collectively to find the Phantom of the Opera. We searched aimlessly in the dark, and time passed like this. Just when everyone was exhausted, my cell phone suddenly rang. As soon as I saw it, the caller ID was an illusion. I was just about to answer it. It suddenly occurred to me that the cell phone had no signal and was turned off. How is it possible ... I hesitated to connect the phone and slowly put it to my ear. A phantom voice came from the microphone: "I found him, by the river, by the river!" " As soon as I heard it, I said loudly, "don't hang up, we are coming!" " "There is only one river, where I replenished our water during the day. We hurried to the river. I ran to the river and saw nothing, not even a flashlight. No, I think, why should the Phantom of the Opera bring his cell phone? /

; "Go ten steps ahead, then turn left, under a big tree." We did as she said, but we still didn't see them. I asked the phone again, "Why can't we see you? Where the hell are you? " This is, the voice of the phantom of the opera in the microphone suddenly becomes small and slow: "You can see it as soon as you turn around." I turned around and took a photo with my flashlight. A shocking scene appeared before our eyes. I saw panic and visions sitting against a big tree. The head of panic is embedded with an axe to cut wood, and the head of phantom is embedded with a machete to take her away from meat. Blood gurgled down from their heads, but their eyes looked straight ahead, making the whole picture look ferocious. Phantom of the Opera still has a mobile phone in his hand, and the screen is still on, showing three words: On the phone ... (4) The girl who accompanied him vomited, squatted down while vomiting, and began to cry after a while. My legs are shaking so badly that I can hardly stand up. Binzi is still filming, but his hands are shaking badly. Hunchi said to me, "Call … Call … Call the police." I raised my mobile phone and pressed 1 10. "Du ..." "Du ..." rang twice, and the phone was connected. I was about to speak when a voice came from the other end of the phone. It was a woman's voice, but it was vague. I shouted "hello" twice, and my voice gradually became clear. That's the voice of Po chanting Dongba spell, and it's getting louder and louder. Finally, it kept repeating a syllable, gradually ... gradually weakened, and then there was a busy tone of "beep" on the phone. My scalp is numb and I feel cold all over. I turned to ask Po, what's the meaning of that syllable that keeps repeating on the phone? Po hesitated and spat out an unclear word: "Death …" We almost returned to the camp hand and foot. When we got to the camp and got into the tent, we zipped up and shook into a ball. At this time, the brush seemed to remember something and asked Po, "Didn't you say there was another spell to drive Shapin away?" The brush said something that none of us dared to say or believe, that is, we inadvertently summoned Shapin. However, the writing brush also reminds us. To exorcise ghosts, you must summon spirits. We watched Po together. Po nodded and said, "I'll try." However, when we turned on the flashlight to illuminate Po, we were once again frightened by an unexplained thing: Po's Dongba back page was missing. We surrounded Po and asked her to think about whether those pages were gone or dropped in the bag when they were put in it. Po shook her head hard and said; "No, no! I remember correctly! The spell that drove Sharpin was printed on the last few pages, and now it's gone, gone! " We seem to have been stripped of our skeletons and collapsed there. No one wants to say anything more, but no one can sleep. It is still a sleepless night. Oh, my God, it's finally on again. Birds singing in the forest brought the world back to life. Everyone's eyes are bloodshot from absence. "Go!" I don't know who snapped a word. We are all moved. We packed our backpacks and set off. Nobody asked which way to go or where to go, but a group of people walked aimlessly in one direction. After walking for more than two hours, we were surprised to find that we didn't go back to that damn camp. This discovery has more or less produced some positive effects among us. I took out my map and checked our route. That's the route to Gaoligong Mountain, which we planned. And the car is waiting for us over there. Although there are still a few days' journey, it at least gives us a glimmer of hope. Everyone began to be a little more active and walked more vigorously. But because of what happened these two days, we didn't have a good rest for two nights, and everyone was a little tired. It's nearly noon, and we unanimously decided to camp, have a good rest for a day, and continue on our way tomorrow. After lunch, I fell asleep leaning against a tree. I had a dream. I dreamed that I was going to chop wood with meat. I was chopping when the axe suddenly fell. When I bent down to pick it up, I suddenly heard a whistle on my head. I looked up and saw that the meat was stuck in my head by the branch of a small tree, and I was stiff all over. It turned out that when he was chopping wood, he cut off an old vine, and the old vine twisted a decimal. When he accidentally cut off the old vine, the young tree bounced back. I ducked my head and picked up the axe, and escaped the disaster. I shouted in horror. At this time, I was awakened by a shovel lying next to me and asked me, "What's wrong with you?" I haven't fully recovered from my dream. Just staring at the shovel. When I regained a little consciousness, I jumped up like crazy and yelled at everyone: "Where's the meat?" Who has seen the meat? "I was so fascinated by meat that I leaned out of a tent and asked me," What's the matter? " At this time, I took a long breath. The afternoon passed quickly. It's almost evening again. I said I was going to cut some firewood, and Hunchi said, "I'll go with you. "I almost rudely refused him, making everyone look at me in surprise. I soon discovered my gaffe and said to the meat. " Oh, I'm sorry, I mean, you'd better dig the toilet here, and I'll cut the wood with a brush. "After that, I picked up an axe and a brush and went into the forest. Delivery can really relieve some psychological discomfort. We cut it for a while. Just as I swung my axe at the stump, my axe suddenly fell. When I bent down to pick it up, something flashed through my mind. I instinctively shouted, "Danger!" My shouts were accompanied by the whistling of branches. When I looked up, the dream scene came true ... I stumbled back to the camp and called everyone over. Binzi filmed as usual. I stood behind Binzi and looked at the shooting picture. Binzi photographed the horror of the brush, and then patted the blood on the ground. As soon as he pointed the lens at the blood, I found a layer of blood red under the screen, just like Binzi dipped the lens in the blood. Binzi also found this and began to retreat, staring at the camera screen in his hand while retreating. At this time, the color of the first layer or shallow layer begins to rise, rise and roll.

It's like someone is pouring boiled blood into a container. Finally, the screen was full of blood red, and a drop of blood dripped from the camera screen in Binzi's hand. Binzi let out a cry, dropped the camera and turned to run. Under his influence, the rest of us followed suit and ran back to the camp in one breath. That night, Binzi had a high fever. After midnight, Binzi's high fever subsided, but he felt that he had some diarrhea. I said to him, "it may be because of shock that gastrointestinal spasm occurs." If you want to go with me, I want to go. " Binzi nodded weakly, so I picked him up and we walked towards the toilet with flashlights. Binzi squatted in it for ten minutes before coming out, but I waited outside for ten years. I told Binzi to wait for me outside. I smelled a pungent smell of blood as soon as I entered the toilet. I used my flashlight to take a look at the temporary pit dug as a toilet, and my stomach turned upside down. It is impressive that the pit is full of human organs, such as intestines and stomach. I spit it out with a "wow". I quit the toilet and looked back to see Binzi squatting on the ground. I asked him trembling, "Is it ... ok?" He didn't make any noise. I patted him on the shoulder with my hand. As soon as my finger touched his body, he threw himself to the ground. Under the irradiation of my flashlight, Binzi's pants were covered with blood. It's dawn again, and every time it gets dark and dawn, our number is decreasing. Looking at Binzi's backpack left there, none of us could speak, put away the tent, and we hit the road again, walking wearily in the forest, stumbling but refusing to stop, trying to get rid of this nightmare that has been following us. But who knows what will happen when night comes? After camping again, we counted the people. The man is me, meat, horsepower, shovel, mountain fly, and the woman is Hong, Po, Woods and cauliflower. Although there are nine people, each of us feels so helpless. Drink water at night and go back to the tent. Suddenly I found Binzi's camera next to my backpack. I asked Hunchi, "Did you pick it up?" Hunchi shook his head and said, "I thought you brought it back." The two of us looked at each other after watching, but the two tall and strong men were scared by the camera lying there quietly. After a while, I took out my knife and shook my hands and fiddled with the camera with the tip of the knife. I turned the camera over twice, and suddenly the screen bounced off and started playing. I jumped out of the tent at the same time as the meat eater. For a long time, I put my head into the tent and saw that the camera was still there and still playing. I got up the courage to go in, picked up the camera and watched it. In fact, the part played was the part where Binzi and I went to the toilet. It seems that someone followed us. After that broadcast, the pictures behind were chaotic and horrible, one after another unrelated pictures, but the images of the rest of us were all dead ... I dare not watch any more. I took the camera outside the tent and threw it far away. When I returned to the tent, I muttered to the others, "No one can run away …" However, this time everyone was secretly happy and prayed that the nightmare would end. After breakfast, we are ready to start. Hench is checking his flashlight. I turned my back on Hunchi and packed my backpack. I listened to the muddy pool behind me and said, "Why can't the battery I just changed yesterday work?" There is no light? I'll eat you if it doesn't shine! "I bowed my head and tied the edge and said to him," I still have batteries here. Yours is a big flashlight. Do you want to use the 1 battery? " For a long time, no one responded. As soon as I looked back, my eyes stood out and my mouth was wide open. The flashlight he said he wanted to eat was stuck in his mouth. Only a foot-long flashlight head is exposed outside the mouth, and the rest come out of the back of the head. Blood stained his upper body ... (6) Oh, my God! It turns out that the nightmare is not over, not only is it not over, but it is getting worse. Took my friend away on such a sunny morning. In the next few days, our team members left us one after another, and they all walked so strangely and horribly. When there is still half a day's journey from the destination, only Po and I are left in the whole team. Although it was only half a day's journey, the arrival of the night made us afraid to rush forward, so we camped. After dinner, Po and I sat in the tent and looked at each other. Po's eyes were red and swollen, and the whole person left her because of horsepower, looking extremely shriveled. I was just about to say something to comfort her. Suddenly, there was a burst of footsteps outside the tent. I jumped up in shock. I took out my knife and threw it at the door. I hold it high, and whatever it is, as long as it comes in, I will try my best to cut it down. At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside: "Moon Cold, is that you?"? "Hearing this, I was a farmer. I opened the tent door and rushed out. It was him. I pulled him into the tent and asked him, "Where have you been?" The farmer said, "I accidentally fell into the trap dug by the hunter that day." I also heard cauliflower scold me. I can't climb up alone. I tried to call you, but you didn't come to save me, or the hunter pulled me up the next day. "I started chasing you, but I couldn't catch up with you. I can always see traces of your camping, but I can't catch up with your people. If I hadn't decided to travel all night today, I'm afraid I couldn't catch up with you again. " Seeing our teammate again, I forgot to scrutinize the credibility of what he said. When he asked someone else, I told him off and on what happened these days. Later, I let him rest in the tent with me and Po. He insisted on building another tent, so I didn't force him. However, when he went to rest, all kinds of doubts came to mind: it was too quiet, and we couldn't miss his cry for help that night. He has no tent these days (his backpack was abandoned by us the next few days). Where does he live? He has just heard too many terrible things. How can he not look scared? Why didn't he look sad when he heard about cauliflower? Besides, why does he insist on sleeping alone? With this in mind, I can't stay any longer. I have to find out. When I walked out of the tent and came outside his tent, I suddenly found a faint light in his tent, so I decided to observe it first. I peeked at his tent. I saw the farmer sitting in the tent with a flashlight between his legs, so that the light of the flashlight shone on his head. He carefully took his head off his neck with both hands and put it in his hand ... Seeing this, I almost fell to the ground.

It turned out that the farmer was dead. I slipped back to the tent with my hand over my mouth, pulled up the sleepy Po, forgot my backpack and ran into the boundless darkness. We ran in the dark in the middle of the night and finally reached our destination at dawn. At this point, I was relieved. People also fainted. When I woke up, we were already in Kunming. Bao and I scraped together enough money, bought two train tickets back to Beijing and embarked on a journey home. On the train, we are all recalling all kinds of terrible things that happened in just ten days. When we think of those friends who have left us forever, our tears flow down. After dinner, Po and I said to each other, "Have a good sleep." Say that finish, we will lie on the bed and rest. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a nightmare. The train just passed a small station. I looked at Po across the shop. Through the flashing lights outside the window, I saw Po's eyes glowing green, and a forked tongue like a poisonous snake letter came in and out of her mouth, and my heart sank to the bottom. The train quickly passed the station, and the carriage fell into darkness again ... A tombstone in Lingyuan, Foshan, a northern suburb of Beijing: the tomb of Aiko Moon's cold star (died in the train derailment accident on X, X, X). ...