Recalling what Mingyun said that day, "In the future, Wangjun will set up a monument to his wife, and be worshiped by incense, and the palace can restore its aura."

I hurriedly went to Uncle Zhang Qi (carpenter) in the village and made a cypress tablet.

When I got home, I engraved the three words "Mingyun".

I found an incense burner, lit three tribute incense, and put a few fruits as tribute.

People eat grains, and gods eat incense and candles.

When I saw the cigarette slowly rising, I was relieved.

Now, everyone in the village knows that I, the cataclysm, have returned.

I couldn't get out, so I had to stay at home.

Knock knock.

There was a knock at the door.

Tokuko?

I was so happy, when I was a child, I had the strongest relationship with Tokuko.

This kid can endure hardships and now works in the town's lumber mill.

Tokuko patted me on the shoulder, smiled sinisterly, and asked me if I wanted to watch the ghost show tomorrow night.

I shook my head and said I wasn't very interested.

Tokuko patted me on the shoulder and quipped, you don't know about this, do you......

Seeing his thief's expression, I was also interested, and asked him not to sell it, and to say something quickly.

What else do I don't know about here?

He raised his eyebrows and said, "I still remember the book that we stole when we were young, and it didn't say that the lonely ghost loves to listen to the opera, what's the matter, aren't you curious about what the ghost looks like?" ”

No way...... Ghost listening to the play, what are you so lively?

After hearing this, I was a little speechless.

laughed and said that he was too feudal and superstitious to believe in science.

This kid is a little talkative, I can hear it.

I want to go and see, can I see the ghosts, I want to join in the fun, and I don't dare to go alone, so I want to pull me.

I waved my hand and said don't make up my mind about me, I'm not going to be idle enough to pull that calf.

Dezi was so angry that he slapped the door and said that I was cowardly, I have been fooling around outside in the past few years, no wonder they were beaten by two eggs when I was a child, I deserved it, they all came out of the bear!

Can this be endured?

I was in a hurry, and I fell for his agitation for a while.

My wife is a river god, how can the husband of the river god be afraid of ghosts?

It's just a joke!

I told him not to talk nonsense, whoever doesn't go is a grandson!

Tokuko smiled and reminded me that if I went to the theater, remember to sneak out of the house and never be seen by the people in the village.

Hearing him say this, I muttered in my heart.

Listening to a song, it's not stealing, why is it like being a thief?

Tokuko laughed at me for being well-informed and explained a lot to me.

Only then did I know that this ghost show team is quite exquisite.

There are two kinds of ghost plays: white opera troupe and red opera troupe.

The white opera troupe walks in the shade, and the red opera troupe walks in happy events!

Tomorrow night is the running field of the white opera troupe, the team is engaged in the sale of the dead, they eat this dead man's meal, and they make dead man's money, they have a rule, as long as the play starts singing, the play must be sung.

Because, it is not only people who listen to the play, but also ghosts and gods from all walks of life.

Before 8 p.m., everyone can go to the theater.

But after eight o'clock, they all had to go home to avoid the shade, so as not to hit the ghosts and gods.

Knowing this, I sighed coldly, and said in my heart that this babbling and singing all night must not exhaust people to death.

Dezi stretched out a finger and said that this night job would cost at least 10,000 yuan, and they were all guys who wanted money and didn't want to die.

I sighed, people die for money, birds die for food, this is indeed true.

Dezi said that tomorrow night, in addition to him, there will also be dog-legged Wang Sanbao, a tendon Zhang Mu, stammering Liu Daquan and other boys will go to join in the fun.

As soon as I heard it, this dare is good, everyone finally got together, and there are too few opportunities.

I didn't think too much about it at the moment, so I decided on it.

The next day, before dawn, I heard the crackling sound of firecrackers.

Every household sets off firecrackers, and then goes to the mountains to worship their ancestors in the dark.

During the day, my grandmother came to my house, gave my mother a pig-killing knife, and muttered for a long time before leaving in a hurry.

When I asked my grandmother what she said, my mother didn't say a word and told me not to ask more.

I just strung the pig-killing knife with a red rope and hung it on my doorframe

After dinner, Tokuko called me again and asked me to give me a letter of approval, but I didn't hesitate and agreed again.

The old house of the village branch has been abandoned for more than ten years, and Dezi said that it is where we will meet tonight.

As for whether you can see the ghost or not, it depends on your luck tonight.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh.

I don't know what evil they have fallen into, people can't see it, and they actually want to see ghosts.

In the early years, though, I heard people say that seeing ghosts is not easy.

However, there are three types of people who can see ghosts.

The first type is to belong to children under the age of seven, whose souls have not yet been completely stained by the world, and whose eyes are clear.

The second type is the innate yin and yang eyes.

The third type is the acquired yin and yang eyes, which need to be used by external forces, such as eating the eyeballs of crows, smearing cow tears, etc.

This reminds me of what Liu Wuye said, he said that I have a pair of yin and yang eyes, and I don't know if it's true or not, but I can just give it a try tonight.

Finally, I waited until eight o'clock, turned off the lights, and sneaked out the door through the corner.

A tendon Zhang Mu, stammering Liu Daquan, dogleg Wang Sanbao, and Dezi are all waiting for me.

After taking pictures, we rushed to the locust forest behind the village, and heard from them that the troupe had set up a stage there.

The locust forest is at the bottom of the South Mountain, a mile away from here, not too far.

But that place is too desolate, and those dramas really cost money.

Dezi opened his mouth and said, this white opera is exquisite, and it can't be in a crowded place when singing.

Because of the heavy yang energy in places with many people, ghosts dare not come, in that case, the white opera will have no effect.

The same is true for daring feelings.

Follow them all the way.

I didn't know how long I walked, but my legs were sore and short of breath.

It stands to reason that he should have arrived at the bottom of Nanshan a long time ago, how could he have walked for so long without a shadow.

At this time, they also stopped, and said that they were not walking right tonight.

Liu Daquan was a little scared, and he wanted to retreat, but after being sneered at by the rest of the people, he didn't dare to say anything more.

So we stubbornly continued on our way.

After a few steps, thirteen or fourteen actors dressed in white costumes and rubbing thick powder suddenly appeared out of thin air, their heads bowed, and their hands and feet were wrapped in iron chains.

They were led by two men dressed in official uniforms similar to those of the Qing Dynasty. Hurry.

Before I could recover my senses, they actually went straight through my body head-on.

With a cool breath that drills into people's bones.

I suddenly got goosebumps, I don't know what's wrong, my body is a little weak.

My heart pounded, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned my head back.

The rugged dirt road was empty, and there was not even a shadow of us except a few of us.

I sighed coldly, it turned out that I was dazzled......

Then, we climbed up a small hill, and in the white moonlight, we looked down the hill and saw many dirt buns.

"I ...... No way!! Isn't this Corpse Ridge! How did we get here? Liu Daquan stammered.

At this time, the bones in my back were cold.

It's as if someone is holding an awl in their hands and slowly chiseling the cracks of my bones......

Corpse Ridge is a ravine, mass grave.

A hundred years ago, the village was invaded by the Japanese, and the people in the village almost died, and the bodies were buried there.

Standing on the mound of earth, if you look down closely, you will find leaking white bones under the soil, red coffin lids, and rotten boards for shrouding corpses.

People in the village say that there is a lot of evil here, and at night, there is often a miserable sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Everyone avoided this place very much, and almost no one came.

Over time, it became a wasteland.

When I first went home, I took this path.

When I think back to that day, a woman called my name, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body.

Hey? That's not right!

We went to the south just now, how did we end up in this gloomy corpse ridge in the west?