Editor's note: People believe that in dark corners, there are lingering ghosts, and there are many beautiful, sad, scary and cruel ghost stories in the world.
When I was in high school, the stories my classmates told me were ghost stories.
Our area belongs to the Yanshan Mountains, and the north side of the Great Wall is covered with high mountains and dense forests. Our area was a battlefield in ancient times. Just think about it, how could the inside and outside of the Great Wall not be a battlefield?
There is a place called Taojunshan Village. According to the elders, it was probably the place where the Ming army fled after being defeated during the battle with the Qing army at the end of the Ming Dynasty, so it was called Taojunshan. No one went to investigate, so it has been called that ever since.
My classmate is from this village. He heard it from the elders in their village. Their village is at the mouth of a deep ditch, close to the highway. It is a good place, surrounded by mountains and rivers. The story is in the innermost part of this deep ditch. How long is this ditch? It is about 10 kilometers. Of course, there are small gullies branching off from it. With good mountains and good water, you can grow whatever you plant. Old man Li's family grows potatoes. In the innermost part of a small ditch, it is the potato season. Old man Li has a son, Xiao Li, who is a mighty man in his 20s. He is fearless and a good young man, but he is particularly stubborn and hard to train. Old Li and Little Li went to their fields to harvest potatoes. Seeing that it was getting dark, Old Li said, "Let's go, go back, and come back tomorrow."
Xiao Li said, "Dad, you go first. This piece of land is just a little bit. I will leave when I am done. You are in a hurry. You go first."
Lao Li said, "You know it's not like you don't know. People in the village say that this ditch is dirty at night. I looked around and saw that no one else was talking. Let's go and come tomorrow."
As I said earlier, Xiao Li is the hard-to-train fierce horse. Who do you think he is afraid of? He is not afraid of anyone. He is young. He just said, "It's okay. Why don't you go first? I will leave right away. My basket is not full yet." He is indeed a hard-working guy, but a little stubborn.
The father and son argued for a while, and Mr. Li couldn't persuade his promising son anymore, who insisted on finishing the work before leaving. After thinking about it, he thought those words were just legends, so he said, "Okay, I'll go first and I'll pick you up later."
Old Li left first. Little Li worked hard and finished in a short while, but in just a short while, it was dark. But he could see the road, and thought, it's so fast, I have to hurry, so he carried two baskets of potatoes and hurried back.
It got dark so fast. Xiao Li didn't expect it. He just walked to the middle of the ditch. Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in front of him. What road was there in front of him? What was in front of him? Xiao Li thought he was tired and dizzy, but no, no, this was real. He remembered the legend and it was too late to regret. In front of him was a battlefield, a bloody battlefield with flames. The soldier had his head chopped off, and he was still holding a knife, looking for his head everywhere; the soldier had only half of his body, still lying on the ground, holding his half of his body and connecting it up; the soldier's stomach was chopped open, his intestines were all over the ground, and he was trying his best to stuff them back with his hands… All the soldiers were still fighting, shouting and crying, blood stained the hilltop, and formed a small river at the bottom of the ditch. It was a miserable battle. Those who died were saving themselves, and those who were alive were fighting.
The wounded soldiers, or dead soldiers, who were near Xiao Li, rushed to him when they saw him. One said, "Brother, help me find my arm." Another said, "Brother, help me find my thigh, help me connect it." Another said, lying on the ground, "Brother, have you seen my body?"
It was just a moment, Xiao Li was stunned, he had never seen such a formation before. He was not stunned, his legs were out of control, he couldn't run even if he wanted to, and where to run, when a bloody arm was put on his shoulder, he was completely scared and fainted.
Old Li went home for a long time but didn't see his son. Logically, he should have come back a long time ago. Thinking of the story, Old Li called the villagers, and with torches, they went back to look for his son. As soon as they reached the gate of the ditch, they had a bad feeling that something must have happened. Everyone quickened their pace and finally saw Xiao Li halfway through the ditch, lying on the ground with a dull look in his eyes and foaming at the mouth. Everyone worked together to carry him back home.
Xiao Li lay in bed for three months. It can only prove that he is alive and breathing? Later, under the loving call of his mother, Xiao Li finally got better and was able to walk. He was no longer the fearless boy. He was skinny, afraid of everything, and timid as a cat. He dared not go out. He was most afraid of the dark. When asked what he saw, he would hide everywhere and yelled, "Don't touch me…"
My classmate told me this story, and he told it vividly. I can't say I believe it, but I can't help but believe it. Folk stories are all based on facts.