C16

According to the rules, when the burial was successful, the Regeneration was to be buried as a substitute for the human body. Burial failure, Regeneration in front of the grave.

But there is something wrong with the Regeneration of the foster-grandpa. I threw it at Golden Toad Temple at the beginning, and then it strangely appeared in my foster-grandpa's grave. But by the time they were buried, they wouldn't be able to find it.

Just when I was afraid, I suddenly smelled smoke, like the dry smoke that foster-grandpa usually smokes.

There were already a few clumps of light at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that everyone had already returned.

I did not encounter anything from the Golden Toad Temple, I hope others have gained something.

Panting, I ran down the stairs and greeted the others. "You guys are pretty fast, I just …"

Halfway through my sentence, I couldn't continue anymore. There were four people at the foot of the mountain. They were all staring at me.

I looked at them nervously, one by one. Then I saw the other me.

Xia Xin and the others looked at me, then at the other me, and then with a whoosh, they retreated a few steps away from us, as if I had a plague on me.

I looked at the other one. "You're a ghost."

He shook his head. No matter how he looked or how he said it, he completely imitated me. "You are, I am not."

I took out the feather and shook it. "I have this."

He smiled and also took out a chicken feather.

I was a little desperate. Why do ghosts have chicken feathers as well? I looked at the other people. Their chicken feathers were still in their hands, so an extra chicken feather appeared out of thin air?

Hu Dali scratched his head and said: "Why don't you all tell me about what happened in the village? Whoever was right would be the real deal."

It sounds stupid and old-fashioned, but it works best.

Who would have thought that after the other party would spout a bunch of nonsense, they would actually tell me everything that I know, including what Hu Dali, I, and my clan uncle had experienced together.

When it was my turn, I was at a loss for words.

At this moment, even my uncle started to look at me warily.

I looked at Xia Xin. "Don't you know how to drive ghosts? It can't be that we can't distinguish between human and ghost, right? "

Xia Liang smiled, "Humans and ghosts are indeed hard to distinguish." She let out a long sigh and said, "The experiences of humans can be observed from the side by ghosts, so it's nothing. A human's clothes could also be changed into the shape of a ghost. But there's one thing they can't do. "

Xia Liang felt around his body and pulled out a mobile phone. "I guess they won't be able to imitate this kind of exquisite item for a short period of time."

Then, Xia Liang dialed my number.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking how clever he was.

A bell rang, and I reached for my pocket, but it was empty.

Then I saw the other one on the other end, take his cell phone out of his pocket, pick it up, put it to his ear, and say, "Hello?"

He kept looking at me as he spoke, a smug smile on his face.

Anxious, I pointed at him and said, "Steal my phone."

At this moment, Xia Liang suddenly waved his hand and a white light flashed by. My neck immediately felt cold.

The last thing I saw was Xia Liang leaving me with a knife in his hand. Then I swayed and fell to the ground.

"What's going on? I was treated like a ghost and died without knowing why? " That was my last thought, and then I didn't know anything.

I had thought that death was a very serious matter. It would last for ten days and ten nights, and it would be extremely painful, or until everyone was completely exhausted, and then it would go away.

Unfortunately, my death was a joke. He only saw a white light before he fell to the ground.

I originally thought that Xia Xin was just playing a trick on me. At most, he would just knock me out, but later on, he would wake me up and apologize to me.

Unfortunately, my death was real. I crawled out of my corpse and saw it lying on the unmarked cemetery. Its head was above and its feet were below me, and its posture was very awkward.

I was a little flustered and didn't know what to do. I'm afraid of ghosts, and now I'm a ghost, too.

There was a sudden gust of cold wind, and I could not help but float in the wind. Right now, my body is as light as a feather and I can fly in the air. However, I don't feel happy at all because I don't have any ability to control my body at all.

After an unknown period of time, my body suddenly felt heavy, and I fell into a certain place.

It was a misty place, only about two or three steps away. Below his feet was a desolate road. There were some weeds by the roadside, but the grass was withered and yellow, on the verge of death.

After walking for a while, I saw an old tree that was also malnourished.

What the hell is this place?

Legend has it that after a person dies, the ghost would have to pass through the Road to River Styx to reincarnate into the Underworld. Am I on my way now?

Suddenly, two or three lights appeared in front of us. My heart sank. Could that place be the Underworld?

I didn't dare to leave. I sat by the side of the road, lost in thought. It was so quiet that it upset me. I suddenly realized that there was something worse than a ghost, and that there was no life around.

I sighed and thought: Never mind, never mind. Since he was already dead, he might as well accept his fate. If he could stay on the Road to River Styx and not go to the Underworld, it would be full of people.

So I got up from the ground and walked on.

Actually, I had a trace of doubt in my heart at this moment. I kept feeling that whatever Yama Temple, whatever eighteen levels of hell was too preposterous, should have been fabricated by the commoners. Could it be that such a place really exists in this world?

After a while, I saw a house, and then I was stunned, because this was our village.

How did I get back?

I quickened my pace toward my house, but halfway there, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Because I heard a lot of strange sounds: snores, dreams, turns over, coughs.

Perhaps it was because the village was too quiet, but these sounds were especially distinct.

However … But when I was wandering around the village two nights ago, I didn't hear anything like that. At that time, the village was as quiet as if it had died.

I was a little doubtful, but I didn't probe too deeply. It should be about four in the morning by now, right? I want to go to the gate.

Of course, I didn't want to fulfill my promise with Xia Xin. Since she killed me with a single slash, I don't have to keep my word anymore. I just want to watch the show. This girl doesn't seem to care about ghosts. She accidentally brought back a ghost. I want to see if she will be killed or not.

When I got to my door, I saw the door was open and the lights were off. I listened to it and thought it was weird. The entire village was filled with activity, except for my house, which was quiet.

I'm a ghost now anyway, what am I afraid of? So I went in.

There was no one in the main house, and no one in the two bedrooms. The house was empty. Did they not go home after they killed me?

I turned and walked out of the yard, not knowing where to go. He wandered around randomly, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the foot of the grave. It seems like I've been to Grave Mountain so many times recently that I've gotten used to it.

I walked around the cemetery and found that the corpse was missing. Could it be that Xia Xin found the wrong person and felt guilty? Did she come back to help me collect the corpse?

I was wondering, when I heard voices in the distance.

I followed the sound and saw three old men playing mahjong.

Playing mahjong on the mountain could be considered to have quite a bit of personality.

They were surrounded by a broken table with a dim oil lamp on it. The three of them had just finished their rounds when they saw that I had arrived. They immediately became overjoyed and waved their hands at me. "Come, come. We are one out of three missing."

I absent-mindedly said, "I don't know how to play mahjong."

The three old men said, "This is very simple. Let's teach you."

They pulled me onto a chair, and one of the old men said with a smile, "Little brother, you look so young. Why are you here so early? "If you can give up on this, you can write off the money you owe me. What do you think?"

I was stunned for a moment before I curiously asked, "When did I owe you money?"

When the old man heard this, his expression immediately changed. A person who was originally grinning suddenly revealed a sinister expression. He stared at me and said, "What? Doesn't that count? "

I said a little fearfully, "I don't remember. Please remind me."

The old man coldly snorted and suddenly imitated my voice. "I didn't bring any money today. I will burn it for you in the next few days. Is that alright?"

I snapped back to reality and pointed at him. "You're a ghost."

The old man's face was already deathly pale, and now, it was even more terrifying. "I'm a ghost. Who isn't?"

The other two old men in the lantern light also grinned at me with malicious intent.