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The breeze blows, and the pines and cypresses whine, like the wailing and whimpering of these people who sleep forever underground, as if telling the injustice of life and the injustice of fate.

But all this injustice means nothing to a dead man buried in the ground and long since melted into the earth, but what about the living?

The shriveled old man with a rubber rod is like this at the moment, he hates himself for doing nothing all his life, hates himself for only waiting for death with a salary of 3,000 yuan, and regrets why he didn't work hard when he was young, but all this is too late for a person in his sixtieth year.

So the complaint eventually turned into resentment, and when Zhang Yi appeared in his territory without telling him, his anger finally turned into a roar of angry dantian.

"I said you, don't pretend to be garlic for me, where did you come from, what are you doing here, tell me honestly, otherwise I will send you to the bureau squatting room" The old man waved the rubber rod in his hand and strode towards Zhang Yi viciously.

People who spend their days in the company of the dead naturally think that they are the most courageous people in the world, so their eyes are generally long on the top of their heads, and they are blind to all people and things.

Zhang Yi looked around, the wall was not very high, as long as he easily disappeared from the old man's sight in a moment with his flexible speed, but he was not ready to run, he wanted to ask, why there was a hole in this place, why there were four divine beasts guarding it, and why there was a statue inside.

He was very angry when he saw that Zhang Yi ignored him, and he quickened his pace to Zhang Yi, but then his eyes fell on the torn iron cover on the ground and the cave that was bubbling with faint white gas.

After looking at him for a long time, he seemed to have suddenly woken up from a dream, turned around and glared at Zhang Yi, and shouted loudly: "You are dead" and turned around and ran.

It seems that everything is really as Zhang Yi guessed, this old man should know something, since this is the case, how can he let him run away.

Catch up and stop him.

Zhang Yi had this idea in his heart, and then he raised his feet and felt as light as a swallow, and the scene next to him suddenly blurred and then suddenly became clear, and when it was clear, Zhang Yi was already standing in front of the old man more than 100 meters away.

Teleportation, this is a bit like Ling Bo Weibu in the martial arts TV series, Zhang Yi looked at his hands and limbs in surprise, and then looked at the confused old man and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

The old man deserves to be a long-term caretaker of the cemetery, and he is much more courageous than ordinary people, and when he saw Zhang Yi overtaking him at a non-human speed, he did not faint immediately in fright, but started a business with Zhang Yi in a hurry.

"This old brother, which one is your grave, don't scare the old man so much, I'm old, once I am scared to death, there will be no one to take care of these cemeteries in the future, and you will become a lonely ghost in a mass grave" The shriveled old man frowned, his two hands hung very unnaturally on the sides of his legs, the rubber rod in his hand had already been discarded, he raised his finger and pointed to the barren part of the cemetery and said with a wry smile: "Look at it, brother, it is because of that demon that such a good cemetery is deserted, No one will ever buy the cemetery of this place in the future, so the developer has lost a lot of money, there is not much money to hire someone to take care of it, only me, I like to live alone, escape from the city, so I came to take care of you, I am gone, you don't have such good friends, no, it should be completely no friends! ”

Zhang Yi smiled, they didn't directly respond to the fact that this old man himself was not a ghost, but said with a plan: "Oh, what happened there, why didn't anyone buy the cemetery in the back, I saw that it was very strange there, there were four divine beasts guarding it, and there was a cold cave." ”

The old man couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard Zhang Yi's words, he bent down and took off his shoes and put them on top of his head, looked around Zhang Yi and asked nervously: "Aren't you the main household in this cemetery, or you are not a ghost at all, otherwise why don't you even know about this matter, you must know that all the ghosts in this cemetery should know about this matter." ”

Zhang Yi saw that the old man looked very funny with a pair of torn sneakers on his head, and he almost laughed, but he couldn't, once he laughed, he lost his majesty, and it would not be so convenient to negotiate with the old man at that time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi held back a strong smile and said in a lengthened tone: "Of course I'm a ghost, but I'm not a ghost in your cemetery, we are a lonely ghost in the pile of debris on the side, I've been dead for thousands of years, I don't know what the reason is, so I want to know, can you tell me?"

Looking at Zhang Yi's gloomy face and a knife similar to a bone in his hand, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat suddenly, his courage is not small, someone taught him before he came to see the cemetery, if he can't tell whether he is a person or a ghost, he only needs to put one of his shoes on his head to see the original appearance of the other party, if it is a ghost, it will show his true appearance, but after he looked at Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi has not changed much, but when Zhang Yi said that it was a lonely ghost, he looked at Zhang Yi again and found that his face was pale and a little ghostly, In my heart, I decided that it was a ghost.

I once heard a Taoist chief with white hair say that ghosts with a master are not hurtful, because they generally die normally and will enter reincarnation after death, but there is no master, especially the unknown lonely ghosts who die are very difficult to mess with, and some of those who commit suicide will even find a living person as a stand-in to get a second chance of rebirth, so the old man thinks that today's trouble is not small, and he must be careful to deal with it, otherwise he has no money to buy a coffin now, and he will definitely be thrown into the wilderness after death.

"Uncle Yin Ling, don't hurt me, I haven't earned the coffin book yet, I can't die yet, otherwise my body will be discarded in a mass grave after I die, you say, I will tell you what you want to know."

Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction, he turned around and pointed to the entrance of the cave, and then pointed to the four divine beasts in the four directions of the southeast, south, and northwest and asked, "Don't worry, as long as you make this matter clear seriously, not only will I not hurt you, but I will also give you a certain fee." With that, Zhang Yi took out a wad of red RMB from his pocket purse, pulled up the old hand and slapped it on his palm.

When the psychology has already decided that Zhang Yi is a ghost, all consciousness is formed, and the old man can even feel that Zhang Yi touches his hand like frozen meat in the refrigerator, and he takes the money, but he understands in his heart that he has watched countless ghost movies, heard countless ghost stories, and knows that the money given by the ghost is just a trick, and it will not take long to turn into a pile of ashes.

But the old man couldn't show it, he felt that he had to be very happy not only so, so he stuffed the pile of red coins into his pocket and smiled at Zhang Yi: "Thank you Uncle Yin Ling for the reward, come here with me." ”

After that, the old man walked in front first, walking through the neat and orderly graves to the depths of the cemetery, and Zhang Yi followed silently.

When the old man walked to the last row of the cemetery, he stopped, he looked at the sky, looked at the cemetery in front of him, bowed and said, "I'm sorry, what about you," after speaking, he straightened up and said to Zhang Yi: "It's this cemetery, and all the reasons have to start from this cemetery." ”

Following the guidance of the old man, Zhang Yi looked at the tombstone in front of the cemetery, the tomb was new, the tombstone was also new, and the photos on the tombstone were also very new, and the characters inside could be seen clearly.

When Zhang Yi saw the photo on the tombstone, he couldn't help but stagger, how could the person in this photo be so familiar, how could it be him, could this be so coincidental.