Are there any jokes about ghosts? Ghost stories and jokes are ok, but they should not be too long, so that children in grades two and three can understand them.

The man with half a face the next night

"The night is suitable for telling those bizarre stories." My friend had a stretch. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, dragging his coat. There is no furniture in his house, so all the guests are doing it on the floor. Because he said he hated chairs, it was the style of the ancients to do it on the floor.

"Go on, what a one-sided story." I urged.

"Well, that's right. I'm afraid this is the weirdest story I know. Even the narrative makes me tremble.

As usual, I travel without a destination, but I usually choose a remote place. You know there are often many strange and interesting stories there. But I've only heard of it before, but I've experienced it myself this time.

I came to a village. In fact, this village is so big that it can almost be regarded as a mini-city. Everyone in the village has a different job, which just constitutes a demand ring, and everyone is self-sufficient. So slowly cut off from the outside world. However, they are still very hospitable, and they are very kind to me when I come. Plus, I have been studying medicine for several years, so I can help them treat some common diseases. They regard me as a guest of honor. And passed it on to a great doctor. Ha ha. "My friend smiled smugly. I know that he is actually excellent in college. Although he doesn't like being a doctor, he belongs to the kind of person who wants to learn well even if he doesn't like it. So even if he doesn't inherit Nabi's legacy, he will become an excellent doctor. Seeing him so happy, it is estimated that people in that village really respected him at that time.

"But it didn't take long. The village chief invited me to his house. The village head is the most respected person in the village, quite like a patriarch. It can be said that he is almost the king of local tyrants. Of course, he is also very friendly. However, he always maintained this due dignity and dignity. But this time he was humble, as if he wanted something from me.

You are a god. Everyone in the village says that you have excellent medical skills, and even solved several intractable diseases that have plagued them for a long time. You are really something. The village chief kept praising me, which almost surprised me.

Tell me, is anyone in your family sick? I asked him with a smile. However, the village chief's face is a face of reluctance, which seems difficult to speak. Every time he wants to talk, he swallows it back. Finally, he whispered to me as if he had made up his mind; It's my son, the same age as you, and a very good person. But I don't know when he started, but he locked himself up and stayed in his room every day, eating only the food we sent, but never seeing our family. His mother and I are going crazy. As a result, God sent you. You have to save him. The village chief said that at last, he burst into tears and almost knelt down. I don't think it's that simple. I'm afraid I can't handle it with my medical skills. But I still promised to go to his house with the village chief to find out the situation.

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Tease you with Guling II.

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30th floor

The dragon house is indeed a lot of style, but it is also an ordinary brick house. But it's a little bigger than ordinary villagers' houses. This house has two floors. There is also a big yard in front of the door, where some poultry are kept. On the right side of the house, there are waves of original vegetables (actually farmyard manure). Compared to toilets and vegetable gardens. The only thing that bothers me is that big black dog, who is half man and half beast, grinned at me when he saw that I was a stranger, and his throat was still growling. I know this dog is extremely dangerous. So I stopped. The village chief quickly reprimanded me and left before I dared to go in.

The village head's family is very friendly and is a typical hospitable farmer. I've been thinking, what happened to the children raised by such an ordinary family?

The village chief took me to the second floor and came to a room.

"Just this, my son's name is Zhuzi, and he has shut himself in for a whole month. There's really no way. If you don't come, I'll go out and find a doctor. " There is no trouble between the village chief's words.

"Have you talked to him? Because he closed it himself. " I asked.

The village chief shook his head and I motioned for him to go down. At that time, it seemed to me that it might be some psychological problems caused by the irritability of young people in adolescence, so it might be better for me to let the village head, who is a father, avoid it. As a result, my idea is actually too simple.

The village chief went downstairs and muttered in a low voice, vaguely hearing that he hoped to be cured this time. I looked at his back and felt sorry for him.

"Is that a pillar?" I tapped on the wooden door. The texture of the door is rough and has burrs. The first blow hurt badly, so I relaxed a little.

It is not surprising that the pillar didn't answer me. So I started the so-called psychotherapy. It is nothing more than something that has not been completely forgotten in college psychology class. Unfortunately, it didn't work at all. An hour later, I began to be anxious and suddenly became curious about the people inside. I looked around and found an irregular hole in the lower right corner of the door. I squatted down hard to see inside.

I finally aimed my eyes at the hole. There is not enough light to see clearly. But I still vaguely saw a tall silhouette sitting by the bed. I guess he is a pillar. He sat there like a statue, unmoved. I suddenly had an impulsive idea. What if I shout "I see you" now?