My name is Liang Shiqi. I''m a living dead man.

    When I was born by my mother, I couldn''t cry or laugh. My eyes were as dull as a fool.

    My father thought I was a loser, so he took advantage of my mother''s sleep at night and secretly carried me to the wild outside.

    At that time, it was in the middle of winter, the temperature was extremely low, and the strongest snowfall in 60 years occurred. Everyone thought I could not live.

    But man is not as good as nature. Soon, a snow-white wolf came to the field.

    The White Wolf took my swaddling clothes and came to a dilapidated yard. He handed me over to my master.

    My master held me, rolled my eyelids, and then slapped me on the back. I cried.

    After crying, I am happy with my master again.

    My master said that he didn''t want to take care of my affairs, but when he saw that I was so cute when I laughed, he moved his mind to leave me.

    And this stay is a full 17 years.

    In the past 17 years, every July and a half, my master would put me in a coffin and bury me in the yard for a day and a night.

    But unlike others, we don''t dance, we don''t sing, we don''t share cosmetics, we specialize in photographing ghosts and gods.

    Of course, ghosts are fake, and so are gods. All the things we photographed were actually disguised by Ma Dongdong and me.

    However, because the atmosphere is better, there are still many people calling us on the D sound.

    Ma Dongdong and I both want to lighten our family''s burden by being a net star, so as soon as we finish school, we climb to the mountain behind the school to start a new round of d-sound shooting.

    It''s a mountain. In fact, it''s a small earth slope.

    According to the old man, it was a mass grave in the early years, where many unclaimed bodies were buried.

    Ma Dongdong and I were standing there. Looking around, there were tombstones everywhere.

    A gust of cold wind made Ma Dongdong shiver.

    "Ten... Seventeen, this... This place is too gloomy, or we''d better go back and shoot with props. Anyway, the audience doesn''t know whether we are shooting real or fake..."

    I gave him a white look: "do you really think everyone else is a fool? We only have a few props in total. They will recognize them if we shoot too many props! Don''t you want to be a net star and earn more money to be your sister''s dowry? Why do you want to flinch at the beginning? "

    "Seventeen, I don''t want to flinch, i... I really have a bad premonition..." Ma Dongdong shivered more and more.

    I gave him a white look: "I have a hunch that you are going to die! Hurry up, turn on the mobile phone camera, shoot early, finish work early and go home. My master specially told me to go home early today, otherwise I would break my leg! If you make me punished by him, I''ll deal with you! "

    I''ve been at the same table for two years, and Ma Dongdong has always been the only one who takes the lead.

    I said that, and he couldn''t say anything more. He immediately took out his mobile phone, adjusted the filter to the one most suitable for ghost film, and made an OK gesture to me.

    I put on my long hair, put on my lipstick and put a watermelon candy in my mouth before I went to a big tree with a rope.

    When everything is ready, Ma Dongdong clears his throat and begins to explain.

    "I shared with you some common ghosts in our daily life, and everyone responded very well. So, today we want to share with you a ghost that we often see on costume TV - Hanging Ghost! Hanged ghost, as the name suggests, refers to the person who hanges himself by hanging a rope or cloth around his neck. As you can see, not far in front of me, there is something like a hanged ghost. We went quietly to see what the hanged ghost looked like

    With that, Ma Dongdong slowly approached me with his mobile phone.

    Seeing this, I quickly confused my long wig, stretched out my watermelon colored tongue, grasped the rope under my neck, pretended to be a hanged ghost, and tried to be more realistic.

    Ma Dongdong continues to explain as he walks.

    "Hanged ghosts are usually in great pain or suffering great injustice. So, here, we [17 ghosts] want to remind you that if you meet a hanged ghost at night, don''t look her in the eye, because she will tempt you to hang yourself in the same way as her. Of course, after all that, the most important thing is that if our friends like to watch horror stories, they should pay close attention to us and light up our hearts. We will provide you with fresh ghost stories every week to satisfy your... Good... Curiosity... "

    Ma Dongdong said a few words, suddenly become stuttering, let me can''t help but frown.

    I winked at him to show him not to be nervous.

    But the more I hint, the more ugly Ma Dongdong''s face is.

    Just in the blink of an eye, Ma Dongdong''s face was as white as the wall he had just brushed, and even his teeth were trembling.

    I couldn''t help it. I began to call him, but he pointed at me and said in a trembling voice: "seventeen, there are... Ghosts, really there are ghosts!"