The faint light of the phone shrouded a cracked tombstone stuck diagonally in the dirt, a crack that seemed to have been there for many years, and even a thick layer of moss had grown inside.

Looking at this situation, my head suddenly buzzed.

Now, in the middle of the mountain in the middle of the night when the evil wind is blowing, there is a cracked tombstone diagonally stuck in front of an old dead tree wielding ghost claws......

After the one-armed old man finished talking about the altar, my mind was completely a happy treasure hunting scene, and I thought that it was nothing more than digging and digging out a few jars.

Who thought he wanted me to dig a grave......

Suddenly, I felt that the night breeze around me seemed to be a little colder, and I quickly took a few steps back.

I looked far away, and there was no such bulging bun with people buried in the land around the cracked tombstone.

Looking more closely at the stele, I vaguely noticed that there seemed to be words engraved on the tombstone.

I held my mobile phone from a distance, my neck stretched like a goose and wanted to see it clearly, but under my feet I was extremely honest, and I didn't dare to go forward even a step.

The tombstone was covered with moss very tightly, but there were still some cracks, I looked carefully for a long time, and finally saw a "flower" word on the surface of the monument that was only half exposed.

Flower?

Isn't my grandmother's surname Hua, could it be that this is my grandmother's tombstone?!

After thinking about it, I immediately wanted to slap myself, the ancestral tomb of my old Wu family is obviously in the eastern suburbs of the village, how could I encounter my grandmother's tombstone on this way to the south.

I shook my head vigorously and let go of the jumbled thoughts.

But what is certain is that I made up my mind to come to those altars this time, and I must not be deterred because of a monument, which is sorry for my solid ambition at that time.

Thinking about it, I coughed twice to strengthen myself, and leaned over with small steps.

"It's weird, it's weird... I'm just here to visit... No matter which old man the parent sleeps here... Don't be mad at me..."

With a self-soothing mutter, I went to the tombstone.

The moss on the tombstone can be as thick as the palm of a hand, and except for the word "flower", the rest of the words are covered with thick moss, and there is no trace of it.

Looking at the position of the word "flower" on the tombstone, it is not difficult to infer that this should be the first word on the tombstone.

The Tomb of the Sea of Flowers?

I shook my head vigorously again, thinking what to do.

But that's how the human imagination works, and I'm scared and curious at this time, and I can only think of the first four-word word.

If it's second in line, it's the flower show, and I stupidly laughed at the thought of it.

Just when he was laughing at himself, the flat land in front of the tombstone actually arched up gently!

This arch was extremely clear, and I was completely in my eyes from beginning to end, and a picture of rotting zombies struggling to crawl out of the dirt suddenly appeared in my mind!

As soon as my feet were soft, I fell to the ground with my ass!

But the soil stopped moving after arching, and what struck me even more was that in a small crack in the ground I seemed to see a black mud cover.

The lid is about the size of a palm, and I reacted immediately, isn't this the jar that the credit knife man said!

I was struggling how to take out those jars without digging graves, and who would have thought that this warm-hearted master would help me lift out the jars in the earth!

"Thank you, thank you! I'll leave when I'm done and I won't bother you for too long! I hurriedly folded my hands and bowed respectfully.

In this case, the next thing is much easier, I swept away the floating soil on the ground, reached out and pinched the jar and pulled it out, the jar was not buried very deeply, and it did not take much effort to bury it.

At the same time, I also recalled in my head what the old man had said before-

Although the white jar is open, you can't touch the black jar.

I took a closer look by the light of the flashlight, and the jar I pulled out was white, and although it was covered with dirt on the surface, it was obviously a white jar.

Since it was a white jar, it meant that I could open it, and thinking of this, I inserted my phone into the soil to adjust a suitable lighting position, and then began to pull the black mud on the jar with my hands.

Over the years, the mud has become very dry and brittle, I dropped a large piece with my hand, and after cleaning the mud on the jar, I saw a leather-like thing covering the mouth of the jar, and it was tightly tied by a thin hemp rope.

The fine hemp rope has become very brittle after years of washing, and it completely falls apart when you pull it.

Now all that was left between me and the jar was that old skin, but my nervous heart was about to jump out.

I don't know anything about my grandmother, but I do know a little bit about the secret art of spells.

For example, in the Yunnan-Guizhou region of our country and the Southeast Asian region outside, the so-called Gu art or head lowering has been popular for thousands of years, and it is the same today.

It is said that in such a small jar, a bunch of poisonous insects are raised and they can kill each other, and the most powerful one that survives in the end is the so-called Gu.

The role of Gu is to use it as an introduction, releasing some evil spells on people.

Unfortunately, my grandmother is a branch of the Gu Po industry, and no matter how you look at the jar in front of me, it is too suitable for those so-called Gu worms.

Of course, I have reason to suspect that as soon as this skin is removed, a disgusting Gu worm will jump on top of me and kill me.

So I pressed the skin with my right hand and with my left hand I picked up the jar and shook it vigorously by my ear.

Upon closer inspection, there was no strange sound coming from the jar.

If there is a living Gu worm inside, then I will most likely hear the sound of crawling, take 10,000 steps back and say that even if the Gu worm is dead, then I should hear the sound of it hitting the altar.

But there was no sound in the jar at this moment, so it should not be dangerous to think about it.

But I still kept an eye on it, I picked up a branch and took a few steps back, then gently picked off the layer of skin and turned my face and ran, running straight out fifty or six steps before I dared to look back.

With the help of my phone's lighting, I looked around the jar carefully, and there was nothing strange, so I mustered up the courage to lean over step by step.

When I walked to the edge of the jar and stretched out my head to take a look, every sweat pore on my body exploded in a second!

There is a snow-white snake coiled in this jar!

The white snake could be the thickness of a wrist, just coiled motionless in the jar, and faintly, I seemed to see the big white snake's body seemed to be densely covered with a small black spot.

My legs were weak, and I fell straight backwards.

Let's not talk about whether the white snake can poison me in one bite, I can't bear the little bit of fine pattern, it's so disgusting, I'm going to commit intensive phobia!

Sitting on the ground thinking nonsense, I found that there was no movement in the jar.

After being locked up for so long, this snake is dead?

I picked up the stick I had used as a crutch and smashed it so hard that I knocked the jar to the ground.

The jar overturned, and the white snake inside rolled out softly.

This time the white snake was completely exposed to the light of the mobile phone, and I saw clearly which one was a white snake, which was clearly a white hemp rope with the thickness of a wrist!

And what I mistook for black spots before.

It's actually dense words.