What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen?

Many years ago, on a river bank, in an uninhabited place between two villages, a small Buddha head appeared on the ground. At first, only people nearby knew that devout old people burned incense to worship, surrounded them with objects, and prohibited children from playing (this was originally a remote and empty place), and young people who went out to work rarely knew. However, the Buddha grew up slowly, which is really amazing. The news spread from local to far away, and I also went to see it. At that time, the whole head grew out, with a nose, eyes and mouth, and the soil next to it had a natural mark that was slightly raised when the tree grew up. The key problem is that many people go to worship God, and people with headaches and brain fever will get better. This place is on fire. There are devout old people, superstitious witches, locals who are enthusiastic about doing good, rich people who have returned to their hometowns to worship God, and so on. They plan to build a small temple house around the Buddha there. It is said that the Buddha statues all grew out of the ground a few months later (I went to Shenzhen to work at that time). That is a standing Buddha statue. People use reinforced concrete to strengthen the ground and thicken the temple to prevent it from collapsing due to wind and rain. More and more people go to worship Buddha (mostly the elderly, the sick poor, and some rich people). Strange to say, many people say that the minor illness of worshipping Buddha will be fine, those who do small businesses earn a little, those who drive for safety, those who pray for the college entrance examination, and those who have money for safety. However, there was a flood in the summer of 1998, and the flood season was long. That section of the river bank may have collapsed because it was soaked in water, and all the temples and Buddha statues fell down. Someone went to see that there was a deep hole under the Buddha statue. The collapse of the river bank is also related to this and should be man-made. Because it was several years ago, it is impossible to find out who did it and it has become an unsolved case. According to the analysis of the public security department, a hole several meters deep should be dug vertically, dried beancurd should be put in, and the Buddha should be placed on it. After a while, add some water to make the Buddha swell, and then add some water, and the Buddha will grow up slowly. Because there is no big problem, plus a long time, it will go away. At that time, some patients who went to worship Buddha did recover, which should be psychological. Besides, it is not a serious disease. Therefore, psychotherapy also belongs to the medical category, and most of those who did business in those years made money.

An unusual thing happened in my own menstruation, which caused a sensation in the whole town.

I remember it was when I was eight or nine years old, about 1993. At that time, I came home from school at noon on the third day, and there was no one at home. Usually my parents cook lunch at home and wait for us to eat at noon. However, when I was about to go to school that day, they didn't come back, so I had to go to school with my brother hungry.

My mother didn't come back until eight or nine in the evening, and my father lived in my aunt's house. I heard my mother talk about my aunt's house. Here's the thing:

Our hometown belongs to Xinyang, which is south, so crops are harvested twice a year, wheat is harvested once and rice is harvested once. It happened in May. At that time, there was a big temperature difference between morning and evening, which was hot during the day and cool at night. This is the time for transplanting rice in the countryside. Because it is hot during the day, many rural people choose to eat at night, and when it gets cold at seven or eight o'clock, they will add a class to transplant rice seedlings. Because we feel like terraced fields, every village in the countryside will have a big pond to store water to irrigate farmland, and a well for the whole village to drink. The well is two meters away from my aunt's door, and the pond is about two meters in front of it. When my aunt goes to the farmland, she has to go through the well at the door, across the pond and walk a long way to reach her farmland.

That night, my aunt and uncle planted rice seedlings in the fields in the moonlight. Rural people work together. At first, there were people talking and laughing around. My uncle is lazy, and after working for a while, he says he is tired. He wants to go home. My aunt said that you should go back first, and then I will work. At this time, someone is talking around. My aunt thinks it's still early. My uncle accidentally went straight home to sleep, and my aunt kept working with her head covered. After a long time, she finally finished a fight. My aunt looked up, and the moon was just above her head, and there was silence all around. I don't know when all the villagers working around have left. Aunt thought it would be after ten o'clock at most, and there was still a little bit of seedling before she went back.

According to my aunt, it wasn't long before I finally planted the seedlings. My mother said later that 12 must have passed. After planting, she went home. As I said before, she has to go through the pond to get to the field, so she has to go through the pond and the well to go home. When she was walking near the pond, she suddenly found a buffalo in the tree. Then she saw that it was her own cow. In the countryside, cattle are very valuable. My aunt was annoyed at that time and scolded the old woman for coming home early, but she didn't know how to bring the buffalo home. She wanted to hug cows in the pond, but later she thought that her feet were full of cows. So she went home and got a bucket of water, ready to go to the well to get some cold water. When she took out the bucket and looked again, the buffalo in the pond disappeared, and she suspected that she was wrong.

While wondering, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared by the pond. The man waved to my aunt and said, "elder sister, you go to fetch water. Come and I'll help you." When my aunt saw this posture, she thought it was wrong and wanted to run into the house, but she couldn't walk or move her legs. She said that she shouted loudly and nobody paid attention to her, but later my uncle and the villagers said that she didn't scream, so maybe she was fascinated and felt it.

At that time, although my legs couldn't move and I didn't scream, my aunt knew very well that this man suddenly appeared in the middle of the night. He was not from their village. There must be something strange, so she just stood there, wondering if she could just stand. What if the man comes and pushes himself into the water? So she thinks I should sit there and watch how you push me. She just sits on the ground, and the wells in the countryside will be flooded by the head to avoid pumping the water out.

My aunt just sat there and couldn't move. After a while, it was quiet. Seeing that no one came out, the man came out again. It turned out that he was standing by the pond and my aunt was by the well. Later, when he found that no one was there, he slowly approached my aunt and said, "Elder sister, it's boring to live. You'd better follow me." And so on, advised menstruation to die, but menstruation was strong because of her. In this way, one side advised to die, and the other side sat there listening.

Then the rooster crowed and it was almost dawn. My lazy uncle didn't notice that my aunt didn't come home all night. He got up. When he went out, he saw my aunt sitting by the well, cursing with her mouth open: "Don't cook in the morning, just sit there and wait for death." See menstruation didn't respond, he went to one side and scolded for a while. He felt something was wrong. He looked at my aunt, and wait for a while looked at her intently, but said nothing. At this moment, he slapped my aunt twice.

My uncle quickly hugged her, and my aunt became very strong. She broke free and ran to the pond. Fortunately, in the morning, everyone in the village came to watch the fun, and she heard her uncle's scolding. She saw my aunt break free and my uncle tried to dive. Several men quickly stopped her and pulled her back into the house. My uncle was scared to death. He sent a message to my parents to see my aunt for the last time. When my father heard the news, he cried and ran to my aunt's house.

Several people carried my aunt into the house and put her on the bed. My aunt tried to hang herself again, so they tied her to the bed with a rope, and invited a witch and a doctor. Dad didn't come home that night, and several people took turns to watch the aunt stay up all night, fearing that she would die.

This lasted for three days, and my aunt finally came to her senses before telling the villagers what had happened to her. About half a month later, a little girl of eight or nine years old in their village drowned in that pond.

I was born and raised in a sparsely populated mountain area. I've heard of it since I was a child, and I've seen many strange things. There are some strange things that science cannot explain. I tell you, you may not believe it, but this is really my own experience.

Next, I will tell you a strange event that I experienced personally.

There is a primary school in our village called Shuangmiao Primary School. The school is very small, with forty or fifty students. According to the old people in the village, the address of this primary school turned out to be a mass grave.

Chairman Mao broke the superstition, flattened the graves here and built a school called Shuangmiao Primary School, where I went to primary school.

In the third year of high school, due to the heavy study tasks, there were many brothers and sisters in our family, and the accommodation was relatively tight. In order not to disturb my study, I proposed to live in school with my neighbor Dongdong, who went to high school together, to review my lessons.

Dongdong's father is a private teacher in Shuangmiao Primary School. My proposal was supported by two adults, and Dongdong and I quickly moved into the dormitory of the school teacher.

Shuangmiao primary school is very humble. There are three rows of adobe houses, two rows of classrooms and one row of teachers' dormitories. There is a teacher who often lives in school. In winter vacation, the teacher went home.

Because Dongdong's father is a private teacher in this school, he lived in this school at night and experienced some strange things in the school. Dongdong knows something about the strange things that happened in school, but this is my first time living in school, and I have no idea.

This dormitory is a suite with a kang inside and a tin stove for heating outside, a desk and a wooden bookcase.

On the first night of school, Dongdong and I didn't go to bed until late at night. We sleep on the kang. Before going to bed, Dongdong asked me to sleep outside the kang, and he slept next to me on the kang. I agreed without hesitation.

When we turned off the lights and lay down for less than ten minutes, I vaguely heard the sound of "Hua Hua" turning pages from the outside of the suite. I was surprised and asked Dongdong if he heard the sound. Dongdong hit me twice and said stop talking and go to sleep quickly.

After a while, I heard a "clanging" sound from the outhouse again. I asked Dongdong in a low voice, "What is this?" Dongdong said, "Don't make any noise, don't make any noise."

After the sound of fiddling with the stove stopped, I heard the door of the back room suite "banging", accompanied by the rustling of people walking. I turned on the light foolishly, listened carefully again, and heard nothing.

After we got up, we went to the outside of the suite and looked at it. Everything was the same. There was no trace of anyone coming, so we turned off the lights and went to sleep again. After about ten minutes, the sound rang again, keeping us awake until midnight.

Later, there was nothing we could do. We got up and went back to my house to wake my brother, and the three of us slept together. It is puzzling that the three of us have never heard that sound since we turned off the lights and went to bed.

The next day, we moved to another room to review our lessons. After sleeping in this room at night, we didn't hear that terrible voice again, and a winter vacation passed quickly.

Later I asked Dongdong, "What is that? Why can't three men hear when they sleep? "

Dongdong said, "There may be something unclean in that house. Those unclean things are playing tricks. We three men have a strong yang to suppress those evil spirits. "

This is a really weird event that I experienced personally. Do you think it's weird and scary? Do you think this phenomenon can be explained scientifically?

Have you ever tried staring at the mirror for a long time at night? If not, it is recommended not to try. Because something will make you feel uncomfortable.

When the university was about to graduate, our dormitory entered a relaxed state. They play cards until two o'clock every day, so it is impossible to sleep. I'm not like them. I like quiet. I borrowed a qigong book from my classmates. After watching it for a few days, I feel that my eyebrows are always tight and itchy. I always see twice as much. That is, red is followed by a layer of green and blue is followed by a layer of yellow. ...

One night, I felt itchy on my forehead, so I looked in the mirror and found nothing. It's just a whim. Can you see anything in the mirror? So I concentrated on staring in the mirror, looking for any special phenomenon. Sure enough, I found it. There is a little red dot above my head, which is not very bright. I looked around and made sure that this red dot only existed in the mirror.

This aroused my interest. I looked at it in the same way just now, and there was indeed a little red dot overhead. I stared at my face again. Suddenly, my face disappeared, my head turned black, my face became irregular, and I obviously felt like I was crawling, just like rubber. My eyes were so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly. Suddenly, two rows of small white teeth appeared on that head, and I seemed to hear a terrible laugh from inside. When I was nervous, my hand shook and the mirror fell to the ground and broke.

So I suggest you never stare at the mirror at night, which will scare yourself!

Not to mention, there is.

When I was a child, I played in my yard and saw a spherical luminous body floating in the sky. If I had run to the second floor of my house, I might have caught it through the window. However, I didn't do anything at that time. Instead, I squatted in the yard and watched it float from one end of the house to the other until it disappeared. Now I regret why I didn't go to the second floor to catch it. If it was an alien object, I would have told my relatives and friends, and no one believed it. . . .

The second thing is that there is an old house ten meters away from my home on Ghost Festival. When I saw a white dress floating in the air, I didn't think it was dizziness or illusion. Then I told my mother that I must have read it wrong. Then I told my classmates that they were my good friends. They don't have any letters. what can I do? I'm helpless. . . . .

The third is that I didn't forward the QQ message "I was crushed by ghosts if I didn't forward it". I didn't believe it at first, and my heart was full of disdain. Then I woke up the next morning, opened my eyes but didn't have the strength to lift the quilt and instruct my body. Then I felt the quilt getting heavier and heavier, and my mother came to wake me up in a fog. I especially want to tell her that I can't move, but I can't make myself talk. I couldn't control my mouth ... and then I don't remember how I got out of this situation. I desperately let my right hand open the quilt and suddenly feel free, and the quilt became lighter. ...

This story belongs to a friend. She said that there was such a thing in her impression that she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a fact. This thing is like this. A family living upstairs has just ushered in a new life, but the child has been crying for many days and nights. Later, my mother-in-law said that the child was leaving tonight, and she didn't care much, but she didn't hear it again when she woke up the next morning. Her mother-in-law says you are stupid. Since we moved to the first floor, there are no guests on the second floor so far. ...

It's all my own experience. Believe it if you want. Don't spray if you don't believe me.

Tell a personal experience: I sent my children to school one weekend the year before last. Because it is a boarding school, I always go to school on Sunday afternoon. We went to the company first. The child played in the company for a while and picked up a red stone to show me. The surface of the stone is quite smooth, because I'm working and I haven't studied much with him. Before leaving my job, my child and I ate a peach. At the end of school, my son said that his stomach was uncomfortable and he felt sick. He happened to be walking on a bridge, so we pulled over and my husband said, try it, drink some water, spit it out, spit it out. I said, could it be a peach? My son retched there for a while, but he didn't spit anything out. I said get in the car and I'll pinch it for you. So my son and I got on the bus and I let him lie down. I pinched the back of his neck, and he usually doesn't eat well. When he grabbed the back of his neck, Zidou was fine. But when I started pinching, I was fine. Then my son began to cry hysterically. I'll call my husband quickly. At this time, a strange thought suddenly rose in my heart: isn't this sick? After my husband came over, I asked him to tear it, and it was okay for him to tear it. As soon as I started, my son screamed and his mouth looked sharp, much like a weasel. So I hinted to my husband and told him with my mouth, is the weasel playing tricks? My husband nodded, and it turned out that he was also very skeptical. At this time, the son began to pull out his limbs and his hands and feet became stiff. I said, let's go to the hospital. As I said, I took off the protective bodhisattva and hung it on my son. My husband also took off the Guan Gong amulet he was wearing and asked me to hang it on my son. While driving, I called my mother-in-law and asked her to burn paper and incense at home. Then I asked people in the company to buy paper in the supermarket and burn paper and incense in the wasteland in the north of the company. I'm not idle either. To tell the truth, I am brave. While massaging his son's hands, feet, arms and legs, he cursed that thing. I said, get out of here. If you mess with the child like this again, I'll definitely find your lair and tear it down. None of us want to be better! This process is really thrilling. After a while, my son's hands became less stiff, and his mouth was full of leaking stones and stone floors. I didn't understand, so he hit his pants pocket with his hand. I quickly rummaged through his pockets and found the red stone he showed me at noon. I immediately understood that it was that stone that caused the disaster! I threw the stone at the foot of the passenger seat and said, that! It's just a broken stone Here you are! Who wants you? ! I'll send it back to you! At this time, my son slowly got better. I just arrived at the hospital. After parking the car, the husband gave his son water to drink and let him gargle. My son's condition is also normal. I said, do you need to go in and check? What did the husband say to check? Is this not good? Later, we asked the teacher for leave and went back to the company. I asked my son where the stone was picked up. I'll put it back. I put it down and said, here you are! A broken stone, you are stingy. Why don't you walk by our wall every day and be a good neighbor? Don't feel bad (I heard from my husband that weasels often run on the wall of our company)! After my son got well, I asked him if he remembered what happened. He only remembers his nausea and knows nothing about the subsequent process. I think that stone may be its toy. My son didn't want to take it, because he didn't know, so he was tossed.

The strangest thing I experienced personally, I was widowed, and my neighbor, an old man in Beijing, was widowed. We don't know each other, because the community is too big to get out of the door by car ferry. He greeted me in our community, and I opened an inn in that community. He saw me sending a video of cooking to the guests. Every woman in Sichuan is a cook, and I also cook Sichuan food. I often post videos of those dishes in the group. He asked me if I could come to my house for dinner. I made a reservation. He said he was single and widowed. I replied that me too. As a result, we started talking. I don't know which building he lives in or what the house is like. I was in Chengdu that day and my home was Mount Emei. As a result, I had a dream that night and went to his house. In the dream, his wife's wardrobe hangs intact, and he often sleeps in his wife's pajamas. I have a belt. The day after I came home, my best friend and I went to his house. I told this to my best friend to make sure it was a dream scene. The first thing I did when I went to his house was to open the closet in the room where he slept, just like in my dream. I also asked him if you slept in her yellow pajamas last night. He said he would wear it once every once in a while, and told me the price of each dress, saying that some of them were for nannies, but they were all very expensive. My god, my best friend is braver than me. She sat for 10 minutes. She said she left. When she came back, we kept saying that there was a woman staring at us in that room, so naturally our relationship ended. Do you think it strange that the old man in Beijing hasn't found a girlfriend today?

Many years ago, what happened in the past six months has always haunted me and puzzled me. Write it out and analyze it for me ...

My wife's godmother belongs to the kind of master in the eyes of rural people, that is to say, she can see things that others can't, but she usually doesn't show them to others. As the saying goes, this kind of thing is a secret, and revealing it will kill you, just like Yuan Shoucheng in The Journey to the West, which eventually led to the beheading of King Jinghe.

I went to her house for dinner that Spring Festival. After dinner, she kept staring at me without talking, which made my heart tremble.

After a long time, she said, "From tomorrow on, you are not allowed to touch the car for half a year. You can take a car, take a taxi or ride a bike when you go out, but you are not allowed to drive. "

I have always trusted and respected her because I have heard something about her before. I'll do whatever she says.

I didn't dare to ask more, and she didn't say much.

When I got home, I parked my car in the garage. Every morning, I go to work by bus, and at night, I take a taxi. I really didn't drive it once, and soon a thick layer of dust fell on the car.

Time goes by day, and half a year will come soon. I remember very clearly that it was noon on June 30th, and my sister called me and asked me to have dinner in the evening.

It's not worthwhile to take a taxi because it's far away. I want a friend of mine to drive me. Who knows, my friend has something to do and can't see me off.

I thought it was June 30th, so I took the car out and washed it. I drive by myself.

Then ... tragedy.

Just less than two kilometers from my sister's house, when I turned right, I heard a crash. I quickly got off the bus and saw an electric car lying on the ground and a man lying behind my car. I broke my head. I'm bleeding. ...

I swear to God, before I turned right, I looked in the rearview mirror and mirror again and again to make sure there was no one behind me. As for where this man came from, I can't figure out how to break my head.

Of course I didn't eat. It cost me tens of thousands of dollars to deal with this traffic accident.

I mentioned this when I went home and went to my mother's house for dinner during the Chinese New Year. She looked at me and shook her head without saying a word. I dare not ask more questions.

It's still like this. I go to see it every Spring Festival. Usually she doesn't say anything, and I never ask. In my wife's words, if she says nothing, it proves that there is nothing to say.

It's been seven or eight years since this happened, and I feel a little puzzled anyway. Is it really so amazing? Some things, if you really believe, there are, if you don't believe, there is nothing, don't you think?

My neighbor's daughter and I have known each other since childhood and are good playmates. She is a little younger than me and grew up together. She is my sister, so to speak. When I was in the third grade, she once wanted to play ask the spirits. At that time, I was an atheist and totally believed in these things. Looking at her excitement and expectation, I am actually very disdainful. I think she is so ignorant and naive. In order to let her know that ask the spirits is actually a psychological function, I searched online for the calling method of ask the spirits, and prepared to try it with her. Help her break through childish ideas.

A few nights later, when there was no one at home, I called my sister home to ask the spirits. We waited until 24 o'clock at night. I prepared things according to the method taught in the tutorial, lit a white candle and started the evocation ceremony. My sister and I sat around the table, looking at the white candle, whispering the call of ask the spirits: Ask the spirits to ask the spirits, I am your past life, and you are my present life. If you want to make up with me, please draw a circle on the paper. So I kept repeating the same call.

After reading the summoning words several times, I felt that our hands holding pens crossed and moved slowly. My sister and I both looked at the pen in front of us and slowly drew circles on the paper. I feel as if there is a force pushing my hand, like an invisible hand manipulating the movement of a pen. Maybe my sister thinks the pen can move, so her hand is moving unconsciously. She is moving, and I am naturally moving. I have this explanation in my head. I still don't believe this situation, so I looked at the pen still moving in my hand and said, since it is moving, please give me face. I want to know my computer password, but I can't decipher it. At that time, I was poor at school, and my parents locked my computer and wouldn't let me play. )

When I'm finished. My sister and I stared at our hands holding pens carefully, and then watched the pens in our hands start to move again. Under our control, our hands slowly and irregularly circled a few numbers on the paper. I carefully looked at the numbers circled on the paper and felt familiar. I cocked my head and thought for a while. It seems to be short for grandpa's date of birth. Is it a coincidence? Or did you really tell me something? I don't believe that there really is a pen fairy. This result makes me wonder, and I don't want to continue playing. I threw away the pen, then crumpled the paper into a ball and told my sister that it was all fake. This is a psychological effect. People's hands will move unconsciously when they are suspended.

All right, go home and sleep. I sent my sister home, and when she saw me like this, she left disappointed. After my sister left, I turned on the locked computer and thought about the password clues I got when I played ask the spirits. Although I don't believe it, after all, I really haven't tried my grandfather's date of birth. I entered the password with expectation and curiosity, only to see the computer screen loaded on the desktop after I turned it on. It turned out to be true. I was surprised and said, is it true what ask the spirits told me? I turned on the computer and just verified the accuracy of the question just now. I didn't tell my parents about unlocking the computer and playing ask the spirits.

When I was sleeping, I lay in bed and looked out of the window, wondering if there really was a ask the spirits. Maybe everything that happened today is a coincidence. I felt that I glanced out of the window inadvertently and saw a pair of things that looked like feet in front of my window. I thought I was dazzled. Looking at it again, it looks more and more like a pair of women's feet hanging on the window, like a person hanging on it. I don't know how this happened. I'm too scared to look up. The feeling of fear was very intense, and then I found myself awake. When I opened my eyes, it turned out that I had fallen asleep unconsciously. I was awakened by a nightmare. Although I was awakened by fear and the content of the dream was a bit strange, I just thought it was a dream.

I didn't care, and I went on living as usual. The next night, I fell asleep and dreamed that there was a woman sitting by my bed. I can't see her clearly, but I feel that her face looks like a bread face, but it is swollen like bread. I saw her eyes squeezed out by her protruding face. While I was still wondering, sitting on the bed, she suddenly put her face close to me and said to me, why do you want to play? I was suddenly awakened by her sudden face, staring, kicking and scratching my hands and feet. This time, I was really scared. When I am afraid, I bury my head in the quilt and calm down. I thought about what the woman in my dream said to me before and after playing ask the spirits, and felt the seriousness of the situation.

Now I dare not pretend that nothing happened. Get up quickly, rush to mother's room, get into her bed, hold her with both hands and feet, and bury her head in her arms. My mother thought I had a nightmare, so she comforted me and said nothing. I shivered and told my mother everything about it. After listening to the whole story, my mother scolded me angrily, then got up with a black face and got dressed, went to my room to get clothes on, grabbed me and knelt in front of the Buddha statue at home, and then burned incense for Guanyin Bodhisattva. Because there is Guanyin at home, she kowtows while burning incense, chanting: Please show your spirit, she is too young to understand, and I will kowtow to you if she touches something she shouldn't touch. After that, let me kowtow to the bodhisattva. After begging the Bodhisattva, take me to bed and sleep with her.

I had another dream the night I slept with my mother. I dreamed that there was an elevator in my living room. It seems that the elevator is the first floor of my living room, and there is an elevator room in my living room. It seems that I have to go down, and I can only see the elevator door open. An old woman came out of the elevator, looked at me and said, I'm sorry I scared you. I'm taking her back now, so remember not to touch anything you shouldn't. After saying these words, I saw the female ghost suddenly appear behind my grandmother, and then she turned and walked into the elevator with the female ghost, and saw the elevator disappear under my living room.

My living room is back to normal. Since then, I have never had strange nightmares, and of course I dare not play ask the spirits again. Don't just learn things online. You don't know what is dangerous to you. I don't know what would happen to me if my mother didn't ask the bodhisattva for help. After this incident, I also believe that Bodhisattva really exists. Just because ghosts and gods can't be seen or touched doesn't mean they don't exist.

Strange events I experienced.

Thirty years ago, one of my sheep disappeared, and Hot Head went to look for the original way of herding sheep on the first day before leaving the nest.

Behind Nanshan is a deep ravine, where Simou sheep are left.

I was looking for the middle when I heard someone drawing water and drinking sheep in the well of Sijialing. The sound of whipping hair, beating sheep and driving sheep came brightly.

I think Scott has come to drink water at night. Go among the sheep and see if there are any lost sheep.

I walked down the hill to the well, but I felt something was wrong when I got closer.

The circle of the well is dumb, but the ghost of Cha Cha is not. The hot head shines half of the Western Hills. I walked to the well in doubt, and there was no trace of drawing water and drinking sheep. At this time, my scalp is numb and I dare not stay here for a long time.

On the way back to my feet, I thought that the shepherd didn't drink water early in the morning.