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Over time, the corpse chasers invented a set of methods specifically to deal with the situation.

However, this is not like the TV show, where white-haired zongzi come out at every turn.

Although that thing did exist, who could have nothing to do to find their ancestors hundreds of years ago and dig them up?

Grandma's husband is a corpse chaser.

On the first day of her marriage, Grandma was scared half to death.

Flower candles in the cave room, a moment of spring night.

Grandma got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and just opened the door, she suddenly saw a person standing straight in the corner of the yard.

She thought that some of the guests who had drunk too much had come to the cave room again, and shouted at the figure angrily.

There was no response.

Grandma boldly walked over and found the man standing against the wall, wearing new clothes, but with a red cloth over his head.

Grandma tore off the red cloth on the man's head, and was about to scold him, but she swallowed back the words that came to her mouth in fright.

I saw that the man's face was pale, half of his head was gone, Bai Huahua's brain had solidified, one eye was not known who put it in his brain, and the black eyes were staring at him.

Grandma said that she peed her pants that time.

Later, she also wore men's clothes and worked as a corpse chaser with her husband.

It wasn't until a few years later, while on a night trip, that she and her husband fell into a deep pit.

At that time, she was in pain, and she saw her husband crawl out alone.

She wanted to stop her husband.

But before he could say anything, he fainted.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on a coffin, my husband lying next to him, his stomach was cut by a broken wood, his intestines were flowing to the ground, and he had already died of exhaustion.

She carried her husband's body home, took out the remaining internal organs, and mixed them with lime and some medicine to keep his body from decomposing.

It was also from then that she discovered that she was able to see something strange.

After a long time, she slowly understood that those things were ghosts.

At the cost of her own eyes, she left one of her husband's souls in her body until now.

Every once in a while, the husband wakes up.

Despite his delirium, he was able to recognize himself.

That's why she brought me back on the first day I came to the village.

Perhaps, it is also because of the same sickness.

I listened to her story, but I didn't know what to say.

Grandma sighed, slowly stood up, picked up the quilt curtain and walked in.

I could hear her sobbing faintly, but I didn't know how to comfort her.

When I went back to my room, I couldn't sleep.

I know that I am not qualified to sympathize with Grandma.

Because at least, she can keep her husband by her side.

And I, with only a string of ghost tears.

My book reviews gradually increased, and people were paying attention to the story of me and Qingxian, which made me very happy.

But I don't want to make up things.

Qingxian is gone, and I don't have anything to write about.

After a week of interruptions, the only few readers scolded.

I was upset to watch, so I simply turned off the computer and walked up the mountain alone to relax my mood.

I have to say that the scenery of this place is good, and it can be called beautiful mountains and rivers.

The small mountain stream is babbling, and occasionally a few small fish chase and swim by.

Soak yourself in a cool stream, rest your head on a rock, and feel a little erratic.

Suddenly, I felt that my ears were a little itchy, and when I reached out and touched it, it was a hair.

I'm bald, and I don't have that long hair anywhere else.

The thing was sticking to the face, and it was a little disgusting.

After a while, a few more hairs stuck to my face, completely ruining my mood that I had finally felt comfortable.

Looking at those hairs, it is estimated that there is a woman taking a bath upstream.

There was a sudden little excitement in my heart, but I managed to kill them.

As I got dressed, I didn't notice that a hair seemed to come alive and was quietly wrapping around my ankle.

Grandma was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, and when she saw me coming back, she nodded at me.

Suddenly, her face changed slightly.

I was stunned and hurried over.

Grandma asked me:

"Where have you been?"

"Took a bath in the mountain stream."

Grandma pointed behind me:

"Look at your shadow."

I turned my head to look at the ground, only to find that my shadow actually had long hair!

Although I was a lot more courageous during this time, I still felt a little afraid.

"Ah, grandma, what's going on?"

Grandma's face was not very good-looking, and the crutches in her hand pestled the ground:

"Baby, I'm afraid you're entangled in something in the mountains."

I'm in a hurry:

"So what should I do?"

Grandma reached out and touched my head.

"Don't panic, wait and see what this thing is going to do."

I thought I would be very scared, but the truth is that on top of the faint fear, there is more curiosity and anticipation.

At night, I lay in bed and turned off the lights, and I was a little excited.

In the sweltering summer, my door was blown open by the wind.

You don't have to think about it to know that "it" is coming.

I slammed into my bed to see what it was.

But his head hit something hard, and he was dizzy.

In a daze, I saw the green strings again.

She walked gently to the side of the bed, and the red dress on her body slipped quietly, revealing a carcass like mutton fat.

I felt something in the middle of my body start to move.

I stretched out my hands and roamed over her, whispering my thoughts.

All of a sudden, my neck tightened and I could barely breathe.

The strong feeling of suffocation made me a little sober, and I vaguely saw a back figure floating out of the doorway.

Grandma appeared in front of me with an oil lamp and looked at me with a smile.

I embarrassedly pulled the quilt over my body to hide my ugliness.

"I almost forgot, you still have the amulet."

Grandma said in a mocking tone.

I already understood what was happening, scratched my head in a wry, and didn't speak.

Grandma handed me a strangely shaped wood pendant and turned to go back.

I stroked the tears on my neck, feeling a little guilty.

Later, Grandma told me that the tears of ghosts are the nemesis of all evil things, and 99 ghost tears, which are called "soul crystals" according to legend, have a certain suppression of all evil things.

I plucked it from my neck and held it in my hands and watched it sparkle in the sun.

You've always been there for me, haven't you?

A few days later, I left the stockade and went to a city.

Grandma said that Qingxian will not be reincarnated, but will choose to borrow the body to be reincarnated.

It is to borrow the corpse to return the sun.

I firmly believe that Qingxian must be waiting for me somewhere in this world, and I am going to find her.

Back in the city, I was a little uncomfortable.

The sky lost its clarity and the air became dirty.

I knew my story had to be written.

My next story is waiting for me somewhere......