"Huh!?"

Turning his head suddenly, Qian Xiaodao looked at the village chief with a surprised expression: "Village chief, if I heard it correctly just now, you seem to mean that you have a teacher named Lilac here, she is dead, and she is still teaching?" ”

Hearing this, the surrounding villagers also looked around with fluttering faces, and the original joy on everyone's faces was also covered by gloom.

The village chief sighed lightly: "Lilac got sick half a year ago, and her cold and fever have not been good. Previously, we also sent her to the town, and the doctor said that she was caused by too much fatigue and hoped that she could rest and recuperate for a while. However, she always had the child in her heart, and she came back within two days. A few days ago, she fell ill in the classroom. And then...... She was in bed for two days, and before we could take her to the hospital, she was gone......"

Speaking of this, the village chief's eyes were also red.

"Lilac, she's a good girl...... I left like this at a young age......"

Qian Xiaodao was about to speak, but Tingqing still said in a very flat tone: "Since she is dead, why is she still teaching in the classroom?" ”

"Lilac is an orphan, and she doesn't know where her hometown is, so after we discussed, we buried her under the old locust tree in the mountain behind the school, and set up a monument for her. The village chief stretched out his hand and pointed to a direction behind him, "Well, it's that old locust tree, and my grandfather's generation has it." ”

"And then?" Charling asked.

"That night, the children in our village got up in the middle of the night, and they said that the teacher told everyone in a dream to let them go back to school."

"Classes in the middle of the night?"

"Hmm." The village chief nodded, "The moon was very bright that night, and I could see the road clearly without a flashlight." The child's parents were not at ease, so they took the child to school, and found Lilac standing at the podium table, waiting for the dolls. ”

"And then they started the lessons?"

"Yes, there are three classes in the school, and she teaches them all by herself, so she keeps teaching and teaches separately, and she doesn't go back until the rooster crows."

"Go back? Where to go? ”

As soon as Qian Xiaodao said this, the village chief and many villagers subconsciously looked up at the old locust tree on the hillside.

"You mean, Lilac she's back in the grave?"

The village chief nodded.

"She's always been like this?"

"Hmm."

Not only that, but the village chief, but the surrounding people also nodded.

Qian Xiaodao seemed to think of something, and asked the person next to him, "Did she say hello to you?" ”

"Yes."

"Yes, yes, yes, she smiled at me."

"I'm usually not in good health, and it's the child's father who sends the child to school, and she saw me that night and asked me how I was doing."

Cha Ling was not very familiar with this aspect, he saw Qian Xiaodao thoughtful, and immediately asked, "Xiaodao, what's going on?" ”

After listening to the villagers' answers, Qian Xiaodao sighed lightly: "When a person dies, even if there is no ghost, the human soul will naturally follow the guidance of the power of reincarnation and set foot on the Huangquan Dao. But not everything in this world is absolute, just like Lilac, she sprinkled her youth and blood in this remote mountain village, and her heart is all about these children's studies and their future. This longing turned into a strong obsession with her death, and this obsession kept her soul here. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Moreover, Lilac does not know that she is dead, and if no one tells her and stops her, she will continue like this." ”

"Is that going to be a problem?" Cha Ling asked again.

"There must be a problem, she hasn't been dead for seven days. As soon as the first seven days pass, she will begin to absorb the yin energy between heaven and earth under the traction of the old locust tree in the tomb, and once the time is long, she will turn from a soul to a ghost. Once you become a ghost, your nature is different. ”

As soon as she heard the word "ghost", Tingqing couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and asked, "Are you worried that she will eat children?" ”

"Eat? No, no, no. Qian Xiaodao shook his head, "Only Western vampires can suck blood and eat people's hearts, and Chinese ghosts are actually the same as souls, they only absorb yin energy, and occasionally absorb yang energy to neutralize and cultivate, but they don't eat people." Moreover, with the character of cloves, I am afraid that I am reluctant to hurt the child. ”

Tingqing smiled lowly: "Since that's the case, isn't that good?" In this way, the children will have a teacher who will not die, and the village chief will not have to worry about who to find to teach in the village next. ”

"That's not what I said." Qian Xiaodao didn't understand Tingqing's thinking, "After all, people and ghosts have different paths, the yin qi on the ghosts is too heavy, and the children's bodies have not yet grown, and the yin qi on the cloves will seriously affect the children's growth and physical health." ”

As soon as Qian Xiaodao said this, the surroundings suddenly became confused.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

As soon as the village chief spoke, everyone stopped.

The village chief also looked at Qian Xiaodao with a worried face: "Young man, is there any way?" ”

Qian Xiaodao twisted his neck: "Since you're here, let's help you, and help this poor girl by the way." ”

With that, Qian Xiaodao got up and walked towards Lilac's grave.

After resting in the village for a while, Qian Xiaodao went to Lilac's grave alone.

Walking from the village to the old locust tree, it looks not far, but it really takes half an hour to walk.

On the way, two little boys followed, and their footsteps were obviously much faster than Qian Xiaodao.

Halfway through, Qian Xiaodao had been chatting with the two children, and he wanted to get some information that he couldn't get from Zha Ling and Tingqing.

"Shanwazi, when did you build this school?"

"Well—years."

"How many years are you? Didn't your teachers teach you math? ”

"Stupid baby, it's been seven years!" The other boy ran behind Qian Xiaodao with a grin, then jumped onto a rock and leaned towards the position of the old locust tree.

"Seven years? Stones, how do you know so well? "This boy's nickname is Stone.

"Because I was five years old then, and now I'm twelve; Next year, I'm going to go to the town for junior high school. "The stone jumped off the big stone.

Qian Xiaodao asked again: "Have you seen Sister Tingqing before?" ”

Shan Wazi smiled and said, "I've seen it." ”

The stone hit the mountain baby again: "Where have you seen it, you are so stupid." ”

"I've seen it." As he spoke, the mountain baby folded her hands and counted the numbers, "One, two, three...... Big, big year ago, haven't you seen it once? ”

"That's listening to the rain, silly baby." Stone is a ghost, he just likes to bully the mountain baby, and the mountain baby is not angry, he has always been happy.

Qian Xiaodao was stunned for a moment, hurriedly grabbed Shishi's arm, and asked, "Shishi, what was the name of the person you just said before?" ”

"Listen to the rain."