Although the ghost fire firewood seems to be quite good in terms of achievements, the neurotic temperament on his body really makes everyone feel very uncomfortable, and what he said is something very weird that normal people will not do, which caused Lu Qingqing and the five daughters to have the intention of leaving.

Anyway, I already know that this strange talk about Yangping Cemetery is not true, but an unexpected act of a supernatural author, and it is not interesting to stay here any longer.

After a few perfunctory words, everyone said goodbye to each other and left Yangping Cemetery.

As the saying goes, it's easy to come, it's hard to go, and there will be no vehicles passing through the cemetery at night, so everyone has to walk for a while, and then find a way to take a taxi back to school after the vehicle passes through many roads.

About a kilometer after leaving Yangping Cemetery, Shang Yan's mobile phone had an Internet.

Wu Yifan, who had long been idle, immediately took out his mobile phone and began to search for relevant information about the person who burned firewood on the Internet.

"Is it that the authors of the supernatural are so perverted now, how can anyone come to this kind of place at night to do this kind of thing, what did that person just say to remember all the information on the tombstone, I heard the goosebumps of the whole person and gave birth directly, this is too perverted." A girl couldn't help but say.

Duberen tried to reassure: "Great authors are like artists, this kind of people can be a little unusual, and from our eyes, they are indeed perverted." ”

At this time, Wu Yifan had successfully found the author's thousand-degree encyclopedia of ghost fire firewood on Qiandu.

I saw that the photo was a man with a very serious and gloomy expression, his eyes were slender, his face was thin, and he belonged to the kind of appearance that was not very conspicuous in the crowd.

"This person's real name is Meng Chong, a member of the Wencheng Writers Association, hey, this resume looks really ridiculous, many best-selling supernatural works, one I read when I was in junior high school, and his books have been published in many countries, and he has won this national essay championship." Wu Yifan said as he flipped down.

"When this person was 15 years old, he entered the top 100 authors in the country...... "When he reached the end of the encyclopedia, Wu Yifan's words suddenly stopped, and the person stopped standing still.

Shang Yan turned around strangely: "What are you doing?" ”

I saw that Wu Yifan's face was very pale at this moment, and his eyes were wide at the same time, as if he had seen something incredible.

As soon as Shang Yan shouted like this, the others naturally stopped one after another and looked at Wu Yifan in confusion.

"8, on August 13, there was a car accident on Hama Street in Wencheng, Meng Chong was one of the owners of the car who was killed, and he was sent to the city hospital for rescue and died on the same day." Wu Yifan couldn't help but swallow his saliva, "Our school is on August 31st, right, doesn't that mean...... This person died half a month ago, so who is the person we just saw. ”

The atmosphere suddenly fell into freezing, and there was silence for a while.

Everyone didn't speak, because their hearts were already shaken by the news.

Creeps.

Shang Yan frowned deeply.

How is this possible?

The other party is definitely a human being, otherwise how could it be possible to invalidate the exorcism talisman.

And the ghost fire firewood Meng Chong is indeed dead, this Shang Yan can find relevant information by searching the Internet himself, go to this person's Weibo, the latest news is full of all kinds of comments such as "ghost fire is very good", "[candle] [candle]", "ghost fire burns firewood, firewood is extinguished" and so on.

It is enough to prove that Meng Chong is indeed dead, and he died in a car accident.

"Huh......" Shang Yan sighed, "Forget it, don't worry about this anymore, in short, everyone is okay now, just remember not to come to such a place at night in the future, maybe that rumored urban weird talk is really not a fake weird talk to deceive people." ”

Everyone nodded again and again, if Shang Yan wanted to go back and find out the truth of the matter, they would definitely not return to the cemetery together, after all, everyone is a normal person with online intelligence, and you will go on an adventure again when you are safe, isn't this no different from looking for death.

There are always some inexplicable things in this world, and Shang Yan didn't bother to go back to the cemetery to see what was going on with that ghost firewood.

Everyone quickly came to the road near the cemetery, found two passing taxis, and quickly returned to Wencheng University.

Maybe what happened this night will become a life experience that they will never forget in this life.

……

Early the next morning, Shang Yan returned to the cemetery and rested for more than a day, and it was time to go to the cemetery to see the new tasks.

The task of eradicating the Yunshang Palace was completed that day, and Shang Yan had not yet had time to hand over the task, so he happened to hand it over today.

As soon as he walked into the cemetery, Liao Jin hurriedly ran over: "Shang Yan, didn't you call someone?" ”

"What a call." Shang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then immediately remembered: "Oh! , I forgot, I'm playing now. ”

"No need, the people over there are here again today, and now they are in the cemetery, you can go over and have a look."

"Coming?" Shang Yan hurriedly ran towards the reception room of the cemetery.

With the renovation of the cemetery, there is naturally a hall dedicated to entertaining guests, and the old mansion has become a place where idlers do not enter.

When Shang Yan came to the welcome hall, he saw a man with braided hair sitting on a chair waiting, looking a little anxious.

"This gentleman, you want to buy a cemetery?"

"You are?" The man looked at Shang Yan strangely.

"I'm the manager here, you can buy a cemetery and tell me." Shang Yan sat down and smiled.

"That, since that's the case, I said, my family has recently migrated to the ancestral grave and needs a suitable new land, if there is a vacant cemetery in your cemetery, sell me a piece quickly, you say a price, I will buy it directly."

"Excuse me, sir?" Shang Yan asked.

"From Shaocheng."

"Ahh Shang Yan was surprised, Shaocheng is not a short distance from Wencheng, even if it takes a train, it will take several hours, this person has to move the ancestral tomb from Shaocheng to Wencheng?

This kind of operation really made Shang Yan unable to see through.

It's so confusing, this operation.

"You just say sell, if you don't sell it, I'll go somewhere else." The man looked really anxious, and seeing that Shang Yan didn't react, he urged directly.

Although it felt strange, Shang Yan naturally would not refuse the door-to-door business, and nodded again and again: "Sell, of course sell, I don't know if you have any needs for the choice of cemetery, sir?" ”

"No, it's a cemetery." The man answered categorically.

"Okay, you can move your ancestral grave at any time, and I'll help you bury the coffin in my graveyard when the time comes."

"Okay, then I'll pay first." The man said.