The old policeman smiled at me and said that he had been a police officer for so long and knew a lot of things.

Actually, I don't quite understand why he told me this.

I wanted to go straight to the cemetery, but when I was passing through the village, a policeman asked me if something was going on in the village and why there were so many people on the street.

Aunt Shufen's story made me feel uneasy, and I felt that it must be because so many people had died in the cemetery, and the family in the village was making trouble in front of my house.

Squeezed in and looked, there was a bunch of people coming down from the mountain road, estimated to be forty or fifty people.

The old policeman next to me asked me what was going on, and I shook my head.

If I'm not mistaken, there is a bull and a horse at the front, and nine out of forty people at the back.

It must have been Ye Siming, I thought he would go straight from the graveyard, but I didn't expect him to come back directly.

I looked sideways at the horizon and the sun had set.

Someone asked me who was coming back, why there were so many people, who looked like a team.

Someone saw that something was wrong and started to go home, and a sharp-eyed policeman gasped and said, this can't be the people in the cemetery you said, right?.

In broad daylight, he said this to the bones.

As far as the eye can see, the image of the person rolling in mud is the general who survived on the battlefield, in the blue sky and daylight, this is the rhythm of the collective corpse?

Some people are fine, but the crowd around us scattered at once, it was those who were wearing ragged shrouds and even half of their leg bones leaking out, and people who knew each other howled directly Grandpa, but he himself was a person who was fast-moving into the dirt, where could he still see his grandfather.

The ancestor in the ancestral grave is out of the grave!?

In front of me, the scene can be seen clearly, the team of less than 50 people is indeed stunned to walk out of the yin and yang, from the yin to the yang domineering, that one cow and one horse, left and right.

Seven black dogs were sandwiched in the middle, stepping on the position of the Big Dipper, and behind them were the ranks of the seven sevens, presenting forty-nine people, but the most shocking thing was that the forty-nine people were in the middle.

A coffin dotted with dark green, a black shadow on the coffin, obviously bumping, but under the feet stood a man with an indifferent face.

The coffins below were the ancestors who had been buried in the cemetery for an unknown amount of time, wearing ragged shrouds, and they had completely become skeletons.

Except for Uncle Zhou and the people who went with us just now, the rest were all deceased people with their eyes closed.

It's such a big show, I can't help but think in my heart, Ye Siming didn't know what to use, and he actually invited all the ancestors buried in the soil out.

The old policeman next to me saw that the situation was wrong, and asked me with a white face who those people were wearing shrouds.

A young policeman in the back shuddered and said, "Needless to say, dead man, this village is so evil, haunted in broad daylight?" ”

Those people seemed to come from Jiuyou, and after arriving at my door, the seven ancestors carried the coffin to the courtyard, and after putting it away, they watched the ghostly Ye Siming get down from the coffin, and his eyes looked at me fixedly.

The people who were still watching the excitement around began to make a fuss, because many people found their immortals in the crowd that came over, and these corpses crawled out of the coffin to deliver the coffin.

Someone made trouble with me, and I can't argue now, saying that I don't know, and that our plan was to use a living person to carry the coffin.