C16 Digging grave in the back mountain

"Please tell me what you want to do, Uncle Jia Le." I said to Zhao Jiale, "This thing has always been in the back mountain. It would be bad if it scared the people in the village."

Zhao Jiale chuckled. He picked up a fist-sized rock and placed it in front of me. "Take a piss on this rock. The boy will piss to ward off evil. He's more than enough to deal with small things."

For the sake of everyone's safety, I mustered my courage and spirit to take off my pants. My legs instantly became so cold that they started to tremble. I tremblingly urinated on the stones. Zhao Jiale saw that I was done peeing and did not mind the dirt. He picked up the rock and threw it at the flying fireball. The thing in the sky screamed and something fell from the sky with a "puchi" sound.

"It fell." Excited, I rushed to see what the ghost looked like, but I was stunned when I hit it with the flashlight. But my eyes widened when I saw it. There weren't any ferocious or terrifying demons or ghosts on the ground. Instead, it was a decaying coffin board with a large, rusty nail nailed to it. Looks like something older.

Now, I finally believe what Zhao Jiale said. The flying fireballs in the sky are the coffin nail. What I didn't think of was that the child was so good at urinating. Previously, when he broke the ghost wall, he relied on this child to urinate. Now that I think about it, I have to keep it for the first time.

Zhao Jiale lewdly smiled and said, "Then let's keep it for now. However, you shouldn't rely too much on this child to pee. A child's piss is only useful for small things with shallow levels of cultivation. "I can't do anything to those evil people with deep cultivation experience."

We went around a hill and we came to the tomb of the Gao Family ancestors in the back of the mountain. On the hundreds of tombs of the Gao Family's ancestors, blue sparks of fire could be seen flickering about. This scene was practically a hundred ghosts walking at night.

When have I ever seen such ghosts in such a state? The wine I just drank was enough to make me break out in a cold sweat. They were all trembling as they said, "Are these all because of that thing just now?"

"No." Zhao Jiale said expressionlessly, "These are the real will-o '-the-wisps. Don't worry about them."

"When I heard that it was phosphorous fire, the stone in my heart finally fell." Ghostly fire "is actually phosphorescent fire, is a very common natural phenomenon." Because people's bones contain phosphorus, phosphorus and air interaction will produce phosphine, a self-igniting gas, light weight, the wind will move. It seemed frightening, but in reality, it would not harm anyone.

Zhao Jiale took out a bag of paper money from his backpack and lit it up with a lighter. He then used a wooden stick to flip through the paper money to make the paper money burn faster. "The elders and juniors of the Gao Family, Zhao Jiale, have unintentionally offended you tonight. Please accept this gift of goodwill."

The paper money burned very well. Perhaps it was because of the wind, but the paper money burned even faster than usual. The ash from the paper money swirled in the air, drifting towards the old tombs.

When the paper money was almost burnt out, Zhao Jiale shook his head and threw the burnt wooden stick aside. "It seems that the Gao Clan's ancestors haven't received their money in a long time."

Just as Zhao Jiale finished his sentence, the wooden stick that he had thrown away seemed to have been thrown back by someone. It hit Zhao Jiale squarely in the head. Zhao Jiale was caught off guard and was hit squarely in the middle. Zhao Jiale subconsciously covered his head with his hands.

"Uncle Jia Le." I quickly shone my flashlight at the place where the stick had been thrown. It was surrounded by uneven graves. I gulped. I was about to tell Uncle Zhao Jiale that your words just now angered the Gao Family's ancestors.

But before I could open my mouth, Zhao Jiale stopped me with a wave of his hand. He scanned the surroundings with his flashlight, but didn't find anything. He was no longer calm as he said to the surroundings, "This junior has offended you. Please forgive me."

The surroundings were completely silent. Because of the winter, not even a single insect could be heard. Zhao Jiale said to me, "Go find the tomb of the Gao family. Be quick."

I kept muttering to myself, there are two or three hundred graves here, they are already sinister and scary. It was now the middle of the night, and I had the feeling that countless pairs of eyes were watching our every move around the grave.

The grave of Gao Laoyi was a new grave. But I have seen the terrible sight of Tallent hanging at home with his tongue hanging down over his hand. Looking at his grave, I felt a shiver run down my spine, a chill in my neck, as if something were blowing on my neck.

I saw a head pop up from the grave. It was the head of Gao Laoyi. He stuck out his tongue and said, "Feng, you came to see me?"

Following that, another head popped out from the grave. It belonged to Elder Gao's wife, Liu Jie. Her brain and blood flowed all over her face, and all her blood was white and red. She smiled strangely and said, "Don't think about leaving if you're here. Little Feng, stay with us."

I was scared to death. I held my head and said, "Uncle, God. I'm not the one harming you, please let me go. "

"Big Brother Feng, you're here?" That fool Gao Yuan's head popped out from between Gao Laoyi and Liu Jie. There was a string of snot hanging from Gao Genji's nose, making him smile foolishly. He suddenly rolled his eyes and said: "Big brother Feng, don't go. Stay and play with me. I'll show you the whites of my eyes."

Gao Gen rolled his eyes at me and said, "Big brother Xiao Feng, I just rolled my eyes for you to see, and you also rolled your eyes for me to see."

"I won't roll my eyes." I shouted, "I want to get out of here!"

He stretched out his tongue and wrapped it around my neck like a long, weird snake, pulling me toward the three of them. I felt my breathing grow weaker and my consciousness grow dim.

"Feng!" I felt a tap on my shoulder, a jolt, and my consciousness cleared. We were in front of the new grave of Gao Laoyi, and the wreaths on the grave were brand-new. Using both of my hands to grip my neck strangely, Zhao Jiale placed one of his hands on my shoulder and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Just now …" I coughed twice, suspecting that if it wasn't for Zhao Jiale patting me just now, I might have been able to strangle myself to death. I asked Zhaojiale what had happened, and I saw the heads of the Gao family emerge from their graves.

Zhao Jiale patted my shoulder, "Feng, don't scare yourself."

After saying that, Zhao Jiale took out a bottle of Erguotou from his backpack. "You broke out in a cold sweat and drove away the cold."

I didn't expect Zhao Jiale to carry a Erguotou with him. He unscrewed the cap and gulped down two mouthfuls of the liquid. Instantly, his stomach started to feel hot, and his body warmed up quite a bit.

As the saying goes, "wine is strong and people is brave." After drinking the wine, I have become a bit bolder.

Zhao Jiale and I stuck our flashlights in the other graves and began to dig with our spurs. Every time I dig, I look around at the ghost fire. In this gloomy environment, I was afraid that a head would emerge from the grave of Gauguin.

To tell the truth, I'm a little regretful that I followed Zhao Jiale to the Gao family's ancestral grave. If there are no special circumstances, it would be inappropriate to move the new grave, and even if we move the grave, we have to be cautious about it. It was said that Old Gao's family had died a violent death, and this death filled them with resentment. I always felt that when we came to dig Gao Laoye's grave in the middle of the night, we were just looking for trouble.

Because Old Man Gao and his family had just been buried, the soil was relatively loose. After digging for a while, Old Man Gao and Old Man Yi's huge black coffin leaked out.

I said, "Uncle Jia Le, we have already dug up the tomb of old man Gao." I don't know if it was the digging or the tension, but the gowns beneath the down jacket were soaked with sweat and stolen.

Zhao Jiale lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "Let's open the coffin," he said.

When I heard that Zhao Jiale was going to open Gao Laoyi's coffin, I was shocked. Gao Laoyi was hanged, but I had seen him like that before. His tongue was hanging down to his chin. Now we not only dug Gao Laoyi's grave, but we also opened the coffin. I didn't dare to kill him.

Zhao Jiale pushed the lid of the coffin away and said with a darkened face, "As I thought."

I asked what was wrong. Zhao Jiale took a long drag on his cigarette and said, "Look for yourself."

I didn't want to look at Zhao Jiale's corpse, but his reaction made me curious as to what had happened to Gao Yiyi. In the end, curiosity took over the top. I looked into Gao Laoye's coffin and couldn't help but cry out, "How could this be?"