"Why are you an elm head, the bodies of his great-ancestors have been removed, what does it matter if we go here." Uncle Zhao explained.

When I looked back, I didn't argue with Uncle Zhao, and the rural roads at night were quite dark. In addition, there is stagnant water in the ground, walking up a foot high, stepping on a foot of wet water from time to time, because of the rain during the day, the air at night is cold, and the inexplicable yin wind blows people can't help but shiver.

There was a commotion in the grass from time to time, perhaps a weasel or a rat at work, and with a frizzy mood we came to the village cemetery. When I came here during the day, I didn't feel it, but when I arrived here at night, I looked at the tombstones in front of me, and there were piles of tomb soil turned out everywhere, and the scene was quite infiltrating.

"Why, I'm scared." Uncle Zhao asked in a low voice.

"No... Not.. No. The tone of my voice betrayed me, and although I was not afraid, my heart was beating violently.

After the dark clouds dispersed, the moon showed its face, and the ruined cemetery under the moonlight was in full view, and we carefully bypassed one grave pit after another, and after some careful searching, Uncle Zhao stopped in front of a dug grave.

"Uncle Zhao has so many graves, how do you know that they are here." I asked curiously.

Uncle Zhao picked up something on the ground and handed it to me, "Oh, this is it." ”

As soon as I saw that it was a half-smoked cigar, it seemed that Uncle Zhao was preparing for this operation at night during the day, and Uncle Zhao's carefulness made me admire.

I looked down into the grave, and there was some water at the bottom of the grave, but the location of the golden well was still visible. Looking at the golden well in the grave, I asked curiously, "Uncle Zhao, then shall we dig down the golden well?" ”

Uncle Zhao said, "Don't worry, you go to the woods over there to find a long straight stick." ”

Very reluctantly, I dragged my steps and walked slowly towards the far part of the cemetery. Walking alone in this cemetery, my heart panicked, the wind blew my hair on end, and the crooked tombstones in the cemetery made me mistakenly think that someone was standing in the cemetery from time to time. As I walked, I felt someone following me, but when I looked back, there was still a cemetery behind me.

In the grove outside the cemetery, I found a wooden stick nearly two meters long, and hurried back along the route I had come. When I went back, I didn't know if I was panicked and hallucinated, or for other reasons, I vaguely felt that there was an underground crawl out of the empty tomb nearby. I was so scared that I almost ran in the direction of Uncle Zhao, and I didn't know what I stepped on.

Just when I was about to arrive at the empty tomb, I saw from a distance, Uncle Zhao's figure had disappeared for some time, and I was so frightened that my heart was about to beat out of my mouth.

This Uncle Zhao was obviously here just now, so he won't joke with me in the middle of the night. Besides, Uncle Zhao is not a joker, this bleak cemetery looks even more ghostly in the moonlight, and the leaves and plants are moving, but I can't help but feel a chill around me.

When I came back just now, I vaguely saw something crawling out of the grave, and there seemed to be something wandering in the cemetery. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and the hand holding the wooden stick began to tremble slightly, "No, I'll go back alone, maybe Uncle Zhao will go back." I muttered to myself.

Just as I was panicking, suddenly a dark figure stood up in the grave next to me, and I sat down on the ground in fright. The heart instantly beat violently to the mouth, and the trembling body was almost urinated on the crotch of his pants.

"The pole has been found." A familiar voice came to my ears.

It turned out to be Uncle Zhao, people can really scare people to death, "Zhao.. Uncle Zhao, why did you run into the grave? ”

"If I don't clean up the water in the grave first, it will be too much work to dig it up." Uncle Zhao said in a low voice.

I stood up and said "oh", then handed the wooden pole to Uncle Zhao, "Oh!" ”

"Why are your hands shaking like this, what's wrong with what scared you?" Uncle Zhao asked curiously.

I almost said, "It's not because of you, you go into the grave in a good way, and you don't say hello when you come out, everyone can be scared to death by you." But when the words came to my mouth, I still didn't say it, and I said hesitantly, "Uncle Zhao, I just went to look for a wooden pole, why did I vaguely see something crawling out of the grave, and I always feel that there are more than two of us in this cemetery." ”

Uncle Zhao lit a cigar, took a deep breath, and then unhurriedly inserted the wooden pole into the golden well, and explained to me, "I said earlier, you are the material for this business, and you can see things that others can't see, which means that you are talented." Once you open the eyes of yin and yang, you can see all kinds of creatures in the world during the day, and you can see the true body of all things in the underworld at night. ”

When I heard this, I shook my head again and again, and said in my mouth, "I don't want any yin and yang eyes, in case I have these eyes, I go to bed at night, and when I wake up and see the ghosts wandering in the house, won't this scare people to death." The thought of this made my head shake even harder.

"Excuse me, Yang people do yang things, don't alarm you, it's better to go your own way of yin and yang." Uncle Zhao was busy with his work, and he was chattering about it in pieces.

"Uncle Zhao, who are you talking to, are you talking to me?" I asked curiously at Uncle Zhao at the bottom of the grave.

"It's not just you and me here, they're everywhere, huh! Behind you, on the fallen tombstone, isn't there an old woman with a sixtieth birthday? Uncle Zhao said in a low voice.

Hearing Uncle Zhao say this, my hairs immediately stood up, "It's not a joke." I turned to look behind me, but behind me there was a tombstone lying on the ground, but there was no old man in the armor on the tombstone, and the surroundings were as quiet as death, and all that could be seen not far away was a few flickering ghost fires.

"Uncle Zhao, don't scare me, this big night, in this kind of place, this joke can't be made." I said to Uncle Zhao tremblingly.

"What you don't see, doesn't mean you don't, digging graves and falling monuments during the day, the ghosts in the tomb are homeless, where can they go if they don't wander here at night." Uncle Zhao explained.

The more I think about Uncle Zhao's words, the more scared I become, according to this, in our daily life, it is likely that ghosts are companions. On the no-man's road at night, in the houses where we live, ghosts may be everywhere, but we can't see them with our mortal eyes. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder, and quickly jumped out of the grave, pretending to help Uncle Zhao, but I was actually afraid that there was really a ghost of an old man with a sixtieth birthday on the tombstone behind me.

Uncle Zhao inserted the wooden pole into the golden well as a marker, then took out the sapper shovel and dug down the perimeter of the wooden pole. Looking at him, he only cared about the work around him, and didn't care about the surrounding environment at all, but I glanced around from time to time, for fear that some unjust ghost would appear in the cemetery.

Looking at Uncle Zhao's calm appearance, I really didn't know if what Uncle Zhao just said was true or not, so I asked tentatively, "Uncle Zhao, is the old woman you said still there?" ”

"Yes, just crouch on the grave and watch us dig in the dirt." Uncle Zhao said in a low voice.

"What? I was so frightened that I threw away my shovel and looked tremblingly over the grave, where there was nothing but the earth we had turned out.

"Bang!" "Bang bang!" The pounding of my heart rang clearly in my ears, and the thought of the many ghosts and ghosts around me made me really unable to calm down and get busy with the things at hand.

Uncle Zhao may have seen my concerns and hurriedly explained, "What are you afraid of, after death, the soul will inevitably leave the body, generally speaking, ghosts will not take the initiative to hurt people, unless some evil ghosts with heavy grievances and need yang energy to fill them, they will hurt people's lives." This is the village cemetery, most of them are people who died normally, and the feng shui here is not a fierce place, and there will be no evil ghosts. ”

I thought about it, too, if people become evil ghosts after death, then the world will not be chaotic, and the panic at this point has subsided slightly.