I kept pestering her and listening to her tell me ghost stories. I don’t know why I love listening to her so much. Maybe it’s because these stories are all experienced by her, which makes me feel very real. Bar. I remember one time she told a story that scared me so much that I never dared to walk at night, and that story was related to will-o’-the-wisps. But the good times didn't last long, the road that was originally bright turned dark again, it seems that it is not a good ghost to cling to grandma, there is no one around in the pitch black, grandma can't find anything that can give her courage, the only one The one in his hand is the hoe. … Continue readingZhang's Paradox: Will-o'-the-wisp