Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4521
This room Liu Dixian was full of emotions, his mood turned, and beside him, Yang Ruoqing stared at the mass grave a hundred paces away, with a tense expression.

"Sir, what do you think those are?"

She lightly touched Liu Dixian's sleeve beside her, and asked in a low voice.

Liu Dixian suddenly came back to his senses and looked straight ahead.

I saw some shiny little things slowly flying out of the grass around the cemetery in front of me.

Those things are like fireflies on a summer night, flying in the air, shining green light.

The strange thing is that they only occupy the area above the cemetery and don't go anywhere else.

"The weather wasn't that hot at this time, so it shouldn't be fireflies."

Yang Ruoqing continued to lower her voice.

Liu Dixian also said in a deep voice: "This is a common will-o'-the-wisp in cemeteries, it's okay."

Saying that it's okay, Liu Dixian took Yang Ruoqing and the two to find a big tree nearby as a cover.

"Wild-wisps?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "People in our village often pass by here at night, saying that there are ghost-fires here. Is it true that there are ghosts where there are ghost-fires?"

Liu Dixian nodded and continued to explain: "This kind of will-o'-the-wisp is what the villagers call it. In our industry, it is called a phosphorus fire. It is a kind of fire that can spontaneously ignite related to the bones of the dead. The fire is green."

After Liu Dixian said this, Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood.

Phosphorus is a chemical element, rich in this element in the bones, and this element has a very low ignition point, can be naturally in the air, so it is normal to have green fireflies flying around the cemetery like fireflies.

only……

"Mr. Liu, there is a man walking over there with a firefly on his head, look."

In Yang Ruoqing's line of sight, a moving black figure appeared.

"Where did that black shadow come from? When did it appear?" Beside him, Liu Dixian asked in a low voice, with a bit of surprise in his voice.

He had been staring at the cemetery in front of him, but didn't notice anything unusual.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I don't know where it came from, it seems that I blinked and he appeared, hehe..."

He gave a dry laugh to calm down the tension and excitement in his heart.

Growing up so big, I have seen the beautiful corpse of the queen of the Southern Dynasty who did not rot, and I have also seen the kind of fish in the underground river that has no eyes but has teeth that can eat people.

Even fighting against the evil power that locks the soul of the child and uses puppetry to manipulate the corpse of the child to fight for it...

Following Tang Yazi on the battlefield, he was killed bloody and bloody, stepping on the pile of corpses...

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself that she was also someone who had experienced big storms, but at this moment, she felt a little palpitating seeing the slowly moving black shadow with a little fire on top of her head in the middle of the cemetery in front of her.

The black shadow was a bit blurry from a distance away, but now it was moving towards this side, and Yang Ruoqing could see clearly that it was a person.

It was an old man with a yellow and thin face in a black robe.

The old man's eye sockets were so big that they were almost sunken, his nose was high, and the tip of his nose was like a hook.

The gray beard covered the mouth, and a large black mole next to the left eyebrow was particularly conspicuous.

Because in the peasant family, the big mole with that shape and color is called "cow dung mole", because it looks like a pile of cow dung pulled on the ground, so it got its name.

Well, Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to give a thumbs up to those villagers who had opened up their brains and imaginative spirit again, they were really like cow dung!

The old man walked around the cemetery, with his hands behind his back, and a little fire was shining above his head. He was obviously moving, but he couldn't see him lifting his legs.

Yang Ruoqing had an impulsive desire to rush up and take off the old man's long black robe to see if there were wheels under her feet...

"This old ghost, it seems that this ghost is not a lonely soul without a master, but a ghost who died in vain." Liu Dixian said suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Liu Dixian in surprise, and found that he was squinting his eyes, looking at the old ghost who was still walking in the cemetery with interest.

"Mister is so powerful, you can see that?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help boasting.

Liu Dixian smiled faintly, "If I'm not mistaken, the tomb of this old ghost should be elsewhere. He came here for a purpose."

Purposeful?
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, for what purpose?
Did you meet someone here to chat, drink tea, smoke and play cards?

"Here we come!" Liu Dixian said suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing held her breath, quickly withdrew her gaze, and continued to look ahead nervously and excitedly.

In the cemetery ahead, suddenly there was another figure.

This time, it was the figure of an old lady with a hunched back and a cane in her hand.

The clothes on his body were tattered, and he wore a pair of straw sandals on his bare feet.

Why is the old lady's back so familiar?
Especially when the hunchback turned [-] degrees and was still groping for a walk, Yang Ruoqing seemed to have seen it somewhere.

The old man with the fire on his head came together with the hunched old lady with a cane, and then there was a very low, intermittent, indistinct whispering sound that seemed to come from the bottom of the cemetery.

This reminded Yang Ruoqing of sitting next to women like Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Liu on rainy days and listening to them talking about old ghosts in the mountain village while they were doing needlework.

When it comes to someone who went to the mountain tea garden to pick tea leaves after the rain and heard ghosts talking, it seems to be such a form.

Chirping, whistling, far and near, it seems to be far away when it is far away, and it seems to be whispering in your ear when it is close.

But you can't understand a word, and you can't hear clearly, but there are indeed vague voices coming into your ears intermittently and mistyly.

It makes you hard to catch, so you can only feel fear.

"The two of them are reminiscing about the past." Yang Ruoqing and Liu Dixian said softly.

Is it mother and child?
Or an old friend?

Don't you want to have the most beautiful sunset red?
"Shut up, there is a situation!" Liu Dixian said suddenly, his expression became a little gloomy.

Yang Ruoqing restrained her breath again, and looked around vigilantly.

There is nothing wrong...

Yang Ruoqing was wondering secretly when a gust of wind came from the dark woods behind the cemetery.

The wind is getting louder and louder, as if from far to near, and it sounds very strong and domineering.

If you close your eyes, there will definitely be a picture in your mind of a strong wind destroying trees wantonly, sweeping grass blades and dead branches dancing wildly in the sky.

But in front of him, the trees in the dark forest on the opposite side didn't move at all, and they didn't move at all, but the wind was getting louder and roaring, as if it was going to swallow everything, and the sound of the wind was mixed with the howling of tigers.

Yes, it's really the roar of a tiger.

The roar of the white tiger king that was exterminated by Zhuiyun and Luo Fengtang back then was nothing more than that.

This time the roar of the tiger was mixed in the strong wind, which made people tremble with fear.

Those phosphorescent fires in the cemetery have long since disappeared without a trace, and the pair of old ghosts screamed in fright and disappeared without a trace.

It seems that some huge monster is rushing from the other side of the mountain...

(End of this chapter)