C97

As soon as the old beggar stepped in front of me, I was the last to walk. Furthermore, I carried two shovels on my shoulder. After just two steps, I felt that there was something wrong. Because I felt the other end of the shovel getting heavier and heavier, I didn't feel it at first, but it was only when I could barely hold it on one side that I knew something was wrong.

I quickly turned my head, but there was nothing on the shovel. It only became lighter so much that I almost flipped over from the force of the blow. I steadied myself. If I flipped over, I would smack the old beggar on the back of the head.

Strange, why did the shovel suddenly turn heavier for no reason? Something must have set its sights on it. With this thought, the old beggar and the rest had already walked ten steps away. I hurriedly followed. As previously mentioned, no one had three lanterns on them. With more people, the lanterns would resonate with each other. This way, the yang energy would become stronger, and the lone soul would not dare to attack them. Therefore, when walking at night, as long as there were many people, even if it was something they wanted to do, it didn't matter.

I took two steps forward, took out my cigarette, and put my elbow on the shovel. I was about to light the fire when the end of the shovel suddenly sank, and I lost my grip. The entire shovel flipped over and fell to the ground.

My heart lurched, and the cigarette fell out of my mouth.

Damn, I turned around. The weird thing was that the two shovels were stuck in the ground at an angle. It's hard to explain. If I was walking up the hill and the shovel fell off, it might be possible to stick it in the ground. But I'm downhill now, and the slope behind me is higher than my feet, so there's no reason for this to happen. I looked around and a gust of wind blew. The dead leaves drifted in the air, mixed with squeaks, and then there was no more movement.

I grabbed the two shovels and rushed over. Just as he followed, the old beggar turned his head and whispered, "How is it, is someone pulling at your foot?"

I said no. It seemed that the old beggar had walked in front because someone was pulling his leg.

Who could it be? I've never heard of the Great Weir making a scene before, so it's only the old lady who thinks about it. It looks like she still doesn't want us to touch her house, and she still doesn't know why we did it. But Leng Wuzui and Old Man Gu had already paid their respects in the afternoon, so they must have said what they needed to say. Logically speaking, she should know why Leng Wuzui had to go through so much trouble. Then why did she come over to make a ruckus during dinner, and now she was making a ruckus again and again to stop it?

We went down the slope and began to walk east along the bottom of the cofferdam. The road was lined with knee-high grass, and although it was autumn, it was still surprisingly long, completely covering the road.

After about 20 minutes, they turned north and entered the fields. There were five or six graves in the middle of the field, which I had seen a long time ago, because there was a tree on each of the graves. The bigger ones were estimated to be as thick as an adult's waist, meaning that the grave had been there for some time, and some of them were just as thick as a man's wrist, meaning that the grave was only four or five years old at most.

The distribution of the tombs was not very centralized. They were basically in a right triangle, with the apex of the triangle located in the northeast. In other words, there were tombs at the north, south, and east of the triangle, and in the middle of the triangle, there were a total of five tombs. "The old lady's grave was about fifteen or sixteen meters away from the triangle-edged border. It was about a hundred meters away from the farthest one in the northeast and eighty meters away from the one in the southeast.

I saw the old lady's grave from a distance. Because it was new and there had been no rain recently, the flowers on the grave were still very bright and colorful.

I walked in front of the grave and found the table. The so-called table was a place for offering sacrifices to the dead or burning paper money. It was located at the head of the coffin. This table was actually a rather tall raised podium right next to the grave. It was round in shape, and all the paper money was burned on the podium. Normally, when burning paper, one would have to draw a circle around the table, called a circle of money, which meant that the paper money belonged to the people in the grave. Outsiders could not rob and take it away from them. Especially when there were many graves around, it was necessary to gather money.

The old lady's table was located in the southwest, which was slightly inappropriate. The reason for this was that when the grave was chosen, the Qian, Zhen, Kan, and Gen of the day after tomorrow's gossip should be considered as the superior position (i.e., the direction of the head of the coffin), which was also the positive position of the gossip. The corresponding directions were northwest, east, north, northeast, and the old lady's grave was located in the southwest. However, this didn't seem to be a big problem, because my grandfather's grave was obtained from the southeast, and he slept on the mountain, so there wasn't any trouble in our family. Therefore, I believe that taking the throne should be done in conjunction with the local environment and external responsibility, so it is not immutable.

The old beggar took out sandalwood and paper and told me to light them on every grave nearby. I have also told Leng Wuzui about this, that we must burn some incense before we open the grave, and tell the surrounding Yin people not to disturb us. It can also be explained that before we open the grave, we need to sacrifice or burn some paper money, if we don't burn some of it for the other Yin people, the ghost in the abandoned tombs that no one has cared about for for for for years will definitely come to rob us.

The old fool and I took a few handfuls of incense and dozens of papyrus clippings. We started at the southeast, and since the land was smooth, it was easy to walk without having to watch the road, but getting to the grave was a bit of a hassle. The tomb in the southeast was too old, and it had been built up to be particularly tall. The top was covered with dead vines, tangled with some wild grass, and close to the northeast of the grave grew a tall, thick old willow, the one I had previously described as as as as as as as as as as as as thick as a man's waist. "It must have been twenty to thirty years, and the old willow tree was almost empty. It had many large tumors growing on it. Three meters high, it was split into two branches, and the entire willow tree was deformed.

I don't think this is good. The taboo near the Yin Residence does not favor the owner of this strange plant. Furthermore, it is empty under the tree, indicating that there are insects that are nibbling on it, and perhaps the coffin is also nibbled on by some living thing, called a living cone, which is disadvantageous to the dead. I think we should grab the paper money and leave as soon as possible. So the old man and I searched around the grave for the table, but because there was so much grass at the top of the grave and it spread out and covered the entire grave, we couldn't find it for a long time.

"Let's burn it under the willow." I whispered, Why here? It's because the willow at the top of the grave is usually made from a mourning stick, and the mourning stick is stuck behind the table at the top of the grave. Of course, this didn't exclude the fact that the Sobbing Stick had died before becoming a tree, but the other wild trees had grown up instead.

As soon as we put in the incense, the willow began to make creaking noises, and I felt my heart tighten. I quickly looked up and thought to myself, What do you mean? I didn't have any evil intentions when I offered the incense. Old fool, maybe you are a little silly. After putting on the incense, you start kowtowing nine times. I silently cursed you in my heart, this fellow is dumb. It's not like he's your dad. Why are you giving such a big gift?

I was still thinking about the strangeness of this tree when the old man grabbed me. When I looked down, he was looking straight at me with fear in his eyes.

I told you to kowtow well, why are you so shocked.

The old man trembled in fear. From time to time, he would glance at the grave and ask in a low voice, "Did you see that?"

"See what?"

"Willow..." There is... With Double Green... "Green eyes."

As soon as the old man's words were out of his mouth, my body felt like a bucket of cold water being poured on top of a desert moon. From head to toe, I felt as if my body had been frozen from head to toe. At this time, the old willow tree made creaking noises again, as if it was grinding its teeth in sleep, which made people's hair stand on end. Hearing that, the old fool stood up and turned around. Just as he was about to run, I grabbed him and shouted, "Calm down! Don't panic!"

After being scolded by me, the old fool had indeed calmed down quite a bit. Hiding behind me, he said in a low voice, "There really are green eyes. I can see them for real. I can't be wrong!"

I said don't talk. Then, I stepped forward step by step as I thought, "There's no reason. If it was a ghost, where would the green eyes come from? At most, they would look just like they did when a person died."

"Let's go!" As I said that, I pushed him aside and began to slowly move closer to him. He said there were green eyes under the willow, so I locked my eyes under the willow. Because the willow tree was empty, there was a hole below, and at the hole, there were many brown sawdust. I leaned over and looked inside. It was dark and nothing unusual happened. At that moment, I was startled by another series of creaking sounds, because this time the sound was much louder than the last two times. I was sure that the sound came from the hole in the tree, and what was even more frightening was that it didn't sound like it came from above, but instead, it sounded like it came from below. In other words, the sound that resembled grinding teeth came from the grave. Fuck, I didn't meet a ghost today but a zombie instead, right?

I couldn't help but take a step back, colliding with the old fool. I whispered, "Stand back." The old fool didn't move, so I pushed him back a bit. Unexpectedly, when I pushed him back, I felt that I pushed him away instead of pushing him back. I thought that the old fool couldn't have been scared senseless and couldn't even stand properly, so I hurriedly turned my head. Unexpectedly, there was no one behind me. Where's the old fool? I looked around and saw the old man standing twenty meters away, motionless, his head poking out in my direction.

He was originally hiding there. Then who was the one that I pushed away earlier? Thinking of this, cold sweat started to form on my body. I couldn't panic. I hinted to myself that after forcefully calming down, I shouted, "Where's the wild ghost?!"

With my scolding, the old willow tree went silent. I turned my head to look. Heavens, I was almost scared to the point that I almost sat down. There was indeed a pair of green eyes under the willow tree. They were emitting a cold light as they stared at me. I couldn't help but feel cold all over, but luckily my reaction was quick, and at that crucial moment, I threw the sticks of incense in my hands at his head. The eyes closed, and then there was a rustling sound, and something sprang out and ran around the dead grass at the edge of the grave.

God damn it, after all this time it turned out to be a feathered animal, but he couldn't tell if it was a weasel or a badger or some other unknown animal. I picked up the sticks of incense and burned some paper money. I waved to the old fool, indicating that he should go to the next grave.

Although I found the source of the green eyes, I couldn't figure out what was going on with those grinding teeth and who I had just pushed aside. It seemed that no matter how old something was, it would always be chaotic, so there was definitely something wrong with that old willow tree.

We thought something was wrong, but when we turned around and walked to a spot between the graves, we suddenly heard a whizzing sound from behind us, and were hit right on the back of that old fool. He quickly turned around and asked, "Who is it?"