Out of Xu's house, I didn't go back to the mountain directly, but took out a flashlight from the cloth bag and ran to the grave of Uncle Xu, it was almost twelve o'clock at that time, the sky in the countryside was very pure, as long as it was not a rainy day, you could see the starry sky. That night was no exception.

It happened to be the middle of the month again, and the weather was also very good, and the moonlight was like silver. The mountains in the distance are like sleeping lions and beasts, calm as a stone, and the faint mist between the mountains embellishes this big black guy with more mystery.

With the sound of farewell from the local dogs in the village, I quickly walked towards the mountain where Uncle Xu's body was buried. I clearly remember the mood at that time, it was a disobedience, saying too much about anything seemed redundant, and the only thing that could prove myself was action, and I was aggrieved in my panic. I had good intentions in this matter, and I really wanted to help, but I was blasted out, and my heart was very unbalanced.

I'm young and vigorous, and I want to prove that I'm right right away, and I don't care about anything else, but in any case, if I don't figure it out as soon as possible, I'm afraid I won't even be able to sleep well. If this incident was caused by the killing of Japanese soldiers, then I don't need to explain more, the matter is naturally clear. If not, I will immediately take the initiative to apologize. No two words. At that time, when you are young, you are easy to be impulsive when you are young, and you will also have a glass heart. Once the glass heart, I will cry when I am wronged, and that is the first time I have been made by a victim with tears in my eyes.

Walking all the way, all I could see was the new pile of graves on the mountainside. Follow the path that the funeral procession walked out of. Constantly wiping his moist eyes, like a lovelorn child. Thinking about it now, it's also very stupid and naïve.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, especially the mountain road at night, the black mud and white stones, some stones protrude more, but at night it is not very clear, because of walking too fast, during the period was tripped by the stone once. Fortunately, it is thick in winter and there is no trauma. The occasional cooing bird in the mountains sounded like a mockery of the deranged child. This little neurotic who runs towards a new grave in the middle of the night!

I saw Uncle Xu's grave from a distance, not a grave to be exact, but a large wreath pile, on which dozens of large wreaths were densely piled. It was a little cold at night in winter, but I was feverish, maybe I was running too fast and too fast. I didn't feel it when I stopped, and after I stopped, I found that the clothes inside were already soaked with sweat. After taking off his coat, a cold wind penetrated into his body, and he suddenly shivered coldly.

The wind on the mountain is very strong, whirring and blowing, the nearby pine trees keep swaying from side to side, the mountain is calm but not quiet, from time to time there are boring branches that are blown by the wind and then fall down, in front of you is a grave, a grave with a story.

When I came to the grave, I first put a stick of incense on this old man Xu as atonement, because the wind was too strong. If you can't light a red candle, you naturally can't set up a soul shouting array. But I know that this old man Xu is in the grave, so I have a way to force it out. How to force? That's to move its tomb. Panting for breath, he kept pulling the wreath on it.

The "Zizi Zizi......" wreath is made of some paper and plastic paper, and the sound of pulling it up is particularly loud, which also helps to let Uncle Xu's soul hear. It's rude, but at this moment, there's nothing I can do. After a while, there was a sudden chill in my back. Then the faint moonlight, my eyes looked behind me a little, and a rickety, thin old spirit god in a shroud stood behind me. It's out.

"What are you doing, young man? As soon as I was in the ground, you came to dig up my grave?" The faint voice behind me reached my ears, and I thought it was coming from all directions, and I couldn't tell the source of the sound at all.

I knew that it was standing behind me, but I wondered in my heart, I wondered why this old man Xu only apologized when he was called out by me in the hall, but now he can still ask?

Even though I had doubts in my heart, I was still happy. Later, I asked Master what was going on, and Master told me that the spirit spirit does things purposefully, or directionally, for example, if it wants to repent, then it will always do it. I wasn't very good at shouting souls, so I couldn't change its direction. When I pull the tomb of the spirit, it wants to know why I pull his grave. So it's time to say something else instead of an endless apology. In addition, the spirit god himself appeared and took the initiative to communicate, which is much stronger than shouting the soul at this time. It's easy to change that kind of orientation. There will be no limitations for me to communicate with him again.

Facts have also proved so, I tried to communicate with this old man Xu again, and there was no hindrance.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Xu, do you have an impression of me?" I was pleasantly surprised to ask. I didn't look back and I knew it was fragile.

The voice behind came faintly: "I remember you, I was called out by you in my house just now, what do you want to do?"

He asked, apparently because he didn't hear what I said when he was in the hall, and he apologized to himself. Helpless, I asked again: "Uncle Xu, you gave your younger generation a dream, saying that you are at fault, you can't enter the reincarnation, why?" I'm always helping you."

Huhuhu~ After I finished speaking, I could only hear the wind around me, and it didn't speak again, what does silence mean? Is it an unspeakable guilt or a knot in the future?

The afterglow of his eyes looked at the ground behind him, and the cloth shoes with thousands of soles were still standing firmly on the ground. It didn't leave, I continued: "Don't have any scruples, if this obsession can't be solved, you won't be able to walk steadily, not to mention that your family is worried about you, even for them, you should talk to me well. Don't worry, I won't go out and talk nonsense, it's my most basic professional ethics."

Silence, then silence, I heard my words, but did not answer, I was helpless, in order to prove my guess, I said ruthlessly: "Did you kill a Japanese soldier before?" During the questioning, I took the compass out of the cloth bag and began to test its response to the question.

I have been entangled in this sentence for a long time, because this is just an immature guess on my part, if it weren't for this incident, then this old man Xu would definitely become as angry as his son, once it was angry, although it couldn't hurt me, but it could completely ignore me and disappear directly. Then I don't have a clue about this matter. It can be said that this sentence is all or nothing.

After the words were asked, the compass's reaction was very strong. Obviously, this matter also has a big knot in its heart, it remembers it very well, and maybe it has been apologizing all along, and it is really for this matter.

Although it didn't speak, the compass's reaction told me the answer, and this matter must be a knot for it.

"You ......" I interrupted before I could say anything: "Yes, yes, I was at fault. All of this was arranged by God, and more than 60 years ago, I buried a Japanese soldier alive here with my own hands, and today, I am arranged to be buried in this place."

"What? Buried alive? You are buried alive here as a Japanese soldier?" I asked in surprise. What surprised me was not to be buried alive, it was not uncommon to be buried alive, in that era of war, all kinds of ways to die emerged. It's just that this location is also too coincidental. And this Uncle Xu has received such a big apology, which can show a very terrifying thing, that is, the soul of this Japanese soldier is still in this place. No wonder this old man Xu will innocently break the coffin on the day of the funeral. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder in my heart, I haven't touched the soul of this Japanese soldier, I don't know if it's good or evil, and according to this old man Xu, it's around here. If I come out and attack me, I won't be able to eat and walk away.

Thinking of this, I was a little scared, I had no chance of winning against something I hadn't touched before. It's okay to send souls, but I'll only go back to do it if I'm safe. This suddenly adds an element of uncertainty to how I can remain calm.

(Thank you for voting, it's very powerful, it remains in sixth place, I went out today, but I've been writing since I got home at four o'clock, and I've been writing until now, and I'll revise it and send it out.) <