The dark shadow behind

Author: Li Gui
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Publish Date: 2004-01-01
Features: There are no ghosts in the world. All ghost stories and legends originate from human imagination. On one hand, ancient people thousands of years ago were filled with fear of unexplained strange phenomena in the primitive world, believing them to be punishments from the heavens. This was a product of imagination about gods and ghosts delivering justice in a time when science was not yet advanced. On the other hand, it reflects people's dissatisfaction with the harsh realities of their time, using ghostly creatures to punish the wicked and console the souls of the departed. Many ghost stories have been passed down through folk traditions. With different versions, characters, and plots, they have become a part of folk culture after thousands of years of oral transmission. With the development of technology and the progress of civilization, we are now able to scientifically understand the world. Ghost stories have increasingly become a form of light-hearted, entertaining popular culture. We have edited and published this collection of ghost stories as a leisurely read for people's tea-time and mealtimes, to stimulate their tired nerves. In this book, there are tales of broken love and bitter hatred, cruel and heartless lives, fierce and frenzied scenes, as well as tragic and elegant beauty. We hope that during your reading, you can relax your mind and find joy, which is also the original intention of publishing this book. After graduating from university, his household registration and personnel file returned to his hometown, while the real him stayed in Beijing. In Beijing terms, he became a "permanent outsider." On this morning while commuting to work, strange things began to happen. It was an old-style public bus. Due to traffic congestion, the bus moved intermittently. With the corner of his eye, he noticed a person squeezing toward him. He casually turned his head to look: it was a middle-aged woman, thin, wearing old-fashioned, brown work clothes, with brown hair mixed with some white. He knew she wanted to buy a ticket, but the bus was so crowded that he couldn't make way for her. Just as he was about to say "sorry," he saw—something he would never forget—the hand holding one yuan pass through his body, straight to the ticket seller behind him. The owner of the hand spoke, "I'd like a ticket."