I wasn't surprised by his reaction, even I felt disgusting when I watched it myself. I got dressed, a little lost, and thought he had a solution. "You don't even know?"

"I haven't seen it, and you're not a common thing."

"Do you think it's a skin disease or something evil?"

"I don't understand skin diseases, but I feel that there are two breaths in your body fighting, maybe the scale armor behind you is similar to side effects or something, anyway, I don't know, anyway, the villagers say that you are an evil person, and it's true, but you're not bad."

"You don't know me, how do you know that my heart is not bad?" I'm curious.

"The childlike innocence of the little ghost is the most perceptive to the human heart."

"So what should I do?" I asked, I don't know if he is friend or foe, but he saved me and helped Wang Xiaofeng to overtake, who else is willing or able to help me get rid of the scale armor behind me.

"Resign yourself to fate, life is like this, no matter how great your ability is, it's useless if your life is not good. Your extreme yin and yang energy, it is estimated that even my master may not be able to figure it out, at best, you are awesome, because you are strange enough, at worst, you may die at any time. ”

"Is your master here?"

"Such a trivial matter, how can he come back, it is enough for me to come."

I think it has something to do with him talking with an accent, so I listened to it and listened to it as coming back.

"I'll tell you the story of the villagers' legends, maybe you can find out why." I said it was the first time in my life that I had taken the initiative to tell my story.

"Oh, you know a little bit about it, let's talk about it tomorrow, I'm stuck now." After saying that, he left, this guy walked very fast, his legs were really short and fast-paced, and he disappeared as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

There were too many strange things tonight, so I didn't dare to stay outside the house, so I quickly closed the door. Staying in bed, obviously very tired and tired, I didn't have any strength in my body, but I just couldn't sleep. I obviously want to sleep with my eyes closed, but I can't help but open my eyes to see where the red-jacketed female ghost is standing, and I always feel that she is still standing there looking at me, and the most annoying thing is the window, and it is really uncomfortable to scare myself.

Zhang Peng said that I know a woman, is it her? But I really don't know her, so I think she is a bit similar to the water ghost under the water, but the two of them are not so similar. Maybe I'm scared every time, confusing their looks, after all, I don't see them so clearly every time, the water ghost is pale, she is also pale, the difference is that the water ghost's strange shape eyes are green and fierce, and this woman is expressionless.

In retrospect, the ghosts of other mass graves are rotten, Uncle Liu and Wang Xiaofeng should be regarded as the latest graves, and they have also rotted, except for the fact that this female ghost seems to have a faint hole in her stomach, everything else is good.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, my eyes were dry, and I didn't dare to close my eyes at all, so I had to get up from the bed, turn on the lights and the TV, and there was a ball game inside, I was not interested in this, and I fell asleep on the sofa with an axe.

When I was in a daze, I seemed to hear someone humming in the mass grave, paralyzed, still a woman's voice, a somewhat familiar melody, but she must have hummed out of tune. And it's just a few simple melodies, humming back and forth, and every time it's out of tune, it's the same, but I can't remember the title of the song for a while.

I got out of bed, axe in hand, and walked to the window, the voice getting clearer. I had the courage to open the window, and a gust of mountain wind blew, and I shivered all over, and I felt a cold air entering my body. Fortunately, with the axe in my hand, I hummed slowly to the melody, trying to find out what she was singing, and the sound was indeed coming from the mass grave.

“…… The stars in the sky don't speak, the doll on the ground thinks of her mother, the eyes in the sky blink, and her mother's heart is Lu Binghua,...... The tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers, my mother's heart and liver are at the end of the world, and I think of my mother's words every night, and the tears are shining Lu Binghua......"

Damn, I hummed along for a long time and finally remembered this old song, Jenny's "Lu Binghua". Grandma coaxed me to sleep when I was a child, as if she hummed to me, but this voice is definitely not grandma, so who the is it? This is really ruining childhood, good memories, and suddenly it becomes a psychological shadow.

I carefully checked all the doors and windows, and when they were all tied, I went back to the washbasin and washed my face vigorously, and sat on the sofa with an axe in my hand, unable to sleep tonight.

In the distance, the sound of chickens crowing in the village was heard, and the humming sound also stopped abruptly, as if the tape had suddenly stuck, and it was gone. I sat on the couch and slept until dawn.

Although I was very tired, I still got up and went to the village, ready to ask Zhang Peng what the situation was and whether I would be haunted by the unjust ghost.

At this time, it was only six o'clock, although the villagers got up early, but there were not many people near the village branch, only the commissary opened early, I bought a beer, and the best food in the commissary.

"Hurry up, don't let the villagers see you coming in." The shopkeeper said that their family is more good at doing business, and as long as there is money to be made, no one can be offended.

I walked to the mobile board room with my things and looked at it, there were about 20 rooms in the two-story building, most of them were the expedition team brought by Charles and the staff brought by Mr. Sun, and I didn't know which room Zhang Peng lived in, these people in the city didn't get up at the moment.

The doors were all closed, and I was in a hurry, but it was useless, arguing for them to sleep, and then I couldn't get people to help. It wasn't until half past seven that Mr. Sun stretched his waist and walked to the corridor to smoke. It was strange to see me crouching downstairs, but he didn't say anything, just looked at me.

"Is that Master Zhang Peng here?" I asked.

"What Master Zhang Peng, you're talking about a skinny monkey, right? Downstairs in the third room. Mr. Sun said.

Skinny monkey? It turns out that this guy pretends to be a big-tailed wolf, less than thirty years old, and looks thin, so I guess no one will believe him as a master. I knocked on the door, but there was no response, and with a gentle push, the door opened.

The room was very small, only a dozen square meters, and there was a gray cloth bag on the small table, which should be him. He was buried in the sheets, snoring loudly, I cautiously walked over and lifted the sheets, this guy actually stuffed his thumb into his mouth, and occasionally sucked a few times, it was really perverted. What a bullshit master, if I didn't know him well, I would have recorded it.

"Master......" I said, but seeing that his thumb was sucking loudly, I was really ashamed of the word master, "Zhang Peng......"

"Fuck off, don't interfere with Master Ben's sleep." With a wave of his hand, he almost hit me in the face.

"Skinny monkey......," I cried out.

He suddenly jumped up from the bed and yelled in a daze, "Who the called me a skinny monkey, come out to Master Ben!" ”

"It's me, Jiang Shuisheng." I say.

"How the do you dare to call me a skinny monkey, itchy skin?" He rubbed his eyes and yelled at me, his thumb full of saliva.

"I'm looking for your help."

"Fuck off, fuck off!" He finished going to bed again.

"Master Zhang, Master Zhang, I brought you food, weren't you hungry after a busy night last night?" I asked, and after saying that, I took it apart and shook it in front of his nose, and I usually woke up very hungry in the morning.

Sure enough, he opened his eyes, looked at the fat pig's feet dangling in front of him, and swallowed his saliva. A spicy smell crept into my nostrils, not to mention him, I want to eat it.

Zhang Peng sat up from the bed and snatched the pig's feet from my hand, but the pig's feet were too slippery and fell on the sheets, so he picked them up and began to gnaw wildly. "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"After you left last night, I heard a woman humming on the mountain, humming all night, so scared that I didn't even sleep."

"Woman? Hum a song? What song? He asked, then pointed to beer, and I quickly opened a can for him.

"Lu Binghua." I say.

"Lu Binghua? Sing it to me. ”

I stood in front of him stupidly, humming those few words of Lu Binghua. Outside the door, Charles passed by, glanced at us, and went over with a basin.

"Tell me, do you know the woman in the red cotton jacket last night?" He asked, after eating a pig's knuckle and not drinking the beer, I hurriedly opened another spicy chicken leg for him.

"I really don't know, I always feel a little familiar." I said, and then I told the female ghost I saw when I fell into the pond, but I changed the pond to Guillotine Gorge.

"Is there really a water ghost in Guillotine Gorge?" He asked.

"How do I know, I was so young at that time!"

"A thousand yuan, let's go to your mother's grave and have a look." He said.

"Why are you looking at my mother's grave?" I asked, puzzled.

"I don't know, I didn't let the ghost into the house last night, but the woman went in by herself, and her will was quite tenacious. That's why I asked, do you know her, and with your story, I can only speculate that she is your mother. ”

"But my mother is not in the mass grave, she is buried in the mountain behind my house." I say.

"That's why I asked you to take me to see it!"

He ate and drank to his heart's content, tore a tissue to wipe his hands, and reached out to me for money.

"Let's go and see first, the money is not on you, you can go home with me and get it later." I say.

"Okay, don't play tricks on me."

So I took him from the mountain road to the mountain behind my house, so as not to attract everyone's attention in the village. Zhang Peng's analysis is reasonable, but my mother was not in the mass grave at all, and I am sure of this, because when I was a child, my father and grandmother often took me to the grave.