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"What should we do?" Leng Wuzui raised his head and asked.

"Forget it, let's go back. I'll come again tomorrow to pay my respects." That's why I said tomorrow, because tonight I'm going to interrogate the old lady and explain everything to her. If I don't explain everything to her, now that the old lady is angry, who knows what kind of trouble she might cause. Furthermore, he couldn't stay here any longer. Just now, he did come to this place in order to scare people. Furthermore, that old willow tree was too old and was deformed, so there was a chance that it was hiding something.

The four of us took all the guys, and just as we were about to turn around and leave, we suddenly heard a sound from behind the grave. "Chirp chirp" "Chirp chirp" "Chirp chirp", just like the sound San Fu's voice had made when he mistakenly entered Wu Ruilan's yard.

"Hurry up!" I knew that the sound of it was a sign of bad luck.

So we all ran for the weir, but before we had gone four or five steps we heard another sound from behind the grave.

Don't come near me, don't come near me!" It seemed to be desperate, and I understood what was going on the moment I heard it. It seems that another person had been entangled by it. Then, "AHH!" and twice more, and again, and again

We all stopped, not because we weren't afraid, but because it was the boss's voice. We were all wondering why he was here in the middle of the night.

At this moment, a dark figure jumped out from behind the grave. His figure and height was the same as the person I saw earlier, the one from the Ghost sect.

The man bounced towards us. When we were about ten meters away, we realized he was our boss. He had a stick slung over his shoulder and something on it, and when I got closer, I saw that it was an old-fashioned tape recorder, a cuboid, with a loudspeaker on each side. In the middle of it were two cassettes that could be opened and closed, with a row of buttons at the bottom. After closing, you can play, rewind, fast-forward, and also wash tape, recording. The functions were complete, but because the volume was too large and the operation was too troublesome, it had been eliminated. Right now, the boss was carrying such an item. However, it was extremely dilapidated, and no one knew where he got it from.

The boss walked over. His face was covered in mud, the left shoulder of his vest was scratched, and several bloody lines were left on his arm. He was short and ugly to begin with, and now that he was in such a sorry state, I couldn't believe that anyone would dare to frighten him.

The boss was jumping around us, muttering something. I listened for a moment, as if "Pink-white face, red lips, wide forehead, narrow chin, dancing red sleeves, blaring horns, chattering chicks …", and these were the words that kept turning in my mouth. It must have been something he saw before he went insane. I did what he said and imagined what it looked like. It looked like a funeral paper man, with a white face and red lips and red sleeves and black shoes. I didn't dare to think any further.

"Big brother, what's wrong?" The old fool grabbed him.

The boss was shocked and hurriedly struggled, dragging the butt with him as he tried to break free from the old fool's grasp. The thing on his shoulder had fallen, and the broken tape recorder had fallen to the ground, but fortunately it was a field, and the ground was softer and not split in half.

After the boss broke free, he pointed at the dried up grave and said in a low voice, "Flower Girl, there's a flower girl!" With that, he turned around and ran towards the weir.

Leng Wuzui picked up all the items on the ground and turned them around. He looked at them and then tried pressing the button on the recorder.

"Kua kua kua kua kua", the gong and drums clips came out, and immediately after, another female actress began singing. I grabbed the radio and threw it at the ground, breaking it in half.

"We can't listen to this right now. Let's go." I urged.

I was thinking that my boss was actually hiding here to scare us and make us retreat. If we really had to give up, that would be for the best. So I figured that it was he who hit us with a clod on the top of the first grave when I was finished with it, so the head I looked back at was his. The sound of the big play came from this tape recorder. As for the people that came after, they were probably his doing too, because he really did have a stick.

So he thought he could scare us, but I was always calm, and although I saw it, I never said it. If I didn't say it, Leng Wuzui and the others would naturally not be afraid, so it was equivalent to squinting our eyes and settling the matter.

To him, meeting me was also a form of accident.

The boss was playing the fool. Who would have thought that he would fall into the hands of a real person in the end? What he did not know was that in some of the more evil places, one should not play tricks on others. In the worst case scenario, one might be tricked by a ghost.

The rest of us hurried up to the top of the embankment, tired of running, and threw the thing in our hands aside, bending over to catch our breath. My head went blank, my ears buzzed, and I saw stars in front of me. It must be the lack of oxygen. I'm afraid of long distance running. I've been afraid since primary school, so I have to throw up every time I run. Like me, Cold Extreme had his hands on his knees, his back bent, his head bowed as he panted.

I took a deep breath, swallowed, and straightened up. Before I could utter the word "dead," I suddenly realized that there was something lying behind Leng Wujie. It had a small nose and mouth, white face and red lips, and its blushing cheeks were very heavy. His pair of large eyes were dull as he stared fixedly at a certain spot. This is obviously the paper man for the funeral. My head was spinning, and my heart almost jumped out of my mouth. Then she seemed to notice that I was looking at her, and she turned her head slowly, making a gurgling sound as she did so, like the sound of breaking bones.

My body turned cold, my hair stood on end, and I reacted immediately.

"F * ck!" "I jumped up and sent a slap towards Leng Wuzui's back." Pah! A loud sound rang out. The slap was crisp and fast. It landed on the back of the Transcendent. The latter was caught off guard and staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground. I looked down and saw that the paper man was long gone. I shook my head, blinked, and looked at the old beggar, who looked at me in confusion.

Am I mistaken? Was it my brain that felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen, or was it my brain that was constantly thinking about what my boss had said that made me hallucinate?

I pulled my hand back and rubbed it hard. It hurt so much that my whole hand felt numb. At the same time, the Transcendent Cold cried out in pain and kept using his hands to feel his back, but he could not reach it. He stomped his feet in pain.

"F * cking crazy, you want to slap me to death!" This was also the first time he had cursed at someone.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from the north, and one could hear the melodious sounds of a faraway graveyard. It was a hazy feeling, sometimes it was not, and could not help but give people goosebumps.

"Hurry up!" We ran all the way home. I knew that Leng Wuzui's Liu Gong Sha hadn't been resolved yet, so the paper man might have taken the chance to stare at him. Now that he has such a place, he might even surround us with a bunch of things. He had originally wanted to ignite the old beggar's firecrackers and shake them, but now that he thought about it, it was not to such an extent. If he could avoid such a thing, he had to think of a way to disperse them.

"Light the lamp!" I sat at the desk and called out into the darkness ahead.

"A bit of Heaven and Earth Righteousness!"

"Two points of Yin and Yang!"

"Three points are very clear!"

Although I have yet to figure out the mystery behind this, there must be a certain amount of logic behind the bolt for it to be unwilling to fall behind every time. "As for the mystery behind it, I have thought about it before. 'Heaven and Earth Righteousness' is also known as' Universe Righteousness'. It is said that all living things in this world must be governed by laws." Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang, in the broad sense, is the law of the world. But from this perspective, I really didn't guess it. "However, when it comes to my position, it would seem that the Yin and Yang of this place are the Yin and Yang of the Yin and Yang of the Yin. In other words, the dead and the living. I feel that I have heard it for myself. As a judge, I should understand the law and discipline, so that people should always be righteous, not to confuse right and wrong with power. It didn't matter where the Yin People were, as long as I called them by name, I would be able to ask them about this. Although it wasn't good to say if this thing had this kind of magical function, the rules were still unbreakable.

Three lanterns floated in from the distance and landed on the corner of the desk. I took out a stick and lit it up. This should have been done by the plug, but he said he had been busy lately, and I had already started, so he stopped asking me questions.

"Li Cui'er has appeared!" Li Cui is the mother of Leng Ying, I asked her before.

As soon as I said that, the flames of the three lamps flickered. When the lights weren't stable yet, a person gradually appeared in front of me. As soon as the man appeared, he came running towards me, saying he was running fast, but no matter how fast an old lady is, that's all. Her face was angry, her arms held flat as a dustpan, her fingers spread wide, ready to grab me.

I was secretly surprised that the old lady would dare to go against me … I didn't want to, but I wasn't worried that she would touch me, because the bolt had said I was very hot, and they didn't dare to touch me. I just didn't understand why the old lady would have the guts to challenge me like that.

Sure enough, when the old lady was still three steps away from me, her body started to gradually change shape. It started to become hazy, appearing and disappearing, and it was as if the old lady had placed a piece of iron in water to quench it. The old lady kept roaring, but she could not take even half a step closer.

I blew gently at the old lady, because ghosts are a breath of air, another form of existence made up of three souls and seven souls, and because they can't be played without the support of the body, as I have seen in books before, they can be blown away if they blow too hard.

The old lady flew away from me and lay on her stomach, looking up at me.

I slapped the log and shouted, "Li Cui'er, you dare to attack me? Aren't you afraid that I will scatter your soul?"