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He Dabao went to look for a shovel. I said to the fool, "Idiot, are you willing to be a useful person for once again?"

The fool who was originally lying down immediately stood up and loudly said, "I am willing! I am a useful person! "

I suddenly felt that it wasn't polite to call him a fool. This fool should be around fifty or sixty years old. I asked, "What's your name?"

The fool raised his head and thought for a long time before he shook his head. "They call me an idiot. I don't even know my own name." After saying that, she giggled.

"Then I can only call you Uncle Fool!" I said helplessly.

After waiting for a while, He Dazhi brought out two shovels. When the idiot saw them, he immediately said, "Why is there only two? I have to do something too! " She looked at me again. "What are you going to do?"

"Go dig the grave!" Are you afraid? "

"What's there to be afraid of when you dig a grave?" "Let's go!"

He Dazhi asked, "Then should we borrow another shovel?"

"No need. You two, dig. I'll just wait and see." I returned and said to the fool, "Uncle Fool, bring us to the place where you buried our corpses!"

"En!" The fool nodded his head and led the way.

After leaving the village and entering the wilderness, there would be a lot of dirty stuff. I was worried that my anger would be overshadowed and that some troublesome ghost would attack me, so I wiped off all the dirt from my shoulders and forehead and walked away with my head held high.

The fool led us through a graveyard and around a mountain. He pointed to the front and said, "It's buried there!"

I shined the flashlight in front of me and immediately shook my head. There was a wasteland full of weeds in front of me. That was nothing, it was just that amongst the grass, there were very few with smooth and round leaves and they were not growing well. And the most exuberant plants were those with thorns. And not a single flower.

As the old saying goes, a man is raised by the soil and water, while a man is intelligent and handsome, and a woman is pretty. As for those who were poor and cruel, they would become unruly and unruly. Those who did not would grow up to be intrepid and boorish. Those who did would grow up to be shifty and unscrupulous.

This referred to the type of people that appeared in different places. For corpses, this was also a principle. In a place with good mountains and good waters, the corpse would naturally rot if buried there, and the corpse poison would also be dispelled by the microorganisms in the soil, affecting later generations as well. However, the corpse was buried in a place with a very dense infernal energy. It was likely that the corpse would not rot, and the corpse would continuously ferment corpse poison. Furthermore, the poison might also be poisonous, and in the end, it might even become a zombie.

The easiest way to look at the properties of a piece of land was to see how the grass looked like. The ground in front of him was full of grass with thorns, making it aggressive. This aura was very aggressive, and the corpses below it weren't much better off.

I said to He Dazhi, "Uncle Dazhi, go back to the village and buy a few bottles of white spirits. The harder the better."

"What's the point of buying wine now?" Inviting Yang Tian to drink? "

"En, buy some for him to drink. Hurry up and go."

He Dabao was a bit scared. "But we have to pass through another graveyard in the middle of the night. I'm afraid —"

"Don't be afraid, you are just a big labourer with good health. Although you are a bit old, you still have a lot of blood energy. When you go, lift your head and stick your chest out. If someone calls you, don't look back.

"Really?"

"Would I lie to you? I don't mind how much trouble it is. "

He Dabao thought for a moment, then left.

I lit a flashlight and asked the fool, "Where exactly are they buried?"

The fool said, "It's just here!"

"Unmarked places?" I asked.

"Yes!" The fool pointed to the right front and then to the left and said, "I wanted to bury him at a place where I can remember it better. That's the place."

"What?" The place right next to the top of the mountain? " I was on the verge of tears. I shone my light towards the two areas where the fool was pointing. There were indeed two mountains with protruding edges facing here. They looked like two swords. The sword qi was coincidentally converging at this spot.

"Duo Sha, stupid uncle, you've really buried yourself in a good place!" I smiled bitterly.

"Is that so? I'm very capable! "

"Very capable. Go back!"

"Go back, stop digging?" As a fool, he wanted to go all out.

"What are you digging for? If you bury that guy until he turns into a zombie, then we won't be able to beat him. Once we dig him out, we'll be dead. Prepare to come back tomorrow." I shook my head.

Yang Tian's body must have been a victim, but you can't blame a fool for this. Yang Tian died due to grievances. If someone who knew his place was around, he would bury him in the ground and slowly dissolve his grievances." However, at that time, the villagers were afraid of being tainted by bad luck. They let a fool bury it as he pleased, and the result was that they buried it in such a "good" place.

The fool, who was originally in high spirits, now had to return. He was somewhat displeased. He pouted as he followed behind me. "Do you also think that I'm useless? That's why you didn't need my help in digging the grave!"

"You're the most useful, but it's too dark to see. Come back tomorrow morning to dig."

"So that's the case. You were talking about zombies just now, but I don't even understand what you're talking about. Nonsense!" "Hahaha!" The fool happily ran to my side. "What time tomorrow? Call me!"

"You don't need to come tomorrow, I'll just find some people."

"Why? You still think I'm useless! " The fool suddenly stood up straight.

I was worried that if I said that he wouldn't be here and he wanted to prove that he was useful, he would dig out Yang Tian by himself, so I smiled, "No, I was wrong. When I come tomorrow to dig, I'll go down the stage and call you."

"Un, we have an agreement!"

As we walked around the mountain and reached the cemetery, we suddenly heard someone singing, "The wind rises to the heavens, the clouds rise to the sky, and the mountains rise to the heavens …"

"Ghost performance!" The fool ducked behind me.

But I don't feel like it's a ghost voice. A ghost voice is very hollow and sharp, how can it be so full of energy?

I looked ahead and saw the light. It turned out that He Dazhi had bought the wine, and that he was singing this kind of grand opera to strengthen his courage.

"Big Hand, let's go back!" I shouted suddenly.

He Dazhi was so scared that the plastic bag in his hand fell to the ground. When he saw me, he touched his chest. "You scared me to death. I thought it was a ghost!"

"The wine isn't broken, right?" I went over and picked up the plastic bag. Luckily, it was still in the grass and the wine was still there.

"Why are you going back just like that?" He Da's face was filled with doubt.

"I can't be sure. Yang Tian's corpse is probably turned into a zombie. Tomorrow, bring some gasoline and dig it out carefully. Before he inhales any more, pour all the gasoline over and burn him!"

"How did you know he was a zombie?"

"I eat to the death, I can't even tell how to walk in the Jianghu!" I pretended to be very experienced.

When I got back to his house, I took a shower first and then took out the mirror in my bag. All of the blood on the mirror had already turned white. Looking at the scene behind them, Fang Qin and Fang Qing finally set off for the Gate of Life.

I went outside and smashed the mirror. Then he gave the transcribed scriptures to He Dazhi and said, "Uncle Dazhi, tomorrow morning you will distribute these scriptures to the kind families and those who believe in Bodhisattvas. "A Buddhist scripture and a pagoda, it would be better if they were placed in a higher position in the southeast corner of the house, or on an incense table."

"Alright!"

"Then I'll go to sleep first. I can't take it anymore!" As I spoke tiredly, I dragged a bamboo chair to the entrance of the junk room and slept there.

The next day, Lulu woke me up and asked gloomily, "Uncle said that my father had been possessed by a ghost and was still locked inside? Is that true? "

I nodded. "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me."

Lulu's tears fell. "I want to see my father!"

"We shouldn't watch it now!"

Lulu pursed her lips and could not help crying softly.

"Alright, just a look will do." I opened the door, and Lulu saw that her father was tied up with ink and there was even a rune drawn on his face, making him cry even more fiercely. If it wasn't for me pulling him, she would have already run in.

Lulu laid on top of me, crying so much that her chest heaved up and down, causing my face to turn red and my mouth to go dry.

"You must save my father! Nothing must happen to him! "

"Don't worry, your father will be fine today."

When an outsider saw He Feng die, Lulu didn't feel sad at all, so she pointed out that she had no conscience, and her aunt didn't feel sad even after she died, but she didn't know why. Youngsters these days weren't used to living in the eyes of others. They loved and hated her clearly. Since her aunt treated her badly, she wouldn't pretend to cry just to let others say that she was sensible.

I really like this girl more and more...

"Quick, quick, quick!" "Someone saw the fool going up the mountain with a shovel!"