Walking inward along the footprints, about a hundred meters or so, a wooden sign cut off the road.

The wooden sign was inserted on the ground, the size of a normal tombstone, and a line of words was written in blood: Those who enter the mountain die.

"Let's make a fool of it!"

The fat man walked over, took out his mobile phone and took a photo, squatted in front of the wooden sign and began to study it.

The wooden brand is about 20 centimeters wide, two fingers thick, and the four blood characters are very fresh, I touched it, and the words are not frozen yet, sticky.

"No more than ten minutes!"

The fat man also twisted the blood stains and deduced an approximate time.

"Someone doesn't want us to go into the mountains!" I stood up, looked at the footprints on the ground and muttered.

"Brother, do you want to come in?" The fat man asked eagerly.

"Enter!"

I spat out a word.

With the bloody warning on the wooden sign, the fat man and I were a lot more careful, mainly to prevent the embankment ghost from hitting the wall, and also to prevent someone from making ghosts.

Sometimes, ghosts are not scary, even those yellow skins, they are not scary. It's people who are scary.

For example, Zhang Miao, whose identity is unknown, is clear about the situation in Yongping Village, and he is also clear about the situation of his own father.

Living in a village, the villagers have a lot of hatred and hatred. can allow him to help those yellow-skinned people who have scooped the corpses of their own villagers.

Yesterday's incense, that incense, was not burned to people, but to the yellow skin.

Raising corpses with corpses, this secret method would never have been so smooth without Zhang Miao's participation.

After walking another hundred meters or so, a continuous grave appeared in sight.

There are a lot of grave bags. I made a rough estimate, there must be seventy or eighty, and it should be the ancestral tomb of Yongping Village.

According to Mrs. Lao Lu, they must have not been in the mountains for more than a year, but the graves are well kept.

There were no weeds, no snow, and a piece of yellow paper, also known as grave paper, was pressed on each grave.

In addition to these, several graves were also stocked with offerings in front of them.

There are very few tombstones, no more than five in total, and on the surface, this cemetery is very well cared for, which is completely different from what Mrs. Lao Lu said.

The fat man and I watched one grave bag after another, and the fat man took pictures one by one with his mobile phone as usual.

After a spin, I asked, "Did you find anything?" ”

"Nope!"

The fat man swiped his phone and said, "But I always feel that something is wrong, and I can't tell!" ”

The fat man feels about the same as me, and this cemetery, on the surface, is normal, no different from most of the graveyards in the countryside.

But I just look at it and feel wrong, but I don't know what's wrong!

"Brother, do you see any difference between these photos?" The fat man suddenly sighed and handed me the phone.

I took the phone, and the phone swiped across the screen, and the fat man showed me a total of four photos, all of which were grave bags.

If you want to say different, there must be differences, the height of the tomb, the height of the terrain, the surrounding environment, but I know that the fat man is not talking about this.

I looked at it for a while, and I realized that something was wrong.

I looked up at the fat man, and the fat man looked at me, and I said, "The color of the soil is not right!" ”

"Right!" The fat man slapped him.

In the four photos, the first two have dry black soil on the grave bag with a hint of gray, and the second two in the back are oily black, looking like freshly dug up soil with a hint of moisture.

"These two photos were taken by me before, and these two photos were taken by me just now!" The fat man pointed to the photo and said.

"These graves are newly dug up!" I blurted out.

I said how to look at these graves and feel wrong, the soil is too new.

I came to a grave, squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil, put it to the tip of my nose and smelled it, and a strong smell of earth rushed into the tip of my nose.

This smell is very familiar, and this is the smell of the soil turned out of spring ploughing.

The fat man also came over, grabbed a handful of soil, sniffed it on the tip of his nose, stood up and looked around and said, "Brother, open one and take a look?" ”

"Look!"

I threw the dirt from my hand. The fat man opened his backpack, took out a folding sapper shovel, spat on it, and began to dig a grave.

The soil layer is very loose, and when a spade goes down, the entire spade surface falls into the soil layer, and it is easy to dig up.

When the two shovels went down, the soil layer suddenly sank, and a small fist-sized hole appeared on the side of the burial bag.

The fat man paused, this kind of hole, we were common when we were children, there are many such holes in the vegetable field in the field.

When we hit this kind of hole, our first instinct was to fill it with water, and every time we were able to fill out the big-eyed thief.

The big-eyed thief is a local name, in fact, it is a kind of large vole that specializes in stealing food and vegetables, because its eyes are larger than ordinary voles, and it is also known as the big-eyed thief.

This hole looks similar to the hole of the big-eyed thief.

"Brother, I'll try other grave bags and see if there are any holes!" The fat man stared at the half-blocked hole in the earth, and carried a shovel to the grave bag next to it.

"Go ahead!"

I replied casually, pulled out the black skin, and cleared the dirt near the entrance to the side, revealing the hole again.

The entrance of the cave meandered downward, and on the surface, it didn't seem like anything special, but for some reason, I felt a palpitation.

"Brother. This grave bag is also available! ”

At this moment, the fat man screamed.

"Another one!" I said.

"Got it!"

The fat man nodded, and ran to the next grave bag with a shovel.

A few minutes later, the same small hole appeared on the third burial bag.

The fat man and I looked in silence at the three holes that were exposed, one of which represented a big-eyed thief, or more appropriately a family of big-eyed thieves.

One in a hole, one at least. There are more than three or five big-eyed thieves.

If all the more than 90 graves in this cemetery have such small holes, it means that there are at least 90 big-eyed thieves here.

Of course, there may be other animals hiding in these holes, such as snakes or yellowskins, but it is very unlikely.

But whatever it is, more than ninety holes are surprising enough.

The so-called ants bite more than the elephant, no matter what it is. Once the number goes up, it all represents power.

"Brother, what should I do?" The fat man asked.

"Dig one up and take a look!" I said.

No matter what's inside, you have to look outside.

"Good!"

The fat man has always said nothing to me, whatever I say is what it is, and without saying a word, he picked up a shovel and began to dig the earth.

The burial mound is not large, rarely more than a meter high. They are generally sixty or seventy centimeters tall, and occasionally there are short ones, but they are thirty or forty centimeters tall.

The fat man dug this one, which is relatively low, about thirty centimeters, is a small dirt bag, and it is easy to dig.

Less than five minutes. The fat man had already flattened the dirt bag, and the fist-sized hole was even more obvious.

The hole is not straight up and down, but tilted, crooked, after the soil bag is flattened, the soil layer below is not hard, and it is not difficult to dig.

Dig such holes. We had a lot of experience, and we didn't have much to play as kids, and digging a rat hole was one of the few games.

After digging down the hole for about ten minutes, the fat man went down with a spade, and there was a muffled sound.

"Brother, I touched something. It seems to be a coffin! The fat man looked up at me and said.

"Coffin?" I was a little surprised.

"Hmm!"

The fat man nodded, and dug a few shovels in a row, revealing what was underneath, and what was buried underneath was indeed a coffin, but not a coffin in the conventional sense, but an urn that was a few sizes larger.

The coffin was about half a meter long and purple-black. There was a fist-sized hole in the face of the coffin, and the marks of gnawing on it were obvious.

In fact, the moment he saw the hole, the fat man became vigilant, and the shovel in his hand was ready to shoot at any time, in case something came out of the hole.

The point is, we could both feel that several pairs of eyes were looking out through that hole.

I made eye contact with the fat man. The fat man nodded, and seemingly inadvertently placed the shovel on the coffin, just blocking the hole.

I took the opportunity to go down and carry the coffin up from the pit.

In the process of moving the coffin, I gently shook the coffin, and there was more than one thing in the coffin.

After carrying the coffin up, the fat man pushed the lid of the coffin, revealing a small gap, and looked inside through the gap.

Inside the coffin, several pairs of eyes were also looking out at the same time, looking at the fat man.

"At least three!" The fat man stretched out three fingers and compared, and asked, "Brother, what should I do?" ”

"Bring it back first!" I thought about it and said.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

As soon as the words fell. Several shrill screams rang out from inside the coffin.

The cry was terrible and anxious, as if he was crying for help.

Hearing these screams, my heart thumped, and I subconsciously said, "Run!" ”

With that, I threw the coffin to the side and ran away.

As soon as he took two steps, a squeak sounded. In this cemetery, all of a sudden, the fat man's ears rang with this shrill cry.

Hearing the scream, the fat man and I ran faster.

Luckily, the grave bag we chose to excavate was located on the outskirts of the cemetery, so it didn't take much effort to get out.

After running about twenty meters, the fat man and I stopped and looked back. This glance made my heart chill.

In the graveyard, large rats the size of kittens emerged from the holes and gathered together, staring at me and the fat man.

In the process of looking back, there were still large rats emerging from the hole.

I made a rough estimate of the number, at least 300 of them.

Don't say anything else. With this number alone, if these big rats rushed up desperately and attacked me and the fat man, it would be difficult for us to get out of the way.

Luckily, they didn't seem to have the intention of attacking the two of us, just emerged from the cave, gathered together, and stared at both of us with a hostile gaze.

They had no intention of attacking, and the fat man and I stopped, and instead of running, we looked at the big rats.

After about thirty seconds, no rats emerge from the hole.

In the cemetery, these rats gathered together to form a gray-black queue of rats, and just a glance at the wriggling rat heads made people feel a tingling feeling, and none of the pieces on their bodies were strong.

When they were all together, a rat with shiny black fur stood up like a human, walked with its two hind paws, and stood in front of all the mice. Staring at me and the fat man.

"Get out!"

After just staring at each other for a while, the mouse slowly spoke, spitting out a word.

When I heard that word, I was a little surprised, and I could speak human language, which means that this mouse has become a psychic and has become a spirit.

Such rats are difficult to deal with. If nothing else, it can command these hundreds of rats by looking at it, and once it orders these rats to rush up, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Of course, this rolling word means that they don't want to do anything to me and the fat man, at least not this time.

The fat man and I didn't argue, just stared at these mice, retreated step by step, and retreated about ten meters, and the leading mouse with shiny fur and dark body spoke again: "Next time, don't kill it!" ”

"Ge your mother!"

The fat man whispered behind my back.

His voice was so small that if it weren't for my concentration, I probably wouldn't have heard it.

Obviously, the fat man was cowardly, he wanted to bargain, and he was afraid of angering the other party, so he could only vent like this.

I didn't say anything, but kept staring back at each other until I couldn't see what was going on in the graveyard, and then I let out a sigh of relief, turned around and ran with the fat man.

The fat man reacted similarly to me, and he also ran away.

In the process of escaping, a trace of doubt rose from the bottom of my heart, how could there be so many rats gathered together in the back mountain?

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