Lingshan is in the suburbs of Qingyang in Wu City, and Lin Qianmo's house is in the center of Qingyang District.

Along the way, the electric switches are speeding from the noisy city center to the remote suburbs, the buildings have become sparse, and the street lights on the road have changed from a few meters apart to dozens of meters.

The darkness where the light is not shining is like the open mouth of a monster, and it makes people panic to watch.

As the middle-aged uncle drove through a fork in the road, there were more trees on the side of the road, and the lights on the road were even darker.

The middle-aged uncle slowed down appropriately, and greeted Lin Qianmo again: "Young man, I can only send you another 500 meters or so at most, and the car can't drive on the road to the cemetery." ”

"I know." Lin Qianmo nodded, "Just stop when you get to the intersection." ”

"Okay."

Soon, the cemetery intersection arrived.

The middle-aged uncle turned off the fire, stopped the car, looked at the billing meter and said, "Young man, it's here, thirty-nine yuan." ”

"Okay." Lin Qianmo took out his mobile phone to pay, and after paying, he showed it to the driver and got out of the car.

Then, he clicked on the flashlight function on his mobile phone and walked along the path towards the cemetery.

The middle-aged uncle looked at Lin Qianmo's distant back, opened his mouth, and finally swallowed the words, but shook his head and sighed secretly: "Today's young people are really not afraid of heaven and earth, young!" ”

Of course, Lin Qianmo didn't know what the middle-aged uncle thought, he didn't take a few steps towards the cemetery, and the voice of the system sounded in his mind: "The host has arrived at the Lingshan cemetery, the mission is about to start, Zhang Xiaojing's grave has a red ghost fire, and the yin and yang eyes are visible." ”

"Yin and yang eyes, open."

Lin Qianmo followed the prompts of the system and turned on the yin and yang eyes.

After the Yin and Yang Eyes were opened, the impact of the night on him instantly decreased a lot, and objects within three meters were clearly visible.

"I didn't expect the yin and yang eyes to have such an effect, and the flashlight seems redundant."

Lin Qianmo looked at the time on his phone, eleven forty o'clock.

"Well, there's still twenty minutes, that's enough."

Immediately, he turned off the flashlight on his phone.

The middle-aged uncle had already turned his head, and when he was about to drive back, the ghost envoy glanced at the direction in which Lin Qianmo left.

It's okay not to look at it, but it almost scared him out loud.

"Why isn't it lit? Does he walk so fast? ”

At this time, a gust of wind happened to blow on the road, and the leaves were rustled by the wind, and a strange sound sounded in the empty forest, as if someone was whispering.

Looking at the black cemetery path, it was obviously a summer day in June, but the middle-aged uncle felt a cool air rushing from the soles of his feet to the back of his head.

"Does he ...... Not human? ”

The middle-aged uncle swallowed his saliva with difficulty, remembering the ridiculous things his colleagues said, and couldn't help but shudder.

Sometimes, people scare themselves, and the brain picture is far more terrifying than the external stimulus.

The middle-aged uncle turned his head sideways, shouted in his heart that the Buddha blessed, opened the accelerator with lightning speed, and rushed out with a "whoosh".

And the initiator who was so frightened that the middle-aged uncle's soul was not possessed was walking towards Zhang Xiaojing's grave.

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My name is Zhang Xiaojing and I am 11 years old.

I was born in an ordinary family, my father is a worker, my mother is a nurse, they are usually very busy, the only time to rest, my mother told me the most: child, have you done your homework today? And when my father saw my results, he was beaten fiercely!

In the eyes of my teachers, I was a student with bad conduct and poor learning. I don't have any friends, they all bully me and take pleasure in playing tricks on me. I was often teased by them, calling me poor and calling me ugly, they would push me in the toilet urinal and beat me, and then go to the teacher to report it, and any of my defenses would be pale and weak, and the teacher would say that I was lying because it was his child who made the report. That beautiful little boy, no one believes that he can bully others!

I want to be a good student and I want to be recognized by them. But no matter how hard I tried to be humble, they still ruthlessly trampled on what courage I had.

I, hate them!

I hate them for bullying and insulting me again and again!

I hate the teacher!

Hate him for listening and believing partially, and never seeing the truth!

I hate my parents!

I hate that they only care about my studies, but never ask me about my grievances!

I want to die, no, I want to die!

I heard people say that as long as the obsession is big enough before death, you can do unexpected things after death.

I want revenge! I want revenge! I want you to regret it!

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The Lingshan Cemetery is not big, but there are many people who are buried, because the feng shui here is very good.

On a hot and dry June day, insects are abundant in the wild, and the cemetery is no exception, with loud insect chirping everywhere.

Lin Qianmo opened his yin and yang eyes and stepped into the cemetery path.

Because of the effect of night vision in the yin and yang eyes, Lin Qianmo can clearly see the black and white photos on each tombstone. They are either smiling lightly or solemnly, they are different, and the only thing they have in common is that their eyes seem to be looking at Lin Qianmo.

"What's a little hairy?"

Lin Qianmo muttered in his heart.

However, Mao is Mao, but Lin Qianmo has no sense of fear. The first is that the yin and yang eyes did not see yin qi or ghosts, and the second is that "Zhiyang Qiankun Gong" gave him the confidence to protect himself.

There are not many weeds on the path, and the road is a little uneven, Lin Qianmo watched the cemetery while paying attention to his feet, and saw that there was a red ghost fire that the system said.

After Lin Qianmo walked up a slope, he finally saw that not far away, there was a red fire swaying in the dark place.

"It's a ghost fire, found it!"

Lin Qianmo sped up and walked towards the red light.

After a while, I saw Zhang Xiaojing's grave.

The tomb was small, with simple offerings in front of it, and half-extinguished candles on either side of the grave.

The tombstone is an ordinary stone tablet with a simple line of words on it: the tomb of the beloved son Zhang Xiaojing.

Photograph embedded on the tombstone, above the inscription. Zhang Xiaojing in that photo is a bust. There was an indescribable smile on his immature face, and his eyes were a little confused.

Lin Qianmo looked at this black and white photo and sighed: "It's so small, it's a pity, how good it is to be alive!" ”

He took out his phone and looked at the time, eleven fifty-eight.

"Two minutes to go." Lin Qianmo put away his mobile phone, looked at Zhang Xiaojing's grave again, and then bowed down and saluted, "I hope you can listen to my persuasion, go to reincarnation as soon as possible, and in the next life, don't be afraid to live anymore, face the tribulation, and move forward bravely." ”