Ghost grandmother's village has ghosts

The sudden appearance of the cemetery made the bald three and Zhang Er monks puzzled.I saw that the tomb was half the height of a person, but it seemed that the tomb had not been worshipped for many years, and there were many small yellow flowers growing on it, as well as messy weeds, plus dry dead grass, mixed in the green grass, making people feel that the tomb was full of people. This cemetery adds a bit of desolation.

It was just a desolate and untended graveyard, the bald man smiled contemptuously, and continued on his way with the female corpse on his back.

It's not that a person dies three cents less, it is said that the weight lost is exactly the weight of the soul.But the bald three didn't feel how light the corpse was on his back.Still struggling to carry the corpse on his back, he hurried forward with all his might.

I don't know how long I walked, the bald man looked at the sky, but the sky was covered by the branches and leaves, and the whole old forest was lifeless and terribly cold.

"Huh! That's not right, why are you back here again!" The bald third looked at the graveyard in front of him, and the pile of green grass and small yellow flowers. He pursed his lower lip and thought, could it be something else? A cemetery.So he picked up a small stone on the ground and carved a "three" character on the ground, thinking that the three characters would be used as a mark so that there would be no mistakes.

Another half hour passed...

Still returned to the graveyard, but this time, when the bald three saw the word "three" carved by himself, the right side of his face trembled, and big drops of sweat dripped down, thinking to himself, it wouldn't be like this Wicked!

And at this time, the faint voice sounded again: "Three! Three!"

After hearing this voice, Bald Three's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and began to droop down continuously, and the graveyard in front of him also began to blur...

"Where am I!" The bald three turned around and looked around, but looking at the grave in front of him, he was still touching the female corpse on his back, and he breathed a sigh of relief.But then, it was found that something was wrong.

Because on the graveyard, the original small yellow flowers and weeds have disappeared, and the shape of the graveyard is not a raised bow, but a reverse bow.And in the cemetery, less than a foot away, there is a small fire kiln, I saw that the fire kiln is made of cement, with a semicircular opening in the middle, and there is a raging fire in the fire kiln, which does not stop The burning, and accompanied by the fire, made the sound of thunderbolt, and some small sparks burst out from time to time.

The bald three was very puzzled, why the graveyard was different from the previous graveyard, but the character "three" engraved on the ground was still there, so there was no mistake.

But it wasn't because your eyelids were fighting just now, you want to sleep!Of course, at this moment, even if the bald three scratched their heads, they would not be able to come up with an answer, but the bald three could see everything in front of this graveyard.

There is a fire kiln near the cemetery. No matter where it is, there will be people who die short-lived. This is one of them.

Second, the cemetery is in the shape of an anti-bow, and there will be descendants and grandchildren who will cause trouble and be imprisoned.Not only that, but the bald three took a closer look at the location of the cemetery. The terrain is sunken, and the bottom has accumulated water for many years. This cemetery exactly corresponds to the four words, "blood shines on the grave"!

Therefore, the descendants buried here were either imprisoned or short-lived, which made the bald three sigh.

And at this time, the cold voice sounded again: "Three~"

"Who is calling me!"

This time the bald three listened very clearly, and saw the truth, only to see a familiar and distorted face appeared in the kiln.

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