I went out of the house, Fang touched Jin and rubbed his hands, and came over. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 I saw that he was ragged and thin, so I asked, "How did you get like this? and how did you find here?" Fang touched Jin and dragged me out of the courtyard gate, looking frightened. "Master Zhang, let's talk outside, you are very evil in this courtyard. So we walked along the stone road up the north hill.

Fang Mojin told me that after everyone broke up in Yuci, the four of them went to Taiyuan and wanted to sell the other tomb beasts, but their experience was similar to mine, and no one dared to accept them. Someone instructed him to go to Wutai Mountain and ask someone to do a ritual, maybe someone dared to ask for it. They had just set off in a long-distance bus, and before they had gone far, they had a car accident, and they were sitting in front with their bald heads, and the car crashed into a big tree, and a big tree fork was strung with a bald head, and they hung up on the spot. Another brother broke his leg, and they had to return to Taiyuan and go to the hospital. On the night of the hospital, Fang Mojin went to buy dinner and asked another brother to accompany the broken leg in the hospital. When he returned to the hospital, there was a circle of people downstairs in the inpatient department, and they squeezed over to see that the brother who was taking care of him jumped from the sixth floor and fell to pieces, along with the tomb beasts. Fang Mojin had no choice but to be busy with the suicide again, the Public Security Bureau and the hospital ran at both ends.

The next day, a call came from the hospital, and the brother with the broken leg was a very special blood type, and the hospital did not have enough matching blood, and he died on the operating table. When Fang Mojin was packing up his relics, he found a note left by his brother with a broken leg, which said that it was useless to drop the tomb beasts, and to avoid this evil spirit, the only way to avoid this evil spirit was to find a few other tomb beasts and bury them back. After dealing with the afterlife, Fang Mojin went straight to Beijing, but did not find me, and then ran back to Jinnan and arrived at Dahuaishu Village overnight.

After listening to Fang Touching Jin's babbling narration, my legs were so weak that I couldn't feel anything. Three of them died in three days of hard work, so didn't Fang Mojin and I line up? But how did Fang Mojin find my address in Beijing? And who told him that I had come to Jinnan? The key point is that I came to Dahuaishu Village for the first time, so how did Fang Mojin find it? I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked him, "Old Fang, who told you that I went back to Shanxi?" But when I looked up, there was still the shadow of Fang Mojin, and on the empty North Mountain, I was the only one on the slope of the empty North Mountain, accompanied by the Huaiying grave that could not be seen.

I stood on the halfway slope of the North Mountain, not knowing where I came from or where I was going. Suddenly, a woman's complaining cry came slowly, sometimes sharp, sometimes soothing, and my thousands of cold hairs lingered and swayed with the cry. Suddenly, I felt the jade pendant in my pocket also began to vibrate, and suddenly, the scenery disappeared, and when I opened my eyes, I still saw the small lamp gray wall of the east room, and the creaking wire bed. Everything is like a dream, and the only thing that seems real is the jade pendant that is still shaking in his hand. No, there is another real thing, the woman's cry, just outside the window.

At that moment I had a splitting headache, and I couldn't figure out if it was me dreaming or if it was dreaming of me. My instinct made me block my ears and resist the cry, but the moment I sat up from the tightrope bed, all around me, the wall, the bed, the table, chair and bench asked in three directions, and quickly retreated. I was again in the wilderness, and there was no end to the darkness. I couldn't feel my legs moving at all, but I felt my feet cold, no shoes, one moment on the stone road, one moment in the grass, the other in the slopes of the farmland, and so on, towards the deep darkness, towards the distant cry. When I looked back, the small lights in the village were slowly blending into the stars in the sky, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

I don't know how far I walked, I was completely wrapped in darkness, there was no way under my feet, I was constantly mixed with rocks, I bent down, the invisible force behind me was weakening, I held on to the ground, taking a breath, but my hands groped in the dark, let me know that I should be on the mass grave in Beishan, the ground is up and down are large and small graves.

In the darkness in the distance, there was a faint light, equally dark green, flickering and dimming. I sat down and held the jade pendant in the palm of my hand, and it began to get cold again. The green light is approaching, but it is not a lantern or a flashlight, but it is like a stage, with different rays of light projected, but I don't know where the light source is. My legs were no longer my own, numb and heavy, and I could only sit and wait for the light to come to me.

The first thing that catches your eye is two locust trees with only branches and no leaves, but there are countless locust flowers hanging on the trees, and the shade wind blows, and the petals fall like snow. They supported each other, twisted the trunks, and moved forward. It seems that like me, there is a powerful force pushing it. When the two trees were dozens of paces away from me, the bodies of the trees had turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and the two objects that had been hidden by the thick trunks were revealed.

The hanged ghost is probably a stereotyped image in everyone's heart. But when I actually saw it, I realized that it was completely different from what we imagined. There was a woman hanging from each of the two trees, not squinting her eyes and sticking out her tongue, but as if she was suspended in mid-air, with her eyes closed and her expression sad. The hemp rope around the neck was not deeply rooted in the neck, but hung gently like a neck ring. Both women wore dark red silk cotton robes, embroidered with gold and silver silk covered with flowers, birds, grasses, and insects, and if not pale, they did not look like the deceased. They still moved towards me with the two dead trees, twenty steps, ten steps, five steps, and behind them, there were faint shadows of bushes of trees, winding away, and on each dead tree, there seemed to be a woman in red hanging from it. I tried to turn and run away, but my legs were stiff and I couldn't stand, and I could only watch their faces become clearer and clearer. Only three steps away, the hanged woman opened her eyes at the same time, there were no pupils, only two deep black bottomless holes, and the long hair also stood up in an instant, curling like countless tentacles, opening out in all directions.

I want to close my eyes, but my eyelids are out of my control at the moment. The woman had moved above my head, and her body had changed from vertical to flat, and I did not dare to look up, but her long hair hung down, and on both sides of my ears, a familiar fishy smell poured from top to bottom. I could feel the other woman turning behind me, cold hands on my shoulders.

At this point, all I wanted was to hope it was a nightmare, and I woke up right away, biting my lip, it hurt. The woman was face to face with me, and opened her mouth to let out a burst of laughter, hoarse as metal across glass, and at the same time, a mass of flesh-colored green mucus licked my cheek and twitched up and down. I tried to make myself sit cross-legged on the ground, closed my eyes, put my hands together, and settled my mind with the reason that I had left, and kept chanting "Nan Wu Amitabha" and "Great Compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva" in my mouth, and I didn't dare to open my eyes anymore, only to feel that the jade pendant in my palm was getting colder and colder, and finally "snapped" and broke into several pieces.

I don't know how long I sat there, the surroundings were already silent, and when I opened my eyes, I was sitting on the wire bed in the east room, soaked in cold sweat, and a ray of moonlight shot into the small window and hit my body. The palm of his hand hurt a little, and when he opened his hand, it was a jade pendant that had been broken into several sections. I got up and wanted to go next door to wake up Lichan, I couldn't figure out which of the night's experiences were real, which were dreams, and which were my imagination, I just wanted to talk to someone.

When I came to the window of the West House, I knocked on the glass twice, but no one answered. I leaned against the window and looked in. Li Chan, my eldest cousin was chatting with the woman in red I saw in my dream on the kang, and the woman in red was pouring out a black cockroach-like insect from her wide sleeve tube with her hands behind her back, spreading on the kang. I hurriedly banged on the window, the lights in the main room were on, it was Li Chan who came out, except for the haggard her and the eldest cousin, there was nothing in the house.

After a few days at the second cousin's house, there was nothing strange about it, during which I also saw her priest and uncle, who was aware of the world, and gave me a black leather Bible. Li Chan saw that I didn't have much to play, and after staying for a few days, we rushed back to Beijing. I'm in a hurry to go back, because I think that although the trip to Jinnan is full of strange things, I have finally figured it out, and I have to solve many things immediately.