Yang Zhihong naturally doesn't have to worry about anything over there, and he doesn't have to worry about being seen here, even if someone passes by, he won't be able to get close to here tonight.

It is Yuan Jinzhu underwater, which makes people very uneasy, whether I can find Xiao Qinghe's bones, I am completely uncertain in my heart, after all, a full twenty-seven years have passed, and I am afraid that it has long been drowned by thick silt.

The point is that even if you can find it, it's fast. Since he has chosen to hide the truth from Yang Zhihong, no matter what, he can't let him see the real situation underwater.

I didn't think about it, but the subsequent facts proved that I was too worried. I don't know if Yuan Jinzhu does have two brushes, or if there is heavenly help in the dark, just half an hour, the water surface that is so calm that people panic in their hearts turned up blisters, and then after a while, Yuan Jinzhu's head surfaced, uncovered the mask and said: I found it.

I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly asked him to come up and rest first, and then go down again.

"That's not necessary, this bit of work doesn't tire me, but the chain is very thick, and if it is hard under the water, it will hurt the bones, give me the vice." Yuan Jinzhu waved his hand to stop me from pulling him up.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to hand over the big vice behind me and tell him to be careful.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Jinzhu resurfaced and carefully handed over a piece of skull.

An hour later, Xiao Qinghe's bones were completely recovered, although there were some defects, but it was very good that it could still maintain this integrity after being trapped under the water for so many years.

Things went unexpectedly smoothly, Yuan Jinzhu also got out of the water safely, and my slightly hanging heart suddenly let go, and before I paddled the kayak to the shore, Yang Zhihong and Xiao Qinghe also happened to come out of the small forest.

That's right, she used it away. Although Yin and Yang are separated, in front of her beloved, she also tries her best to behave like a person.

No matter what kind of mood swings they experienced in the past two hours, at least when they came here, they were calm, even with a shallow smile.

After we went ashore, Xiao Qinghe solemnly knelt down towards us, and Yang Zhihong was about to kneel when he saw this, but I hurriedly grabbed him. Salvage the bones and help Xiao Qinghe take revenge, this is a great grace, it is not impossible to be worshiped by her, and I can't stop it, but Yang Zhihong is different, he is older than my father, how can he afford such a big gift.

"Thank you." After bowing to me three more times, Xiao Qinghe said solemnly.

Such a solemn scene made me a little at a loss, so I hurriedly asked Xiao Qinghe to get up, pointed at Yuan Jinzhu and said with a smile: "Actually, I haven't done much, but this guy is the main hero tonight." ”

In this way, firstly, I don't want Yang Zhihong to think of anything more from these three bows, and secondly, Yuan Jinzhu is a guy who doesn't know why, obviously a little afraid of Xiao Qinghe, if there is really any holiday between them, I hope to resolve it through this matter.

Xiao Qinghe couldn't understand what I was saying, and immediately smiled and nodded to Yuan Jinzhu in thanks.

Ever since Xiao Qinghe came to the shore, Yuan Jinzhu has become nervous again, including when he made a big salute before, this guy was just pretending to be calm, and it wasn't until this time that he finally relaxed a little and smiled at Xiao Qinghe quite unnaturally.

At this point, the whole thing has a relatively happy ending. Yang Zhihong will bring back Xiao Qinghe's remains and find a suitable opportunity for her family other than her parents to know about them before burying them. And then, as long as the two demons of Huang Hongjun and Wang Zhiqiang die, let Xiao Qinghe take revenge on their souls, and then find a way to overtake her, it will be completely over.

I thought that after this reunion, Xiao Qinghe would attach to the bones, go back with Yang Zhihong, and get along with each other for a while, but I didn't expect that they had already discussed, she still stayed in this place, and Yang Zhihong came to see her every day.

It's a bit bleak to look at it no matter how you look at it, but if you think about it, there's nothing better to do.

After all, people and ghosts have different paths, no matter how harmless Xiao Qinghe is, he is always an extremely evil soul, and he has more contact with Yang Zhihong, which is really not good for him.

So Xiao Qinghe's bones were wrapped in layers of red cloth, returned to the car, and after letting them be alone for a while, we left the glass factory.

Three days later, at eleven o'clock in the evening, back in the small courtyard, I just took a shower and lay on the bed, picked up my mobile phone, and Zhang Xiaowei's hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Li Nian, open the door quickly."

Hearing that her voice was very urgent, I quickly got up and opened the door with my shoes on, and before I could make a sound, she covered my mouth.

"Don't talk, listen."

It turned out that she was still holding a mobile phone in her hand, and a magnetic male voice was coming out of the phone.

Later, I learned that when Zhang Xiaowei had not yet graduated, he worked as an anchor on an online voice radio station, and although he later quit, he has always had the habit of listening to Internet radio. After experiencing the obscenity of fragrant corpses, especially after following my ears and eyes, my taste has become heavier, and I like to listen to ghost stories told by the male anchor of the supernatural radio station late at night.

When she got home tonight, after the anchor she often listened to told the ghost story, she started the interactive session as usual, connecting with some listeners to share the supernatural events they had seen. As soon as she connected with the first listener, she felt that the voice of this listener was a little familiar, and after listening carefully, she felt that it was very similar, and quickly unplugged the headphones and came to me with her mobile phone.

By the time I heard it, I had already passed the part where the audience briefly introduced themselves.

I only heard the male anchor ask in a magnetic and thick voice: Then may I ask about a cup of bitter tea, what is the supernatural experience you want to share?

A bitter cup of tea said: I met my girlfriend three days ago.

The male anchor smiled: Every man who has a girlfriend will see his girlfriend, although listening to the voice, you seem to be a little older, but it's not a strange thing to have a girlfriend, right?

A cup of bitter tea says: My girlfriend is dead.

After being silent for two seconds, the male anchor said: What unfortunate news, do you want to say that your girlfriend passed away after meeting you?

A cup of bitter tea says: No.

The male anchor asked: When did you die?

A cup of bitter tea said: twenty-seven years ago.

The male anchor took a breath of cool air, and the terrifying sound effect sounded at the right time: You mean that your girlfriend died twenty-seven years ago, but you met her three days ago, right?

A cup of bitter tea says: Yes.

As soon as these words came out, many listeners in the live broadcast room suddenly made frightened expressions.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but frown, puzzled.

Because "a cup of bitter tea" is Yang Zhihong!