Out of the hotel.

Li Mu learned that the road leading to the village was still being repaired, but for now motorcycles were able to pass.

It's important to run for mourning.

He found a motorbike and went back to the village.

About half an hour.

The motorcycle drove into the village, and before it reached my grandmother's house, I heard mournful music.

My grandmother and grandfather were from the same village.

Li Mu's parents are also very close.

In fact, this is also the kind of thinking of the older generation, who don't want their sons to go away, don't want their daughters to marry far away, and marry closer to each other, so that they can take care of each other in the future.

My grandmother's house is not next to the main road of the village road, and I have to walk a little way to get there after getting off the bus.

After getting off the motorcycle, Li Mu took out fifty yuan and gave it to the driver.

The motorcycle driver is also from this county, he looks about forty years old, honest and honest, after taking the money, he looked around cautiously and reminded Li Mu:

"Young man, are you back to mourn, right? I advise you not to go near the mourning hall where the corpses are kept......"

"What's wrong with the mourning hall?" asked Li Mu.

"I heard that there was an accident in the mourning hall of the Liu family last night...... "The driver's voice became quieter and quieter, as if he was afraid of being heard.

"What's wrong, haunted?" Li Mu frowned.

The driver's face suddenly turned pale, his right hand trembled and twisted the refueling handle of the motorcycle, and he ran away without answering Li Mu's words.

Li Mu was stunned for a moment, it seemed that his uncle's death was not simple.

Last night, the mysterious mobile phone reminded him that he would encounter "it" at the funeral.

And it is difficult for those who see "it" to survive!

Who is "it"?

Is it a ghost or a demon?

Along a small path next to the village road, Li Mu walked forward.

My grandmother's house was built in a mountain col, and the path was very narrow, and the surrounding area was overgrown with lush weeds, so it was not easy to walk.

Li Mu was wearing a 361-degree sports suit, and after walking for a while, he felt a little stuffy, took off his coat, put it on his shoulders and continued to walk forward.

In the right pocket of the coat is a small square box with folded paper, and Wang Fang's ghost is staying inside.

The road to my grandmother's house is almost a kilometer long, and you need to climb a small hill halfway.

I remember when I was a child, I used to tie the rope to the tree on the hill, and then run to the side to play with mud and stones, or burn a pile of firewood to roast sweet potatoes, or go to the small river to fish and play in the water.

Rural children basically spend their childhood in this way.

Li Mu's house in the countryside is not far from here.

It's just that there is not much money to be made in the countryside now, and most young men and women go out to work, and only return to the village on holidays.

There are fewer and fewer people in the village, and the rest are all old, weak and young.

This is not just a phenomenon in one village, but in villages throughout the country.

Climb the small hill in one go.

The air in the countryside is really much better than in the city, and breathing can make people feel refreshed, no wonder many people in the city now run to the countryside on holidays.

In addition to giving birth to Li Mu's mother, my grandmother also gave birth to two sons.

Li Mu's two uncles developed well outside, and after his grandfather died, he repeatedly offered to take his grandmother to live in the city.

However, my grandmother insisted on staying in the small mountain village, saying that she would guard her husband and be buried together after death, and that she could not let her husband go to another world alone.

When he was a child, Li Mu occasionally heard people in the village whisper that his grandfather died very suddenly, as if something was hidden inside.

But every time he asked his grandmother.

Except for seeing my grandmother's face become gloomy, and even her expression of gritting teeth, I couldn't get any answer.

Go down the ramp of the small hill.

He saw some plants on the side of the road that looked like lotus leaves, but they were all jet-black.

I remember that this jet-black plant was added to the strange things that his grandfather gave him to drink.

Suddenly.

He found himself in his footsteps getting heavy.

It was as if there was a rope around his waist behind his back.

Startled, he turned his head to look back.

Faintly, a tall figure stood in front of him, very blurry, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Wow!

A tall figure walked over.

Li Mu was startled, wanted to retreat, and wanted to pull out the axe behind his back, but found that his body didn't know when it was out of control, and he couldn't move.

In the blink of an eye, the tall figure had already walked in front of him, stretched out his right palm and stroked the top of his head.

Cold!

Cold!

The palm of the tall figure was like an ice brick, landing on top of Li Mu's head.

The chill spread from head to toe.

Li Mu was so cold that he shivered, he wanted to struggle but couldn't move at all.

A few seconds later.

The palms of the tall figures withdrew.

But it didn't leave, but stood in front of Li Mu, watching quietly.

Intimacy.

A sense of intimacy arises spontaneously.

Li Mu suddenly felt that the tall figure that appeared in front of him had no ill will towards him, and it was also a kind of love to touch his head with his hand.

Déjà vu.

Cracking sound!

Firecrackers rang out at my uncle's grandfather's house down the hillside.

Then came the sound of mournful music.

Li Mu just raised his head to see who the tall figure was.

But after the mourning music sounded, the tall figure seemed to be very frightened, quickly retreated, and disappeared.

"Xiaomu, don't go back, don't go back......" The hoarse voice of an old man faintly came into Li Mu's ears.

The voice was familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was for a while.

Twenty minutes later.

Li Mu walked into the courtyard of his grandmother's house.

Grandma's house was a typical rural mud-walled and tiled house, with a separate cowshed and a few dead branches and leaves scattered on the floor.

The courtyard is surrounded by a fence woven of bamboo, covered with rattan plants, some withered and some just sprouting.

"Grandma. Li Mu shouted, but did not respond.

I glanced at the door of my grandmother's house, and it was all closed.

It should be my grandmother who went to my uncle's house.

When my uncle died, the family must need some help with the funeral.

I thought about it for a moment.

Li Mu turned around and prepared to go to his uncle's house, which was only more than 100 meters away from his grandmother's house, and standing on the edge of his grandmother's courtyard, he could see the white cloth fluttering in his uncle's house.

However, he frowned as he passed the vegetable garden next to the courtyard.

Vegetable garden on the edge of the compound.

Grandma used it all the time to grow vegetables.

Cabbage, green onions, garlic, lettuce, and more.

In order to make it easy to take it off and eat it nearby.

But the cabbage leaves in the vegetable garden are rotten, the green onion seedlings are all yellow, and there are some traces of being eaten by chickens and ducks.

This shows that the vegetable garden has not been taken care of for a long time.

Li Mu turned his head to look at the courtyard, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

My grandmother is a clean-loving person and cleans the courtyard every day, but the dead branches and leaves on the ground of the courtyard, coupled with the messy scene of the vegetable garden, show that no one has taken care of these for a long time.

So where did Grandma go?