In the small courtyard, there are stacks of large and small gift bags.

Five people sat around a large round table.

"Little brother, what's so embarrassing."

I don't know if it's because I drank wine or because I'm embarrassed, Uncle Gao Xiaotong's face was flushed.

"Yes, you're Tongtong's classmate, so it's not good."

Gao Xiaotong's mother also agreed.

"It's okay, uncles and aunts, don't be polite, it's all your own family."

Bian Shaowen grinned, and unceremoniously picked up a piece of chicken and threw it into his mouth and chewed it.

Hearing this, Gao Xiaotong's mother and uncle turned their heads to look at Zhang Fan again, and they also saw that Bian Shaowen was listening to Zhang Fan's instructions.

Zhang Fan also understood what they meant by looking at him at this moment, and immediately smiled, but didn't say anything.

"Uncle, you just accept it, and it should be honored by your niece."

Gao Xiaotong made a round, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Fan: "Brother Fan, thank you, and Bian Shao." ”

Since this is the case, Uncle Gao Xiaotong naturally couldn't refuse anymore, and immediately ordered Gao Xiaotong to buy wine.

After three rounds of drinking, Uncle Gao Xiaotong let go, and he was happy to eat a meal.

After dinner, after resting for a while, Zhang Fan proposed to go to the barren mountain cemetery together.

After learning that Zhang Fan and others were also going to the barren mountain cemetery, Uncle Gao Xiaotong told about his personal experience.

A few years ago, when he burned paper money for his old father, it was already dark when he went down the mountain because he went late.

But just as he was about to leave the barren mountain, two figures, an old man and a young man, suddenly came out in front of him.

Originally, he thought that the two of them were lost, and in the simplicity of the countrymen, he thought of helping them.

But when they got closer, the old man and the young man suddenly took their heads off.

Uncle Gao Xiaotong was scared on the spot, and ran straight home, and after that, he was even more seriously ill, and he didn't dare to go to the barren mountain anymore.

As soon as the story was finished, the three young people except Gao Xiaotong's mother burst out laughing.

Immediately, Uncle Gao Xiaotong was anxious: "Don't believe it, what I said is true." ”

"Haha, uncle, don't worry, do you know who he is?"

Bian Shaowen pointed at Zhang Fan and laughed loudly: "He is a master of catching ghosts, and ghosts are afraid that he is almost the same." ”

"Oh?"

Uncle Gao Xiaotong was taken aback, looked at Zhang Fan carefully, and then made a decision:

"I haven't burned paper for my father for several years, and since this little brother has the ability to catch ghosts, I'll go with you later."

This proposal, Zhang Fan and others naturally did not refuse.

So, a few people worked together, quickly cleaned up, and then bought a lot of incense, candles, and paper money in the small shop at the entrance of the village, and then Bian Shaowen drove to the barren mountain together.

It's just that Zhang Fan took advantage of everyone's inattention and put a black leather bag in his hand under the bed of Uncle Gao Xiaotong's house.

The journey to the barren mountains is not far, but it is very bumpy.

Because he had just eaten and drunk, Zhang Fan felt that his stomach was overturned, and he almost vomited out what he had just eaten.

Finally, forty minutes later, the group reached the foot of the barren mountain.

For the rest of the journey, you have to walk.

Bian Shaowen and Zhang Fan took the initiative to take most of the things, and the remaining little was given to Gao Xiaotong and the others.

Along the way, a few people chatted, but they didn't feel anything.

For Zhang Fan, this place can be regarded as a revisit, but I don't know if those ghosts can come out during the day.

It didn't take long for several people to arrive at the location of the deserted graveyard.

Although they hadn't been here for a few years, Gao Xiaotong and the others quickly found Mr. Gao's grave.

In front of the grave, the three of them knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, constantly burning some paper money, incense and candles.

Seeing the pity, Zhang Fan also felt a little sad in his heart.

After a long time, Gao Xiaotong stood up, walked to Zhang Fan's side, and said, "Brother Fan, can you let my grandfather come out for a while?"

Zhang Fan shook his head and pointed to the sky: "It's daylight, and your grandfather can't come out, so he can only come out at night." ”

"Oh, that's right."

Gao Xiaotong nodded, then ran over and knelt in front of his grandfather's grave, whispering something in his uncle's ear.

It was so far away that Zhang Fan couldn't hear it at all, and could only see her uncle showing a thoughtful expression after listening to it, but it didn't take long for him to nod his head fiercely.

After a while, all the paper money had been burned, all the incense and candles had been lit, and Uncle Gao Xiaotong put a roll of artillery on the grave, and the three of them left the cemetery and walked over.

"Brother Fan, I discussed it with my uncle, we want to stay and wait until we see grandpa in the evening before leaving."

As soon as Gao Xiaotong came over, he said in an astonishing voice.

"Yes, little brother, you can do me a favor, and we'll meet."

Did her uncle also echo it?

"Uh~ Okay then."

Zhang Fan originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, after tonight, all the wild ghosts and spirits here would be sent to the underworld for reincarnation.

In this case, it is not impossible for them to see their relatives.

"Great, thank you Brother Fan."

I don't remember how many times Gao Xiaotong thanked him today, anyway, I always have to say thank you every once in a while.

A few people found an open space and sat down, chatting and waiting for dark.

According to Uncle Gao Xiaotong, only a small part of these cemeteries here belong to Gaojia Village, and the rest are poor people who don't know where they come from, can't afford to buy a cemetery, and then want the deceased to be buried in peace.

It was already afternoon when a few people came, and the time for small talk passed relatively quickly, and it didn't take long for the sky to get dark.

As the sky darkened, Gao Xiaotong's expressions began to become nervous.

Because Zhang Fan said that there is not only a ghost of Mr. Gao here, but a group of people.

Although Zhang Fan was here, the few of them couldn't help but be a little scared, after all, it was a group of ghosts.

In this tense atmosphere, it was completely dark.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and by the moonlight, the grave not far away was even more silvery and terrifying.

Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind blew, and the leaves made a 'cross-pull' sound.

Frightened, Gao Xiaotong grabbed Zhang Fan's sleeve tightly.

Not long after, Zhang Fan saw a figure constantly appearing in the cemetery, gathered in groups of three or five, not knowing what he was doing, and Mr. Gao was among them.

"Did you see your grandfather?"

Zhang Fan asked, staring at the cemetery.

"Is it out? Where is it? ”

Gao Xiaotong exclaimed in a low voice, but still didn't find anything.

At this time, Zhang Fan reacted that Gao Xiaotong and the others couldn't see the ghosts, and then Zhang Fan called out the ghost scholar again, wanting to ask how to make the ghosts manifest.

As the ghost scholar appeared, a yin wind suddenly struck, and a group of ghosts not far away were also disturbed, and they all turned their heads to look.

(End of chapter)