On the evening of the thirteenth of July, when there were few people on the rain—foggy road, I frantically pressed my horn and pressed hard on the gas pedal.
I was so upset that I spat out a curse, cursing the weather and the people who should be cursed.
At this moment, a figure flashed in front of the car and crashed into the front passenger seat. I screamed and quickly stepped on the brakes.
The car skidded to a stop across the road. There was no one else on the road but my car.
He looked around in fear, but he did not see anyone. He trembled as he opened the car door. Looking around, he still did not see anything. I thought I was seeing things. I got in the car, closed the door, and was ready to go.
But just at that time, a pale hand that was drenched by the rain reached out and patted her shoulder.
With a sharp cry, I opened the passenger door and jumped out. I covered my head with my hands and trembled in fear.
"Stop screaming, just die!"
Another hand reached out and grabbed my arm.
"No, no!" I struggled to free myself from that hand.
The girl's hand was cold as ice, and when I looked at it, it was even more pale. Her skin was stretched taut by her bones, as though it was a thin layer of paper that could burst at any time.
"Help, help!" There's a ghost! "
I screamed and pushed the hand away. I opened the door and fell to the ground. It was dark now and there was a drizzle in the sky. The fog was everywhere. With my legs weak, I crawled on the ground, trying to get further away from my car.
However, the ground was wet, cold, and extremely slippery. My speed was extremely slow, and the cold and sinister laughter behind me continued to approach. It rang out from the back of my head.
I screamed miserably, not daring to look at what was in front of me. I closed my eyes and buried my entire face in the cold and dirty water of the road.
The sound of footsteps could be heard, and I was even more scared to the point of screaming, "I've never hurt anyone, if you have any grievances, grievances, and debts, go find your enemy, don't pester me!"
"Miss, I am a human and not a ghost. I have something that I want to give you. You can wear it and I will guarantee your safety."
With apprehension and fear, I slowly let go of my hands. Raising my head, I saw a man standing in the midst of the storm.
I looked at the man in the already lit street lamp. He wore an unfashionable but perfectly fitting gray gown over his body, and grey cloth shoes on his feet. What attracted the most attention wasn't his handsome features, but his long black hair fluttering in the wind and rain, the longsword on his back, and the oil—paper umbrella in his hand.
This man who seemed to only appear in the movies and TV shows had a dull expression. With his left hand holding an umbrella and his right hand holding a string of buddhist beads, he handed them over to me.
"You, who are you?"
I, who was already a frightened bird, felt a little relieved when I saw that there seemed to be warm air spewing out from my mouth as the man spoke.
"It doesn't matter who I am. I gave you this thing as a solution for your troubles. "Don't worry, I'm not a swindler. I don't need you to wear this every centimeter. As long as you wear it twenty—four hours a day, you will definitely be safe."
The long—haired man's tone was cold. As he spoke, his face was not angry nor happy. It was extremely calm. Then, he handed in the buddhist beads and put them on my wrist.
"Huh?" I was surprised and a little at a loss.
He raised his head. Just as he was about to speak, the long—haired man had already left with his umbrella in his hand. Only now did I realize that this long haired man's shoes were actually made of cloth, but even the soles of his shoes were actually dry!
I started the car. After a while, she looked at the beads on her wrist, felt uneasy, rolled down the window, threw the beads out, and drove away.
Just as my car drove away, the long—haired man appeared where she threw the buddhist beads. He tilted his body slightly and threw the buddhist beads into his hands.
"We'll meet again."
The long—haired man looked at the direction where I left. He spoke softly and put away the buddhist beads. Then, he opened up his umbrella and left. His feet were still dry.