毡匠村子南边的大梁底下,有个地道,还是几十年前搞“深挖洞,广积粮”时候的产物。也不知当时因为什么,挖了十几米就扔下了,再没往里面挖。地道四周杂草丛生,显得荒凉阴森,平时很少有人到那里去。在某些晴朗的晚上,能隐隐约约看见地道周围飘荡着几团磷火。“那是鬼火,是鬼提着灯笼在找替身呢。”村里岁数最大的陈奶奶眯着眼睛幽幽地说。一次,一个小伙子到地道跟前割羊草,结果被鬼火缠上了,那鬼火竟尾随着他跑,甩 Felt carpenter village south of the beam below, there is a tunnel, or do a few decades ago, “dig deep hole, a wide range of food products,” the time. I do not know at the time because of what, dug a dozen meters dropped, and never dug inside. Authentic surrounded by weeds, it seems desolate ebb, usually few people go there. On some sunny nights, you can vaguely see the tunnel around floating a few groups of phosphorus fire. “It is a ghost fire, a ghost carrying a lantern looking for a substitute. ” Granny Chen, the age of the oldest village, said with a faint smile. Once, a young man to the tunnel to cut the grass, the result was wrapped in a ghost fire, that the ghost fire actually run after him, rejection