Background: A remote rural village with a legendary ghost-haunted wheat field. It has been passed down orally for generations to be called "wheat field ghosts".
In this small village lived a little boy named Xiao Ming, and he was the only one in the village who did not believe in evil. Although no one in the village dared to approach the ghost-infested wheat field, Xiao Ming was dismissive of it.
One day, Xiao Ming's good friend Xiaohong asked him to help collect lotus seeds. Xiao Ming readily agreed, although he knew that the lotus seed field of the Xiaohong family was next to the wheat field known as the ghost field. When I entered the courtyard of Xiaohong's house, I found that there were indeed a lot of lotus seeds. Xiaohong's father suddenly said to Xiao Ming: "Xiao Ming, the lotus seeds we have here are the sweetest, but you have to be careful of the wheat field ghosts." Xiao Ming scratched his head and said, "Ghosts or something, I don't believe it." I won't let go of such beautiful lotus seeds. Seeing that Xiao Ming was overwhelmed, Xiao Hong's father sent Xiao Ming to the edge of the field with a worried mood.
Xiaohong's lotus field was next to this ghost-infested wheat field, at this time, the sun gradually set on the mountain, and for a while, the whole field was dyed with a pale halo, which looked unusually cold.
The lotus leaves by the pond of Xiaohong's lotus field are sparkling in the breeze, and they are beautiful.
At this time, Xiao Ming suddenly realized that something was wrong, the surrounding fields were silent, and the wind seemed to be silent, and he suddenly found that there seemed to be an indescribable gloomy atmosphere in the wheat field in front of him. Xiaohong sighed and said, "It seems that the ghost in the wheat field has started to make trouble again." Xiao Ming pouted and said, "Don't believe in evil, just walk out of such a small alley, why do you have so many stories?"”
Just as Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong were chatting happily, suddenly, they heard a strange sound, like the rustle of the wind through the wheat field, however, in this rustling sound, there was a magical call, it seemed that those ears of wheat were calling them. Xiao Hong was so frightened that she hugged Xiao Ming tightly and whispered: "Xiao Ming, let's go quickly, the ghost in the wheat field is real!."”
Xiao Ming didn't care at all, he pretended to be a hippie smile and said, "What are you afraid of?"These are all stories made up by the old people in the village, if we leave now, how will we be in the village in the future?”
At that moment, a gust of wind swept by, causing the ears of wheat in the field to sway like a group of grotesque figures dancing. The corners of Xiaohong's mouth began to tremble unconsciously.
Suddenly, Xiaohong pointed to a pile of dead trees in the distance in horror and shouted, "Xiao Ming, look there, isn't that the shadow of a tree?"The dry shadows of the trees suddenly came to life, and they walked slowly towards them as if they were alive.
Xiao Ming was also so angry that he shouted loudly: "Stop, who is it?"Don't pretend to be ghosts!”
At this moment, a melodious singing voice suddenly sounded, as if it was an arrangement in the underworld, Xiao Hong broke free from Xiao Ming's hands and ran into the distance, she was weak-willed to get rid of those tree shadows, however, Xiao Ming chased after him, but found that the back of his head suddenly shook heavily, his feet were weak, and he fainted.
When Xiao Ming woke up again, it was already dark around him, he slowly stood up and looked around, only to find that Xiao Hong was nowhere to be seen.
He anxiously shouted Little Red's name, but only his own voice echoed. In desperation, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong around him, and he seemed to be in another dimension. Everything seemed so eerie, and the shadows of the trees loomed towards him like ghosts. Fear began to rise in his heart.
In the dark field, Xiao Ming wandered alone, and the mysterious voice began to come into his ears again, as if it was Xiao Hong's voice, mixed with ** and grievances: "Xiao Ming, come to my side, I'm here to ......."Xiao Ming trembled and leaned in the direction where the voice came from.
At this moment, a firelight suddenly appeared in the distance, and when he got closer, it was Xiaohong's parents who had come out of the village to look for them.
Xiao Ming ran over tremblingly, and said with a trembling mouth: "Xiaohong is over there, she called me to come, but I can't find her ......."”
Xiaohong's parents looked at each other and hurriedly asked Xiao Ming, "Did you go to the ghost field?"”
Xiao Ming nodded and said, "Yes, but Xiaohong suddenly disappeared ......."”
Xiao Hong's parents' faces turned pale instantly, and they trembled and told Xiao Ming: "There is a ghost living in that field, who will imitate anyone's voice, lure people into the field and never come back." Xiaohong's parents looked at Xiao Ming with grief and inexplicably, and said gloomily: "Xiao Ming, Xiaohong has been missing for many years, and we have never found her ...... again."”
Xiao Ming looked at Xiaohong's parents in front of him in horror, his heart full of endless remorse and grief.
At this time, he realized that there were really ghosts living in that ghost field, and Xiaohong had become a part of the ghost field. He deeply regretted his carelessness and wept ...... in grief
The legendary "Ghost Field Ghost" took away a young life after countless years, and the people in the village finally understood that there was indeed an indescribable ** power in the wheat field where the forgotten ghost haunted. From then on, the people in the village no longer dared to approach the wheat field known as the ghost field, and Xiao Ming also missed Xiaohong all his life and regretted not being at the beginning.
That's the end of the story, this is what I heard the old man say, so there may be a little logical problem in it, please don't mind!