Ding Mo reached out to get the money from the tomb bricks, but his fingers hung in the air and he never had the courage to pick it up.

Later, I decided not to, such a strange thing, this coin is a reference to verify its existence, I really don't know what it would be like to stuff this coin back in my pocket.

Seeing that he didn't want it, Wang Shan didn't dare to ask for it, and no matter how short of money she was, she didn't dare to think about it.

"This is the legendary ghost hitting the wall."

Wang Shan folded her arms and looked around, always feeling that there were a pair of eyes staring at us somewhere. With it staring at you, it's no wonder that even weird things happen.

"I don't know," Ding Mo shook his head in resistant, and said: "There are many folk legends such as ghosts hitting walls and ghosts going down obstacles, I never believed in them before, but how to explain what is now in front of us?" ”

"It's so bizarre, how did you come back again?"

Wen Jin still couldn't believe that this was true, and looked back frequently: "Is this really your money?" Why don't we go back and see? See if the money in the back is still there? ”

"If the coin that Ding Mo put is still behind it, then who put this coin? Don't fool yourself, Nishiki. Wang Shan said with a smirk at Wen Jin.

"What do you say you should do? If you don't go back, do you keep going? If we go on like this, we can pick up a sack of red tickets, which is even faster than the printing house. ”

Later, I thought that what Wen Jin said was right. They are now in a very passive position, and they can only go back except to move forward. Poor graveyard is dirty, otherwise they would have been able to wade up and doze off for a while if there was a big bed.

"If we go on like this, we will be tired to death, and it is impossible to get out, we have been standing still, and it is a complete cycle of death. I don't know what I can change by going back, but I can only go back and see. ”

Ding Mo said and ran back to them.

Originally, when encountering this supernatural phenomenon, no one was in the mood to toss anymore. Because it's clearly an evil spirit, what other fancy can you churn out?

But there is a saying that if you don't see a coffin, you won't cry. Until the last minute, no one wants to just sit and wait for death and do nothing.

Wang Shan's knee hurt when she walked, and she was rubbing her calf while crying bitterly in her heart. Wen Jin and Ding Mo urged behind:

"Dashan, are you leaving? I'm going to step on the roots of your feet. ”

The tomb road is very narrow, and only one person can walk in turn, Wang Shan was originally following behind the two people, but when she turned around and ran back, it became her to take the lead.

In this wet and dirty cemetery, the already aggrieved inner fire was burning, and at this time, being urged by the two of them behind their buttocks, they were even more irritable.

Wang Shan looked back at Wen Jin angrily, and said, "You have to take a breath first when you hang yourself, are you in a hurry to make a fart?" It's like rushing to a temple fair, and I don't want to think about the place we just walked through, except for a broken stone gate and some quicksand mechanism, what else can there be? ”

Seeing that Wang Shan innocently complained, Ding Mo behind Wen Jin dimmed the miner's lamp and explained to her: "No! We go back to understand this cyclical phenomenon in many ways. Only when the various manifestations of its phenomena are grasped in many ways can it be possible to adopt appropriate and constructive solutions. Even if this is a futile exercise, we can only ...... without any selective objective conditions."

"Lines, Lines, Lines......"

Wang Shan saw that Ding Mo said a lot of words that he didn't understand, so he hurriedly interrupted his big talk and pressed his hand on him: "Sensei, don't you mean that we have nowhere to go except to go back?" You literate people always have to express a simple meaning into an academic paper that multiplies logic and philosophy. At all, the subject of the elaboration is actually an illiterate old and coarse ....... ”

Wang Shan turned around and continued to hurry, but Wen Jin was suspected of being a traitor with the enemy behind her, tugging at her braid and saying, "Dashan, where are you illiterate and coarse?" Can illiterate people be admitted to a school, or a school in the capital. If you are illiterate, a person like me who wants to go to a junior college will not become mentally retarded? You're not coarse, what's rough? On arms and legs? Do we have a comparison...... ”

Wen Jin tugged at Wang Shan's braid to compare the thickness of her arms with her.

Wang Shan is indeed not her opponent in this regard. But where is the leisure time in such a place to say this? Originally, it was just nonsense, why was she serious?

Still tugging at her braids. Wang Shan's hair was pulled by her and hurt, so she wrapped her arms around the back of her neck angrily, hurriedly pushed her away, turned her head and said, "Don't make trouble!" Who would dare to compare with a rough man like you? Shame on yourself! ”

Wang Shan turned her head and patted Wen Jin's hand as she spoke, but at this time, before Wen Jin could say anything, they saw a pair of red and bright eyes poking out of Ding Mo's shoulder.......

Because Ding Mo had dimmed the light of the miner's lamp just now, when Wang Shan turned around again, he saw these blood-red eyes.

It seemed that something was crawling out from behind Ding Mo, but Ding Mo didn't realize it.

Wang Shan hurriedly blinked at the dark place, thinking that she was dazzled. But when she looked at it again, she saw that these eyes were staring at her, slowly retracting the ...... behind Ding Mo's neck.

At this moment, Wang Shan could not doubt his eyes. In this narrow graveyard, is there anyone else playing pranks in this place except the three of us?

The facts told her that it was not a pair of eyes that were within the scope of her own cognition, and if she really wanted to admit it, she could only find two words in her mind - haunted.

Seeing Wang Shan's eyes wide with her breath, Wen Jin and Ding Mo also noticed something unusual, and asked tightly, "Da Shan, what are you looking at?" ”

Wen Jin also glanced back, but Ding Mo's face was full of confusion, and he pushed the frame of his glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked, "I have ...... on my body, what's wrong?" ”

The air froze in an instant, without the slightest wind, and a suffocating feeling of suffocation was born......

The wet tomb road, the black pressed tomb bricks, and the cold air, Wang Shan felt creepy, her body couldn't stop shivering, and a cold current rushed from her heels to her whole body, making people shudder.

She wanted to cry out, but she found that her mouth was shaking, and her throat seemed to be stuffed with a stone, unable to swallow or spit out, stuck in her voice, blocking all ways of expressing it.

With her frightened eyes open, Wang Shan slowly raised her trembling fingers, breathing hastily and her chest swelling with pain.

Ding Mo didn't realize it, seeing Wang Shan's expression, his brows furrowed, he looked down at himself, and then focused on Wen Jin, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?" Is there something wrong? ”