The mass grave is located on a barren hill, along a winding path, which can be reached in about ten minutes.

Unlike the dense woods outside, it is a vast clearing, with countless graves towering over the clearing, more than half of which have no tombstones.

The cold wind was blowing, and the thick yin qi was blowing, and it was so warm that you could even hear laughter and children's cries.

"Pleasant, here, it's a little scary here." Jiang Yurun's teeth began to tremble.

"Scared?"

"Yes, it's a little."

"Then you'll go back alone?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yurun had already hugged her arm tightly, "Don't do it, you'll be scared to death!" ”

With such a gloomy path and so many graves, Yiren was so indifferent that he even felt like he was wandering around his own yard.

Jiang Yurun once again admired Wen Yiyi's courage.

Sure enough, beauties are all non-humans, and non-humans like Mei Cheng Wen Yiren can't describe her.

The further she went, the more graves there were, and Wen Yiren could feel the silver bell around her neck start to heat up, and suddenly, a headless female ghost in front of her rushed towards her, and in the blink of an eye, she was already standing less than half a foot away from her.

The bloody neck came into view, and the terrible head was being held by the female ghost.

Wen Yiren didn't blink his eyelids, and he calmly took Jiang Yurun to bypass the female ghost and continue to walk forward.

"Pleasant, how did you feel a sudden gust of wind just now?"

"Well, it's the wind."

Xu was very surprised by Wen Yiren's performance, and the female ghost rushed over again, only this time with her head on her neck, the back of her head in front, and her face in the back.

"It's cold."

"You're wearing too little."

Jiang Yurun touched the thin coat on Wen Yiren's body, and then looked at the short coat on her body, it seemed that she was wearing more than Yiren!

The female ghost tried many times, only to find that Wen Yiren completely treated her as air.

Could it be that this woman can't see herself?

After thinking about it, he repeated his old trick to scare Jiang Yurun, and Jiang Yurun even sneezed when she approached, and the spit stars sprayed all over her.

Seeing this, Wen Yiren raised her eyebrows, and the bell around her neck was not an ornament.

As long as she doesn't want Jiang Jiang to see the ghost, then no matter how hard the ghost is, Jiang Jiang can't see it.

"Pleasant, how do I think someone is watching me?"

"Well, I'm looking at you."

"What do you see me doing?"

Wen Yiren glanced at her, "Look, why am I so beautiful and my friend so ugly." ”

The corners of Jiang Yurun's mouth twitched, and the green tendons on his forehead were raised.

I'm so angry, I want to beat her!

Almost as soon as the words fell, a perverted smiling extremely obscene floated out of the grave, and appeared in front of Wen Yiren in the blink of an eye.

The pervert had a scruffy beard, a pale face, and a pair of glasses with a green glow smaller than a mung bean.

At this moment, he stood face to face with her, and his mouth let out a 'squeak' laugh.

"It's so beautiful, come and be my ghost bride!"

Wen Yiren continued to ignore and led Jiang Yurun forward.

The pervert didn't give up, so he kept following Wen Yiren's side, "You are so beautiful, come and be a ghost bride for me!" ”

"If you don't answer, I'll just say yes, and I'll go to your house now to marry you?"

"When I go back, I'll leave all the yellow-faced women in the house, I want you one, and when I am my ghost bride, I will make you happy."

This pervert is so noisy!

Wen Yiren frowned slightly, reached out and pinched the silver bell around his neck, and was about to shake it a few times, when he suddenly found the small grave pile under the big tree in front of him.

In front of the mound stood a wooden plank that was about to be worn out, on which were crookedly written the words 'Tomb of Sister Lin Jingyu'.