Ginseng dolls? That thing is so expensive that I can't see it for the rest of my life!

Will also run!

Song Chunguang exchanged glances with his younger brother, and chased after him without thinking about it!

If this is true, then it will be released!

As for why the ginseng doll is in the cemetery, then who knows!

Song Ci seemed to be hugged by a fire medicine bag, and he was a little dizzy when he ran.

She struggled to control her mental power, locking on to the strange source that was moving fast.

The thing should not be large, and its trajectory is not regular, first up and down and serpent forward, and then suddenly zigzag downward.

Her mental power was obviously blocked, so that she couldn't "see" clearly what the situation was.

And the surrounding aura also reveals a different feeling, dark and rotten, not the kind of supernatural phenomenon mentioned in ghost stories, it is literal.

It is not surprising that the cemetery is a place like this, where there is no sunlight and ventilation all year round, and there are corpses piled up and rotting, and the molecular composition in the air is different from other places, and it is infinitely magnified by her sensitive senses.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a refinement, this is an iron law.

She casually mentioned the ginseng doll, isn't that also an idea, to find an intuitive and magical excuse, so that adults pay attention to it and chase after it, there is really no other meaning.

"To the left, then to the right, to go around, and still ahead. ”

Song Ci followed the direction route in his memory, guiding his aunt forward.

"Oh, I'll go down and find it myself, it's too slow. ”

Graves are lined up on the ground, and the tombstones have been weathered by wind and rain, old and old, overgrown with weeds, grasshoppers jumping around, and broken wreaths have been discarded haphazardly to make room for new ones.

Looking at this scale, probably the ancestors of every family in the village are sleeping here, occupying a large mountain.

Song Chun'an picked up a branch, and he didn't know whose house it was resting, so that it could be used to turn it when he came to worship his ancestors and burn paper every year.

As soon as she heard that her daughter was going to go down to the ground and go by herself, Song Chunan turned around and glared at her fiercely, telling her to be honest and let the adults hold her.

Ginseng dolls are good, but they are not as expensive as his dolls!

This grass is almost taller than the girl, if you really want to tell her to run around on the ground, you can't find anyone!

Song Chun'an calculated his accounts well, and he didn't allow his daughter to come.

Song Chunguang was also so frightened that he hugged his little niece and looked at her with disapproval.

Song Ci'an divided it, and after thinking about it, he realized that he had an important position in the hearts of adults, and his heart was sweet!

Therefore, I want to repay them as much as I can!

With such a distraction, the connection with her chasing spiritual power was disconnected, and instead she was told to return to reality and calmly observe the terrain.

In the brain domain, it was easy to form several flat and three-dimensional maps of the route that the mental power had just tracked, and she looked at the cemetery in front of her carefully, and her brain quickly calculated and compared it like a computer, and quickly matched the map with the real scene.

"Over there! about nine meters away!"

Song Ci pointed with his small hand and scolded Fang Xuan!

Song Chunan glanced back, and did not hesitate to change the direction of his feet, really referring to where to hit.

The cemetery is not a flat map, and a straight line between two points can be drawn;

Instead, you need to go around the tombstones, and the route is more than doubled!

But no matter how far you go, you have to take a detour.

If this is jumped from the graves of our ancestors, it will be rude to say whether it is a taboo or not.

Most people can't do this kind of bad thing.

Fortunately, Song Chunan is tall and long-legged, and he can run fast, and it won't take much effort to detour at a distance of nine meters.

"Daddy hug me!"

Song Ci saw her father striding away, and hurriedly reached out to hug her.

How could the Vanguard not have a living map.