"It's all thirty years ago, how can it still be troubled?" Old man Zheng was skeptical.

Kaohsiung said: "It really can't be fake, when we go to your sister-in-law's grave in the evening, then the mage will chant and bless, and it will naturally tell us some details." Old man Zheng didn't understand who the "sister-in-law" was at first, but later realized that it was the Yunnan wife that his brother Lao Zheng bought. Also with him were the sons and grandsons of Old Man Zheng, who were in their twenties, tall and tall, and looked at us very unkindly, saying that if we were liars, we would not be polite at that time, and we would have to be sent to the township police station.

"Young people better be polite," Kaohsiung snorted, "Your father didn't teach you, believe it or not, do you have to have a sense of reverence for ghosts and gods?" Kaohsiung said that he would know until midnight, and he hoped that you would all be there then.

After dinner, the three of us rested for a while, and at about eleven o'clock, I was woken up by Kaohsiung, and saw that the next room was actually crowded with people, all of whom were planning to follow and watch the lively villagers, there were twenty or thirty people, including the son and grandson of Old Man Zheng. We set out from the village, and Mr. Jiang brought a lot of incense and candle offerings, paper people, paper horses, etc., which were divided by the enthusiastic villagers to help us get them. Soon I walked to the cemetery behind the village, and there are still many tombstones, and it seems that cremation is difficult to practice in many places in China, mainly in rural areas.

According to the old villager's instructions, he found the tomb on the north side of the old villager's father's grave. It is clear that no one has ever cultivated the soil, and after years of wind, rain and weathering, the grave bag has become smaller and smaller, and now it is not much bigger than a basin, and there is no tombstone at all. Kaohsiung asked: "You can't make a mistake, why haven't you even erected a tombstone?"

"When my brother buried his wife, he didn't erect a tombstone," Old Man Zheng recalled, "Because it costs an extra two hundred yuan to erect a monument, where can he afford it!" I thought to myself, Lao Zheng can beat his wife to death, and pretend to commit suicide by drinking pesticides, how can he pay for a woman surnamed Xia to set up a tombstone, because he didn't treat this woman as a wife at all, just a nanny who spent money to buy plus **.

In addition to the elderly villagers, two or three other female villagers also nodded, saying that this was the grave of Lao Zheng's wife. I asked where Lao Zheng's grave was, and Old Man Zheng's son pointed diagonally to the opposite side and said, "My uncle is buried in that place." "I saw that there was also a grave bag there, obviously larger, with a tombstone in front of it. Kaohsiung and I walked over to take a look, the tombstone is written "eldest brother Zheng XX's spiritual position" a few very simple words, next to it is a line of small characters, written Zheng Old Man name and the date of the monument, some words are not clear, more than 20 years, it is strange to be able to see clearly.

Since the location is nothing wrong with that, let's get started. The villagers have their own division of labor, a few with flashlights to shine on the side, and a few with shovels to dig. It didn't take long for the coffin to be dug up, and it was not even 30 centimeters from the ground, which seemed to be the cause of soil erosion. In less than two years, the coffin board will have to rise from the ground.

The nails of the coffin lid were pried open with a sharp handle, and the light of a few flashlights went down to see the bones inside. Strangely enough, there were only rotting bones, but no clothing was seen, and there was no bedding or cloth underneath, just a bare bare bone.

"This old Zheng, why don't you wear a set of clothes when your wife dies?"

"There's no quilt under the body, it's really a door. ”

"How can there be a ...... buried with a bare buttocks"

The villagers talked one after another, Old Man Zheng and his son looked at each other, and they were probably a little embarrassed, although it was his brother who had died for more than 20 years that did this kind of thing, but after all, it was the Zheng family who did it, and his face was gloomy. Obviously, when the township sent someone to examine the autopsy, it was to strip off all the clothes of the corpse, Lao Zheng may have made a little money to settle the autopsy, and he didn't even bother to put clothes on her when he was buried, so he put it directly into the coffin and buried it, which was really picky. Some people, even if they bury a cat or dog, they have to cover a piece of cloth, in the eyes of Lao Zheng, this woman bought from Yunnan is not as good as a cat or a dog.

Azambudan walked to the coffin pit and sat down cross-legged, Kaohsiung asked Mr. Jiang to sit opposite, and Azambudan held the evil card in his hand and gently threw it into the coffin, just landing on the chest of the corpse. Kaohsiung looked at his watch, and just after twelve o'clock, he nodded to Azanbudan. He began to chant mantras, and ten minutes later, he saw Mr. Jiang crying in a low voice.

"Why is he crying?" said a villager in a low voice. And this cry was very strange, like the voice of a young woman, which surprised all the villagers.

At this time, Mr. Jiang, who was sitting, suddenly let out a sharp voice: "Don't hit me, help, kill me, kill me!" frightened many villagers, and some of them began to retreat.

An old lady in her sixties trembled: "This voice ...... This、That's what she shouted back then.。 I hurriedly went over to ask, the old lady said that she was just over thirty years old at that time, and Lao Zheng is diagonally opposite the door, at night can always hear Lao Zheng beat his wife, that Yunnan woman is called that, that is called a miserable, at that time she was timid, heard this sound and couldn't sleep, at night can only use cotton balls to block the ears, but in the dream can still dream of that kind of sound, so the impression is particularly deep.

Mr. Jiang said again: "Kill me, pay for it, you have to pay for my life, you have to die, you also have to die!"

The villagers looked at each other, and some said, "This person is quite similar, it's really like being evil." "Another person said don't guess, if you don't listen to his voice, it's like a woman, the villager laughed in a low voice and said that it was pretended, and some people were good at pretending to be women. Listening to their discussions, I thought to myself how to convince these villagers, this is the point. While I was thinking about it, a villager suddenly exclaimed, and I saw that Old Man Zheng's body was trembling, as if he had malaria. He was shaking all over, looking exaggerated, and some of the villagers even laughed out loud.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Grandpa, grandpa!" Old Man Zheng's son and grandson hurriedly held on, but Old Man Zheng had already broken free from them, walked to Lao Zheng's tombstone step by step, turned around and sat on the ground, and leaned his back straight against the tombstone in front of his brother's grave. His eyes are blank and he is looking straight ahead. No one laughed anymore now, because Old Man Zheng's actions looked terrifying, just like the zombies in the movie and the kind of corpses in Yunnan.

Old man Zheng's son and grandson hurriedly walked over, and just about to help, Kaohsiung said beside him: "Don't care, he is now possessed by Lao Zheng!"

Hearing this, Old Man Zheng's children and grandchildren were so frightened that they didn't dare to move. At this time, Old Man Zheng began to speak incoherently: "No, it wasn't me! I drank too much, I don't know, I know, I don't know!" This voice was not like his own voice, but the voice of a middle-aged man, which sounded a little hoarse, but obviously much younger than Old Man Zheng's voice.