Ghost story told by the older generation: wild dog ghost

My family lives in a small village in Shanwei, Guangdong. When I was a child, I always liked to listen to ghost stories told by the older generation. Wild dogs are not ghosts. When a person dies and fights wild dogs in the wild, he will become a horrible wild dog ghost. Wild dogs meet people with three souls and seven spirits, walk upright on two legs, scream like babies, like to dig coffins to eat human bodies, and then put coffins on their backs.

I heard from my grandfather that he met wild dogs and ghosts when he was young. At that time, because of poverty, some trees were planted in the deep mountains. My grandfather was afraid that people would steal trees, so he kept them alone in the deep mountains and forests. One night, when he heard the noise in the Woods for a while, he felt very strange. Nothing came out in the winter night. He thought people were stealing trees, so he went out quietly with an axe.

After walking 100 meters, two green light groups were seen in the distance, followed by a baby crying. When I heard the baby crying in the deep forest, my scalp was numb. Grandpa may have met a stray dog when he thought it was broken.

But grandpa has never seen a wild dog ghost, and he has always been curious about what it looks like. As a result, curiosity overcame everything. Grandpa slowly approached the place where the wild dog ghost was. When he saw it clearly, the wild dog ghost turned green, and its two front paws were eating human internal organs like human hands.

Grandpa saw a cold sweat and thought to go home quickly. If this ghost is found, it's over. When he turned to leave, he looked back for fear of accidentally hitting a tree. It seems that the eyes of wild dogs and ghosts are shining with terrible green light. Grandpa thought it would all be over. I'm afraid it's over this time.

The running wild dog ghost looked down at the internal organs in his hand and let out a terrible baby cry. He grabbed the coffin board and chased it up like a man. The coffin board in his paw kept waving, running and waving, trying to kill grandpa. The wrist-sized tree shattered the coffin board everywhere, breaking the terrible baby. He was afraid that grandpa's legs would tremble and ran back to the hut.

Soon the wild dog and ghost also caught up with the hut. Grandpa quickly picked up the kitchen knife and painted blood with his fingers on the door. The wild dog ghost waved the coffin board and smashed the door, but the door panel was not broken. Because the kitchen knife is the blade of killing people, it has a certain murderous look. Blood makes the murderous look stronger and can ward off evil spirits.

Dragon and dog are more and more fierce, waving coffin boards and beating their mouths, and the baby's crying is more and more terrible. Suddenly, a big black dog, the size of a man, ran out of nowhere, screaming in horror and rushing to bite the dragon dog. Not to be outdone, the wild dog ghost waved the coffin board and slammed it at the big black dog.

A large piece of meat was torn off the thigh of the wild dog ghost, and the wild dog ghost became more and more cruel.

The coffin board was smashed on the big black dog, and the big black dog flew a few meters away. Suddenly, the big black dog vomited, saying that the evil beast was not dead, and rushed to bite the throat of the wild dog ghost. Grandpa watched two monsters bite and rushed out with a kitchen knife. While watching the coffin board of the wild dog ghost hit the big black dog's head, he threw the kitchen knife at the wild dog ghost and stuck it in the belly of the wild dog ghost. When the big black dog looks at the wild dog ghost to stop.

The dingo ghost made a sad baby cry, but the big black dog tore it hard until the dingo ghost's body and head were separated, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said to his grandfather, I am the Taoist demon in Jiro Zhenjun Temple in the mountains, and I am a disciple of Shen Jun, the little dingo. Don't be afraid. I've been looking for this ghost for a long time, so don't worry about its harm.

Just now, thank you for throwing a knife to save me, or I would have died here. After that, grandpa went down the mountain and went home the next day, and he still didn't return to his senses.

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