Folk customs begin with the entire funeral procession

Chapter 220 Possession!

Yang Jiuhua's slight intoxication vanished in an instant.

Why did you sit in the wrong place?

"Why...did I see it wrong?"

No matter how Yang Jiuhua tried to recall, all he remembered was sitting in his original spot; he had no other memories whatsoever.

Yang Jiuhua couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Could it be that this time it's really true?

He turned his head and looked back at the spot where he had been sitting; everything was still there.

"It couldn't be that I drank two ounces of baijiu and got drunk, could it?"

Yang Jiuhua took a deep breath and slowly walked towards where he had put his things.

This time, he didn't sit down, but silently put the things away.

With his bag slung over his shoulder, Yang Jiuhua got up and walked outside.

As he walked, he said to his viewers in the live stream, "Brothers, I've had too much to drink. I'm not going to sleep tonight. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep and get sick tomorrow."

Yang Jiuhua originally planned to say goodbye to his viewers, but then he realized that if he turned off the live stream, he would be all alone.

He immediately started rambling on into the camera.

As Yang Jiuhua read the various comments in the live chat, his initial discomfort gradually disappeared.

Maybe I was just seeing things because I drank too much?

Thinking this, Yang Jiuhua looked away from his phone screen.

But then he stopped walking.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples.

At this moment, on the stone steps not far in front of him, there were several items.

A paper package contained a half-eaten pig's head, a large box of peanuts, a half-empty bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and a backpack.
Yang Jiuhua's neck was a little stiff, and he slowly turned his head to take the bag off his back.

After realizing what he was holding, he immediately let go and took a few steps back.

Looking at the black plastic bag that had fallen to the ground and the pile of ashes inside, Yang Jiuhua's face turned pale.

This time, he no longer believed that he had drunk too much.

He turned around and ran frantically outside.

But as he ran, he stopped again.

He was clearly running in the opposite direction, so why did he come back?

Looking at the pig's head meat and buns not far ahead, Yang Jiuhua swallowed hard.

"Brothers, I think I'm in trouble. Does anyone know how to get out of this 'ghost wall' situation? Would a boy's urine work?"

After saying that, Yang Jiuhua thought of something and added, "If possible, please call the police for me."

At this moment, Yang Jiuhua did not dare to move and just stood there asking everyone questions.

"Ran Zhi Ji Mie: I've already called the police. Don't be afraid, streamer, just hang in there."

"Drum washing machine: Maybe boy's urine would work, but where would you get boy's urine?"

"You can have both fruit and pear: I heard that if you put your underwear on your head, ghosts won't be able to see you. Host, you should try it."

"TX001: Don't panic, host. You're not dead yet, which means those ghosts aren't vengeful spirits. Either you do nothing, or you just keep walking until dawn tomorrow, and everything will be fine."

Looking at the suggestions from his fellow viewers, Yang Jiuhua, having no idea what to do, began to try them one by one.

The urge to urinate had been overwhelming for some time, so Yang Jiuhua simply took off his pants and started to urinate.

During the process, he gritted his teeth, reached out and caught a handful of urine, then closed his eyes and urinated on himself.

After he finished, he endured the cold wind and started to take off his underwear, then put it over his head.

After everything was ready, Yang Jiuhua ran in the opposite direction again.

But not long after, he saw the pig's head meat in front of him again.

He gave up.

"Brothers, it's no use, I'm afraid I'm being entangled."

"If I die, brothers, never cause trouble when others are burning paper money. I don't know what I did that offended those things, but not doing any of it is absolutely the right thing to do."

"If I die, remember to have my family bury me; maybe I'll become a ghost after I die."

"By the way, I'm still a virgin. When I die, remember to have my parents burn some women for me."

"besides……"

Yang Jiuhua began to pour out his heart, recounting his plans for the end of his life.

As he was talking, Yang Jiuhua felt a little cold, so he started jogging.

He only needs to run in one direction, because he will never reach the end.

Yang Jiuhua didn't know how long he had been running, but he found that his body hadn't warmed up; instead, he was getting colder and colder.

Although he was still talking about his funeral arrangements, his will to live was very strong.

Turning his head and looking around, Yang Jiuhua's gaze fell on the ground not far away.

He walked over and saw a piece of clothing that had been discarded. It was a bit tattered, but Yang Jiuhua didn't care about that now. He picked it up, patted it a few times, and put it on.

"call……"

Feeling a little warmer, Yang Jiuhua didn't dare to stop and started walking around again.

"Brothers, thank goodness you're here, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't have made it through tonight."

Yang Jiuhua felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the replies from those familiar IDs in the live chat.

There is true kindness in the world!
About an hour later, Yang Jiuhua felt cold again, so he started looking for something to warm himself up.

Not long after, he found another pair of pants that were missing a leg.

At that moment, he didn't care about anything else and put it on his lower body.

"Brothers, why haven't the police arrived yet? It's been almost two hours, hasn't it?"

Yang Jiuhua looked at the screen and asked.

After thinking it over, Yang Jiuhua decided to call the police himself.

Yang Jiuhua made the call, claiming he had encountered a ghost. He was severely reprimanded and warned that if he made another false police report, he would be taken away.

After being hung up on, Yang Jiuhua did not give up and called back.

This time, he said he was lost in the wild, injured, and needed help.

After giving his address, Yang Jiuhua breathed a sigh of relief and started walking again.

As he walked, Yang Jiuhua's gaze kept drifting towards the pig's head meat, and he involuntarily swallowed.

Nearly three hours have passed since the incident, and Yang Jiuhua is now cold, hungry, and thirsty.

But he can't eat or drink.

Who knows if he was eating meat or drinking water?

You won't die if you don't eat or drink, but you really will die if you eat or drink indiscriminately!

"Hold on a little longer, it'll be quick, the police are almost here."

Yang Jiuhua comforted himself for a moment, and then started chatting with his fellow viewers again.

He glanced at the time; it was already 2:30 a.m., an hour had passed since he called the police, but the officers still hadn't arrived.

"Is it because the police force is limited and can't take care of someone like me who is lost?"

Gritting his teeth, Yang Jiuhua called again.

This time, he bluntly stated that he had encountered a ghost, gave the detailed address, and said that he was making a false police report so that they would come and arrest him.

Hearing the angry voice on the other end, Yang Jiuhua hung up the phone with satisfaction.

"In that case, they should arrive sooner."

He would rather accept the punishment for making a false police report than be trapped here.

Having made up his mind, Yang Jiuhua continued to walk around.

As he walked, Yang Jiuhua felt a bit cold again.

It seems that the temperature gets lower as dawn approaches.

Fortunately, he was lucky and soon found a hat, which was also tattered, but at least it could keep him warm.

Another hour has passed.

During this time, Yang Jiuhua found another pair of pants. This pair of pants also only had one leg, but it complemented the previous pair of pants perfectly.

The problem is, the police haven't arrived yet!
"Brothers, do you think the police have arrived, but are trapped here like me?"

"Nirvana: Possibly."

"Drum washing machine: It's okay, it'll be dawn soon. Just hang in there a little longer. I don't believe that thing can still hold you back by dawn."

"You can have both fruit and pears: Keep it up, streamer!"

"TX001: Keep it up, streamer!"

Seeing the encouraging comments in the live chat, Yang Jiuhua felt reassured.

"Fine, I refuse to believe it!"

Yang Jiuhua started jogging.

As he ran, Yang Jiuhua had no choice but to stop again.

It's not that I'm tired, it's that I'm cold!
Even though he had put on several layers of clothing, he was still cold, and by now, his body was so cold that it felt stiff.

"No, if this continues, I'll get into trouble."

Yang Jiuhua looked around and finally started piling up all sorts of tattered rags from all directions.

When he couldn't find it, he lay down on the ground, covered himself with tattered rags, and curled up into a ball to keep his body warm.

As soon as he lay down, Yang Jiuhua became drowsy.

He fell asleep before he could even talk to the viewers in the live stream.

Yang Jiuhua had a very uncomfortable sleep.

He had a dream in which he was surrounded by five or six people who kept muttering something, which was extremely annoying.

He wanted to drive these people away, but he couldn't get up at all; it was as if he was being paralyzed by a ghost.

But the more he couldn't get up, the more he wanted to get up.

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, the people around them suddenly disappeared.

Then, he heard a voice that gradually became clearer.

"Wake up... young man, wake up!"

Yang Jiuhua opened his eyes groggily and saw the old man pushing him around.

"what happened?"

"What's wrong? Why are you sleeping here? You don't look well. Go back and check on them!"

Yang Jiuhua was stunned for a while before he remembered something and immediately tried to sit up.

But when he moved, he realized that his body was extremely stiff.

"I...I can't move! Help me!"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Yang Jiuhua before finally reaching out to help him up.

During the process, Yang Jiuhua kept hearing a 'ch-ch-ch-ch' sound.

Confused, he looked at his own body.

Upon seeing this, his heart skipped a beat.

He was wearing a set of tattered clothes.

But these clothes are made of paper!

Moreover, it wasn't just one set; it was a collection of multiple sets that had been partially burned and pieced together to form a complete set of tattered paper clothes!

Turning his head, Yang Jiuhua looked again at the things covering him.

That wasn't a rag he picked up!

That was clearly a pile of unburnt fragments of yellow paper money used for the dead!
So last night, he slept wearing a half-burnt paper garment and covered with a pile of paper scraps!?

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(End of this chapter)