Lao Pan is in his early 40s, with a short stature and strong as an ox. He will never be happy if he eats three or five catties of wine once.

Although he was addicted to alcohol, he was not vague about his work - holding firewood in his left hand, horse grass in his right hand, and walking happily. More famously, he was jealous of evil, so he was hired by the forest farm as a ranger to guard Gaocha Mountain.

In the 1970s, Gaocha Mountain was densely forested. Whenever the wind blew through the pine forest, the whistling sound was like sobbing, which was quite scary. Due to the scarcity of people, Gaocha Mountain was often haunted by rare animals and animals.

After becoming a forest ranger, Old Pan carried a shotgun to Gaocha Mountain, which immediately shocked many wood thieves. After half a year, Gaocha Mountain was calm, and Old Pan was praised by the forest farm with a bonus of 100 yuan.

The night he came back from receiving the award, the high-spirited Lao Pan went home for dinner to celebrate. He wanted to get drunk before going up the mountain, but couldn't stand the persuasion of his wife, so he drank only two catties. Before going out, he brought another 2.5 kilograms of rice wine and a small bag of soybeans, thinking of drinking more on the mountain.

When Old Pan returned to the forest camp, the sky was already dark. After starting the stove and making a fire, he held the wine jug while drinking the fried soybeans in the pot.

The mountain was deep and quiet, and occasionally a few birds chirped, making the valley even more desolate.

The more Old Pan drank, the more he enjoyed himself. Unknowingly, he was dizzy. Suddenly, he felt the roof shake. At first, he didn't care, he just thought he was dizzy. In the end, he didn't even know how he got into bed.

He did not know how long he had slept, but when Old Pan opened his eyes, he suddenly saw a long-haired man with a round face lying beside him. Old Pan slept inside, and the long-haired man slept outside; Old Pan switched outside, and the long-haired man moved inside.

Seeing that the long-haired man was so frivolous and rude, Old Pan, who had drunk too much, was furious. The next night, Old Pan and the long-haired man fought fiercely for the bed. The two fought from the bed to the ground and from the ground to the bed. After dozens of rounds, no one could take advantage.

The more Old Pan thought about it, the angrier he got out of bed and took the kitchen knife off the cutting board to chase after the long-haired man. When he raised the knife and forced the long-haired man into bottom of the bed, the long-haired man disappeared, turned around and saw him lying on the bed again. As he chased after the bed, the long-haired man disappeared, squatted down and saw that he was lying under the bed.

"Are you a man or a woman? Why are men so wild? Why are women so coquettish?" Old Pan chased and scolded. But the long-haired man was silent and moved around, as light as a swallow.

After a fierce battle, the alcohol on Old Pan's body evaporated into cold sweat. He woke up, but the long-haired man was gone. It seemed that a wild boar had just entered the shed, and the furniture was crooked, and it was a mess.

"Who the hell is he? If he is a wood thief, why don't you snatch the bed from me?" The more Old Pan thought about it, the more afraid he became, and he staggered home at dawn.

When Old Pan entered the door, his face was pale and he was still in shock. His wife hurriedly asked him what was wrong, so he repeated the strange encounter last night. His wife insisted that he had encountered something unclean, and quickly asked the wizard in the village to inquire.

The wizard looked at Old Pan's facial features and asked, "What did you do last night before going to bed?"

"What can I do? I drank too much and went to bed without washing my face or wiping my feet."

Wizard: "No! Think carefully, for example, when drinking."

"What does it look like when drinking?" Old Pan patted his head and said that before going to bed, he stepped on the stove with his feet and grabbed the soybeans in the pot to deliver wine.

When the wizard heard this, he was shocked and said, "You are too reckless. People who sleep in barren mountains at night cannot step on the stove with their feet, nor can they eat the vegetables in the pot with their hands. Let me tell you, that long-haired man is a mountain ghost..."

Old Pan was shocked and said, "Mountain ghost? male or female?"

The wife on the side heard it and twisted Old Pan's thigh fiercely: "Do you care if he is male or female? You are lucky this time, but you will not be so lucky next time!"

Soon, Lao Pan quit his job as a ranger in Gaocha Mountain. The outside world said that the family was too busy with farm work to get away. The insider laughed but said nothing.

The legend of mountain ghosts in the Gaocha Mountain woodland spread like wildfire, and the criminals were so scared that they didn't dare to steal wood. The forest farm simply withdrew the forest protection point.

When Lao Pan was 50 years old, the family's situation became increasingly bleak, so he decided to raise chickens in Jiuyao Valley, not far from the village, to become rich.

When the villagers heard about it, they laughed and said, "Old Pan, you really have a scar and forgot the pain. Do you still remember the ghost that happened in Gaocha Mountain?"

Old Pan patted his furry chest and said, "At that time, I was ignorant and couldn't blame anyone. Now that I have eaten salt for so many years, I have a long memory."

Jiuyao Valley was deep in the shade of the trees, and the streams murmured. There were people who used to set up breeding shelters, but it didn't take long for them to retreat. The reason is unknown.

Old Pan did as he said. A few days later, the grass shed and chicken pen were completed one by one. Then, he bought three hundred chicken cubs and advanced into the valley.

According to village customs, when entering the mountain for breeding, they would ask the public to choose an auspicious day, one for peace of mind and the other for good luck. But Lao Pan did not believe in evil, and just after the Ghost Festival on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, he carried pots and pans and a shotgun into the mountain.

"With a shotgun in my hand, I'm afraid of a bird!" Old Pan said.

During the day, he was busy building the chicken pen, and in the evening, he returned to the grass shed to cook and cook. When the last ray of sunlight faded and the darkness enveloped Jiuyao Valley, the smell of food wafted from the grass shed.

When the food was served, Old Pan couldn't wait for it to cool down, so he took the wine glass and drank it.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Lao Pan, who was full of wine and food, casually put the bowl and chopsticks aside and collapsed on the bed contentedly. He was too tired during the day, so he just wanted to lie down and rest first, and then clean the dishes and chopsticks when he woke up. The door was not closed.

I don't know how long Lao Pan squinted, but suddenly he felt a yin wind blow into the hut, and a chill filled the surroundings. The coolness was overwhelming, and he slowly opened his eyes and saw that the kerosene lamp on the dining table was giving off a faint blue light, shaking from side to side.

It was dark outside the door, and strange birdsong came from the valley. Old Pan's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he was in Jiuyao Valley.

He rubbed his sleeping eyes and scanned the room. There was nothing unusual about it, and he planned to get up and close the door. By the dim light, he suddenly saw four things that resembled zebra legs hanging from the eaves of the door, swinging happily back and forth.

Old Pan thought he had drunk too much and was dizzy. "That's not right, two catties of rice wine is not enough to get me drunk," he thought. When he took a closer look, the four zebra legs were still hanging there swinging back and forth.

The two catties of rice wine in Old Pan's stomach instantly turned into anger. He jumped up from the bed, slammed the shotgun on his head, rushed to the door, and used all his strength to swing the gun at the four zebra legs.

"Brush brush brush", the zebra legs seemed to be a prophet, making Lao Pan swing empty again and again.

Immediately after, the entire thatched shed shook violently, and there was a danger of collapsing at any time. The chicken cubs, who were originally quiet, were twittering in a mess at this time.

Old Pan was really angry. He took three steps back, loaded the shotgun, sneered and pulled the trigger fiercely at the four zebra legs.

The shotgun actually misfired. The trigger made a "pop pop" sound.

Old Pan dropped the shotgun, turned around and picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, waved it and rushed to the door, slashing at the zebra's legs.

"Kill, kill, kill!" He jumped up and slashed while shouting. In a panic, his foot tripped over the threshold, fell, and his nose bled.

Old Pan fell to the ground, feeling that the world was spinning, and the four zebra legs were still swaying happily. He shouted hysterically and got up and ran home as if running for his life.

When he saw the bloodied old Pan standing outside the door, his wife thought he had been robbed in the mountains.

"Don't ask so much, hurry up and invite Daoist Duke?" Old Pan said with a bruised face.

Daogong arrived and listened to Old Pan's story. He said unhurriedly, "Zebra legs? You met the mountain god the first day you entered the mountain. You must have committed some taboo."

Old Pan said confidently, "This time I really didn't grab the vegetables in the pot to eat!"

Dao Gong said, "Think carefully, what kind of words and deeds do you have?"

"After the food is cooked, I will eat it." Old Pan shrugged and said, "That's all."

"Hey, this is your fault! When the food is cooked, you must ask the mountain god to eat it first. Also, what are you smacking? Do you know that you have offended the mountain god? Also, did you choose an auspicious day when you entered the mountain?"

Old Pan was speechless when he heard this.

The next day during the day, he took a few of his children and rushed to Jiuyao Valley to pick up the chicken cubs home, then burned down the grass shed with a fire.

Old Pan Yusheng no longer dared to live alone in the mountains and forests. He said that he was used to being careless and afraid of meeting ghosts again.

Perhaps what Old Pan saw after he got drunk was just his own shadow.