Of course I'm going to have to give it a try.

If I don't go, I'll live two more days at most. Go, I at least have some hope.

Although, this hope is not very great.

I have hoes and shovels at home, and I brought them back some time ago, when the community organized tree planting, otherwise I wouldn't have bought this thing, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

I jumped up from the bed in a hurry, picked up a hoe and a shovel and a two-liter plastic bottle of water, went out in a hurry, and went downstairs in a hurry.

I didn't dare to think about it, I was afraid that I would not dare to go if I hesitated.

I didn't dare to think about the dim streetlights, the empty and uninhabited road, and the chirping of summer insects in the grass by the roadside.

I was able to block out all thoughts and quickly come to that barren mountain in one go.

The street lights in the distance basically can't shine here, but it's not particularly dark, and you can still see your five fingers when you reach out.

When I looked at this place on the road during the day, I didn't feel it, but when I was in it, I realized that the grass was really deep and dense, and there were a lot of thorns, and it really hurt to stab my hands.

I could only wade cautiously through the grass, through the thorns, and in the general direction.

Suddenly, I stepped on a small pebble, my foot slipped, and I sat on the ground with my butt.

My left hand seemed to be pressed against a round object.

"It can't be a skull, right?" I really experienced the feeling of numbness on my scalp and my hairs standing on end.

Thankfully not, just a round stone.

However, this fall stumbled away the courage that I had finally mustered.

It's like a sleepwalker who has suddenly been woken up and sees the reality in front of him.

The sky was deep and dark, and the earth was boundless darkness.

Heaven and earth are as quiet as death.

I was in a thorn like I was in a demon's cave. I don't know how many hungry ghosts and devils lurk in the darkness around me, staring at me with drooling, pounce on me at any moment and tear me to pieces, or swallow me whole into my stomach, or directly suck my brain or soul......

I didn't know what to expect, so I thought of all sorts of possibilities.

That's why I'm even more afraid.

The scalp tightens, the skin tightens, and the heart contracts in bursts.

At this time, I couldn't feel the pain of the thorns piercing into the flesh at all.

The graves were not far ahead.

A few green flames fluttered between the wild graves.

"Ghost Fire!"

I distinctly heard a "buzz" in my head, and instinctively got up and wanted to run.

The thorns grabbed my clothes, as if countless ghosts were pulling me away.

In my panic, I fell again, and even the shovel and hoe in my hand fell to the side.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, be calm, be calm! That's just phosphorus fire! ”

I kept saying to myself.

After all, I am also a highly educated person, and these things are common sense that has been mentioned in books.

I tried to calm myself down.

Yes, nothing happened.

I'm just scaring myself.

The surroundings were still the same, and the phosphorus fires were still so fluttering, and they didn't chase after them.

My body relaxed a little and my heartbeat eased a little.

So, do you just go back?

No, it's all here, do you just go back like this, lie in bed and wait to die?

It's okay, it's okay, it's going to be fine.

I finally convinced myself, carefully tore off the thorns on my body, picked up the shovel and hoe again, and continued to walk towards the graves.

Those phosphorus fires floated up as if frightened, exploded silently, and disappeared into the darkness in an instant like fireworks.

I swallowed dryly and approached gently, gently.

It was pitch black in that corner, as if there was a person?!

No, no, I really scared myself.

I wonder if a snake will suddenly emerge from the grass?

In the middle of the grave, among the weeds and thorns, the moss-covered stone monument was almost touching the ground, and the grave was still cracking.

This is supposed to be the oldest, right?

I suppressed my fears with 120 percent strength.

But my feet are still a little soft.

I knelt tremblingly in front of the old grave and prayed sincerely in my heart: "I'm sorry, I just want to save my life, and I can't disturb your old man's house with my talents." If you offend your old man, please be magnanimous and don't worry about me. ”

After kowtowing respectfully three times, I picked up my shovel and hoe and went to the side of the old grave, but I never dared to dig down.

I always felt that digging a hoe into a grave is like digging into someone else's body.

Then dig from the foot of the grave.

I folded my hands together again and confessed, and then I mustered up the courage to start digging.

A gust of wind blows, and there is a rustling sound all around, which is creepy.

I nervously looked around and found nothing.

Go on.

Suddenly......

A flame lit up, and in two seconds, it went out again!

Through the light of two seconds, I could clearly see out of the corner of my eye that there seemed to be a person squatting on the grave!

"Ahh

I couldn't help but scream, sat down on the ground, and desperately stepped back.

There was really a dark shadow squatting on the head of the split!!

I felt like my scalp was going to explode!

The fire lit up again.

An old man's voice said, "What are you doing?" ”

It's the voice of a person.

It was an old man squatting there smoking a pipe.

It was a full minute before I heard my heart pounding.

"Pounding, pounding......"

The pounding heartbeat brought my body moving.

I seem to have finally regained consciousness. At that moment, my mind was completely blank.

"What are you doing?" The old man was asking again.

Wrong!

Three watches in the middle of the night, why is this old man here?!

I was nervous again.

The old man seemed to see through my thoughts, and explained, "I live nearby, and I heard a voice and came out to see. What are you doing? ”

The old man asked me for the third time.

"I ......"

I decided to be honest: "I'm going to dig up some mud from a hundred-year-old grave to save my life." ”

When the old man was not smoking a bucket, he could only see a dark shadow, and he seemed to nod his head, and asked me, "What are you going to do with it?" ”

"Urinating with the boy."

The old man nodded again and asked, "Who told you this method?" ”

I didn't answer.

If you say the name of the blind man Liu, is it considered a betrayal of him?

"Is it blind Liu?"

"Yes." Since he already knows it, then I don't have to hide it, right?

The old man nodded and said, "The old grave mud can be seen by painting it on your eyes, and you can see ghosts when you put it on your body. But the sky is fixed, human life is sometimes, you can hide from today, but you can't hide from tomorrow, people always have to die. Moreover, this method is tantamount to interfering with the official affairs of the underworld, and the consequences are very serious, and the consequences for you and Liu Blind will be very serious. ”

This blind man didn't tell me.

"What are the consequences?"

The old man didn't answer me, but asked again, "Who are you Liu?" Is it his son? ”

I shook my head.

"Nephew?"

"Relatives?"

"No, this is the first time I've seen him today, and I've never seen him before."

The old man stopped talking, and his eyes were fixed on me.

His eyes, glowing green in the dark, were like a cat's eyes!

My heart jumped involuntarily.

The old man's eyes scanned me from top to bottom, as if scanning a QR code with his phone.

"You were born at six o'clock in the morning on June 6th?"

I nodded.

Is this date of birth weird? Why is this old man, like Liu Blind, able to see my birthday just by looking at it?

"No wonder, no wonder." The old man said, "You can't dig from there, you have to dig from behind the tombstones." Now, here. ”

The old man pointed with his pipe.

I walked over with a shovel and hoe.

"You can't use iron."

What can't you use with iron? Do you use your hands to plan?

The old man looked around, pointed in the direction of the end of the grave, and said, "That thing can be used for a while." ”

I walked over and saw that there was something like a wooden sword stuck in the end of the grave, which looked like it was some years old, and it seemed to be a little rotten.

"I'm afraid this won't work, right? I'm afraid that it will break if I touch it. ”

"No, no, you can try it." The old man seemed to be a little impatient.

I pulled out the wooden sword, and it seemed to be a little heavy.

Suddenly there was a strange laugh behind him!

I looked back in horror and the old man who was smoking a pipe on the grave was gone!

In the crack of the old tomb, a cloud of black smoke suddenly rose, and quickly flew into the darkness, and soon it was invisible.