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"Lie love, why are you lying." I went on to say that the voice was like that of a Spanish woman, and I didn't know how I had this talent, and I felt a chill at the sound I made.

"Who are you, don't pretend to be a fool," he said in standard Spanish.

"Why are you lying," I said.

"I didn't, I didn't," Saai grew more and more afraid that his expression was about to collapse.

"I really don't," he choked up pleadingly.

"If you tell me the truth, let me die blindly" I didn't soften my heart because of this, and then I thought about it carefully, if love is innocent, we are not very immoral.

But he couldn't stand the intimidation, and he immediately recognized everything. The truth of the matter is exactly the same as I thought, the Spanish woman was indeed killed by Kuda, and this is also the reason why Saai and Kuda fought, Saai didn't want to see his good friend become a devil like this. But Kuda thinks he's talking nonsense.

But on a dark and windy night, Sa'ai saw all this.

We succeeded, and Shiratori rolled over to his feet, sat up, and ran to my side in a bend. His face was filled with the joy of success. Like a soldier who fought a victorious battle.

"It worked," Shiratori said with a smile.

"Don't talk loudly," I said.

I dimly saw that the old black was still moving around the grave. I picked up the bark and threw it over, and he stopped moving.

"Don't pretend, we made it," I whispered.

"Who are you talking to?" Shiratori asked me.

"Who else but Black," I said.

"Old black is behind you," Shiratori said, pointing behind my back.

"Don't scare me, I'm so big, I'm the only one who scares others, no one can scare me," I said.

Behind "What are you talking about" is the voice of the old black. It really startled me, and I turned my head to see the old black teeth floating in the air, which was the reason why he was too dark to see anywhere else.

"Holy, when are you behind me," I said.

"I came to you with Shiratori"

I glanced at Shiratori, and he nodded, and I was looking forward to the grave that was moving.

It moved again, and I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating or anything.

"That... What is that?" I said, pointing to the grave behind Shiratori.

"Don't scare me Brother Hero"

"Didn't scare you," I said.

Shiratori could see my frightened expression at all. "You and Lao Hei are really similar, but I'm not a little Japan," he said with a smile. "Really" I was already trembling with fear, and the dirt on the grave behind Shiratori was still moving, like something was about to crawl out of the ground.

Shiratori, in order to prove his bravery and disbelief in us, turned his head, looked at the grave, and said proudly and bravely, "What is that?" and his gaze did not move to the grave at all.

"Let you see more clearly, our brave Mr. Shiratori," said the old man, twisting Shiratori's head in the direction of the grave.

Shiratori shrank down and said, "What's there to be afraid of, you have to know, there is an animal called a shell, which hides in the dung, and then gets up from the ground," Shiratori said.

"Shell Lang? You go and see, I don't believe it" Several of us were in a tugging heart, and everyone dared to be sure what this was, but Shiratori said a big thing just now, and he had to pay this price.

He prostrated close to the grave that sat on the dirt that moved.

Suddenly, a hand reached out of the dirt.

"Oh my God," the old black shouted, and we finally saw that it was indeed a hand sticking out of the grave, a human hand.

The white bird was frightened and ran upside down.

"There are ghosts," Shiratori shouted, running towards the crowd with light.

"Impossible, the dead are resurrected, impossible" The old black dragged him tightly in his hand and sat on the ground in a panic. Our shouting woke everyone up, no one knew what was going on, and the Germans ran to the old black and asked him what was going on.

"Raise the dead," said the old black.

I came back to my senses and found Sa'ai standing in front of me, and he was angry, and he knew we were scaring him.

"Ghosts? You're ghosts."

"It's really a ghost," Shiratori explained. Little Japan, who was trapped by us, was very unconvinced, but he said that we pretended to be a ghost to scare him, and no one listened to him, so he squatted back in the corner.

"You're sober, where the hell is, take us to see," the German said to Shiratori.

A large group of us slowly approached the grave with the Germans in their hands, and the Germans were much brighter than before.

As we approached, we didn't see anything, not a single person crawling out of the grave, not even a single grasshopper, and there was a dead silence all around.

The Germans trampled on the dirt on the grave with their feet, and the dirt was intact, not like it had been moved. "No way, how could it be, where did we go, we saw it," Shiratori said, turning over the grass beside the grave.

"No way, I really saw it," the old black scratched the back of his head, indicating that it was all incredible.

"Guys, you're never allowed to mess around like this in the future." The Germans said to us.

As long as you don't see it clearly, no one will believe that there is really a person crawling out of the grave. They all thought we were lying, and the Germans went back to their original positions with torches, and he told us again and again not to do that. It's late at night, and no one cares about such a boring thing anymore.

I and the White Bird, Old Black, were wandering there, and we were going to prove that we weren't lying. "I saw it," Shiratori said. "And I saw one sticking out of the ground," said the old black. I was silent and no longer spoke, preferring to believe that it was all our hallucination.

But the man in the grave never reappeared again until after dawn.