On the miserable white tombstone, He Huan's mother smiled peacefully in the photo.

It was a face that did not look very old, like most traditional middle-aged women, it looked gentle and virtuous, a good mother and wife who ran the house.

The mother's smile was still the same, but the bones had already turned into a handful of ashes, and they could never come back.

At this time, at the bottom of the tombstone, on a small platform used to pay tribute to the dead, there was my mother's favorite pastry!

"This ......" He Huan was stunned, his mother's favorite pastries, who else in this world knows besides He Huan......? Could it be that my father has been here?

Thinking of this, He Huan suddenly laughed out loud, father, he finally remembered his mother, and was he finally willing to come to see his mother?

He Huo smiled and squatted down, but was stunned for a moment.

I saw that inside the long-weathered incense burner, there were the remains of five new incense sticks, and the wooden strips left after the incense burned out still maintained their bright red color, apparently only a few days after they were burned out.

Five incense sticks, this is a secret, a secret that only He Huan himself knows.

Normally, four incense sticks are applied to the deceased person not long ago, which is the so-called "three gods and four ghosts". It is said that the deceased relatives are ghosts for the first three years, and they are worshiped with four sticks of incense, and after three years, they are gods, and three sticks of incense are burned for memorial services.

This year is the fourth year of my mother's death, if my father comes to incense, there should be three, even if my father doesn't know this, it should be three, which is the number that ordinary people often use. However, the five incense sticks in the incense burner are obviously new this year, that is to say, it cannot be my father or anyone else, and the only possibility can only be He Harmony himself.

The reason why five incense sticks is a secret is because before the first sacrifice day after her death, her mother once gave a dream to He Huan, asking him to put five incense sticks on himself. Since then, every year on the festival day, He Hui will remember his mother's entrustment and light five incense sticks for her, so as to express his thoughts and filial piety to her.

Could it be that I lost the memory of that week in a mess, so I don't remember that I once came to incense my mother?

He was puzzled, and the feeling of headache invaded his brain again. He Hui grabbed his temples with both hands, his legs squatting on the ground trembled strongly, he couldn't support the pressure of his whole body, and his knees fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Ah...... Ah......h

His skull, the sudden pain, felt like a car had crashed over his head, his skull shattered, and his brains splattered everywhere. It was as if someone had inserted thousands of steel needles into his heavenly spirit cover, and as long as he moved slightly, he would twitch in pain, and life would be worse than death.

He Huan couldn't move anymore, his energy was almost exhausted, and he lay on the ground tiredly, unable to move.

He Huan, who was out of breath, lay on the ground for half an hour before he raised his head sweating profusely.

The moment he raised his head, he suddenly felt the temperature around him drop to freezing. This...... This is the weather at the end of June, even if the rhythm of heat in the north is not as fast as in the south, but after all, it is summer, how to say that there will be a temperature of about 30 degrees, but He can clearly see that the surrounding cypress trees have frost!

He Huan was so frightened that the cold made him hug his arm. He Hui almost didn't have to think about it to know that he had entered the ghost realm again.

He Huan glanced around, the secret path is not good, this place is deserted, some are only the graves and ashes of the dead, in this kind of place into the ghost realm, isn't there no way to live? Where does he dare to hesitate anymore, no matter whether the ghost who manipulates a qiē behind his back is his mother or not, he doesn't want to experience any more terrifying events in this isolated and helpless state.

Run!

He Huan only had this one word left in his mind, he hurriedly got up from the ground, staggered and ran two steps before realizing that the direction was wrong, he hurriedly turned around and ran in another direction.

Whoosh...... Whoosh......

He Huan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he had difficulty breathing because of the cold, but he could only run, running forward non-stop.

The air around them became more and more viscous, and a thick layer of fog gradually rose from the ground. The surrounding environment became unclear, and rows of tombstones were in the haze, like people in white clothes squatting on the ground!

He Huan's adrenaline is secreted outward, if he can't escape from this ghost realm, He Huan doesn't have to wait for the ghost to do it himself, he will be scared to death first.

But this huge cemetery, in the dense fog that you can't see your fingers, is equivalent to a huge labyrinth, and the tombstones around it are low palace walls, even if they are low, they are enough to confuse people's eyes and make him have no sense of direction.

He Huan went around and around, and he didn't know where he had gone. The fog had grown so thick that he couldn't see anything, and he was like a headless fly, stumbling around on his instincts.

"Bang!" He Huan suddenly bumped into something that was soft on the outside and the inside, and he took a few steps back with the reaction force.

"Ahh......h

"Hey, what's it called? I'm scared to death, are you bumping into a ghost?" a familiar voice came from above He Huan's head.

He Huan's body was still trembling, holding his head and not daring to raise his head.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, are you deaf or dumb!" the person who came was obviously very unhappy, if He Huan continued to be so crazy, she was going to do it.

"Strange, this voice is so familiar...... Moreover, it doesn't look like a ghost. Thinking like this, He Hui raised his head tremblingly.

"Meng Yi'er?"

"What's the harmony?"

Both of them were shocked, how could they meet in such a place, this is really, something that makes both of them feel very unlucky.

He Huan shook his head, not sure if the Meng Li'er in front of him was the real Meng Meng'er, he hurriedly looked around, the fog didn't know when it had all dispersed, and the pines and cypresses and tombstones in the cemetery were all clearly colored and clear.

"Ha ......" He Hui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Running over in a panic without looking at the road, it's like hitting a ghost. Meng Li'er frowned and said, her chest, which was hit by He Harmony, was still aching faintly.

"I didn't ...... It's okay...... "He Huan can't really tell the truth, and others won't believe it if he says it, maybe he will be sent to a mental hospital as a mental patient."

"It's okay, then I'll be busy with mine. Meng Yi'er sent a suspicious eviction order, no matter what happened to that kid, she didn't want to participate.

He Hui nodded, turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, Meng Yi'er suddenly opened her mouth and said, "Huh, where is your black backpack?"