"Holy shit."

I put my luggage on the ground, raised my hand, rubbed my eyes, and glanced at it again very carefully and seriously.

When I was sure that the tombstone was written with the words "Fang Shiliang", I had a feeling of dreaming.

"Holy shit." I lit a cigarette in a cold sweat, put it in my mouth and took two puffs, which was considered to suppress my shock, and muttered with words in my mouth: "Fang Shiliang can't be a ghost."

Whether Fang Shiliang is a human or a ghost, I really don't know this.

Judging from his usual habits, this grandson's eating, drinking, and lazing are very normal, and he also has a body temperature similar to ours on the surface of his body, and he will scold the street when he is drunk, and snoring when he is asleep

No matter where you look at it, that grandson should be a person, but if you think about it carefully, Fang Shiliang's body is full of mountains and rivers, so his physical body is already different from ordinary people.

There is no doubt about that.

"What's going on?" I said, holding a cigarette in my mouth, and walked over boldly, intending to see what was going on.

From left to right, I looked at them one by one.

These three graves look extremely shabby, to put it bluntly, they are just three small mounds of earth.

The tombstones in front of the grave are all made of wood.

To say that these are tombstones, to say that they are ugly, just like the wooden signs inserted on the ancient mass graves, the edges are a little uneven, how to look at how unreliable.

But strangely, none of these tombstones seem to have been erected in recent years, but there is no trace of decay.

You have to pay attention, this place is open-air.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, the wind, sun, rain, snow and burial still failed to leave a trace on the tombstone.

The grave on the far left was overgrown with weeds, and around it were seven or eight empty jars of wine, as well as countless cigarette butts.

The owner of this tomb is called Fang Shi'an.

"Fang Shiliang Fang Shi'an" I squatted in front of the tombstone, looking at the only three words on it, and felt a little puzzled: "This can't be Fang Shiliang's brother, or his family?" Why didn't I hear from Brother Yi about them?"

Shi An, Shi Liang.

If nothing else, these two names should be used by their peers.

If it is really as I guessed, then what is buried in the tomb is probably Fang Shiliang's elder brother, or younger brother.

After looking at it for a while, I didn't stay in front of this tomb any longer, but walked to the one on the right.

The tombstone standing in front of the grave does have Fang Shiliang's name written on it.

"Fuck this grandson, I can't really die," I muttered, circling the grave.

As I walked behind the grave bag, I was stunned.

Behind the burial bag, there is a very conspicuous pit, which is pitch black, which should lead directly to the center of the burial bag, that is, the place where the person is buried.

This hole

How do you look like someone dug it up

And it seems to be digging a grave from the inside out, and there is no trace of soil on the outside of the bag

"Damn, Fang Shiliang is really a deceitful corpse???" I was so scared that I thought this was mysterious???!

A dead person, after the corpse is cheated, becomes unjust, and then crawls out of the grave, becomes like a living person, and continues to live the life of a living person in the sun

If this plot is used in the film industry, fuck me, it's amazing!

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind me, and before I could react, a palm covered with green tendons landed firmly on my shoulder.

The force on the palm of my hand was so heavy that I didn't even have the slightest intention of resisting.

"Brother Fang Fang, I didn't see anything, I just walked around" I was trembling when I spoke, and the taste of flattery was overflowing: "Then I didn't see anything today, you don't need to think about killing me."

"Really?" Fang Shiliang asked me, and then, the palm of his hand increased a little harder, as if he wanted to crush my shoulder.

At that time, I was really scared to pee, and I wanted to cry and beg for mercy without tears: "Don't play like this!" Brother Fang!! Let's joke about it!! You don't have to come!!! ”

"Stupid."

Fang Shiliang scolded and laughed violently: "Look at you so scared!" Why are you so cowardly?? If Lao Tzu wants to kill people and kill people, then I have to wait for you to beg for mercy?? ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and cautiously glanced back at him, seeing that this grandson's expression was very normal, and there was no murderous performance except for ridicule, so I really put my mind at ease.

"Your uncle's !! Are you okay to scare me?!! I was so angry that I was about to cry, and I was very angry and said to Fang Shiliang: "Let's not bring such a play!" ”

"Are you stupid, if there is something I don't want you to see, why should I bring you up the mountain?" Fang Shiliang smiled: "Hasn't the sunspot also been here?" He hasn't been killed by me, you're afraid of a fart! ”

"Oh yes! If you don't say it, I'll forget it! ”

I reacted suddenly, Kuroko also came here to find Fang Shiliang last time, and got along with him for several days.

That stone house should be the house where Fang Shiliang and Heizi lived during that time.

Now that they all live here, how can they not see these graves?

But Kuroko didn't tell us

"Kuroko didn't tell you, did he?" Fang Shiliang asked me suddenly, as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Well, I didn't say that." I nodded, a little puzzled, "Did he not see it or what?" ”

"He saw it, but I warned him not to talk nonsense outside."

Fang Shiliang sighed: "There are some things, it is better to know less." ”

I didn't continue the conversation with him, but cut straight to what I was interested in, and raised my finger to point to the hole in the back of the grave bag.

"What's going on?" I tentatively asked, "You're not really dead, are you?" ”

"Are you stupid? Can I stand and talk to you when I'm dead? Fang Shiliang replied angrily: "Lao Tzu is now more than 8,000 times more lively than the living, do you say that I am dead or not?" ”

"Then this is"

Before I finished speaking, Fang Shiliang took over the conversation and answered my question in an extremely helpless tone.

"I wanted to die, but I didn't die." Fang Shiliang held a freshly lit cigarette in his mouth, looked at me helplessly, and said with a sigh: "A long time ago, I felt that life was boring, and I especially wanted to die, so I dug the grave and jumped in, and found a few wrongs to bury me alive. ”

Seriously, Fang Shiliang is really not one or two times as good as us gentlemen.

Don't talk about wanting to die, he wants to commit suicide, and he even chooses a way to find a wronged person and bury himself alive, which is too fucking avant-garde???

Of course, I think the best thing is that he can crawl out of the grave again.

"Why did you crawl out again?" I asked.

"It's boring." Fang Shiliang said with a smile: "I've been in it for about a month, I crawled out, I always feel that it's not a way to go on like this, I can't die and still suffer the damn sin, don't say it, it's really comfortable to be buried in the soil, it's like taking a bath!" ”

"You don't have to breathe?" I was a little stunned, stretched out my hand, and tried it in front of Fang Shiliang's nose.

This grandson is indeed breathing!

"I told you, I'm not human anymore." Fang Shiliang showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and there was an inexplicable sadness in his eyes: "Breathing is just a habit, that's it"

He said these two words twice, and I heard them very clearly.

"You're a wrong," I murmured.

"It's not an injustice, in general, I'm still a living person, but my life is harder than the unjust, and I can't die if I want to." Fang Shiliang frowned and replied very seriously.

As he spoke, Fang Shiliang raised his feet and slowly walked to the front of the tomb.

He looked left and right at the graves on both sides, and the smile on his face suddenly became gentle.

It was only then that I remembered that there was one more question I hadn't asked him.

"Brother Fang! Ask you something! I hurriedly followed, and instead of pointing to the grave bag with my hand, I gave Fang Shiliang a look and asked him, "That Fang Shi'an is your family, right?" ”

Hearing this, the smile on Fang Shiliang's face obviously stiffened.

"He's my brother"

Fang Shiliang said, his eyes stayed on the tomb, with a poignant vicissitudes in his eyes.

"Well, my only brother"