It's too late to take it now——[^small^said. Our hearts hung in our throats, hoping that the man didn't see the tool bag.

But then again, in the middle of the night, it was a 'messy' grave. What is this man here for? Certainly not the good kind. I have an idea in my heart, once my identity is revealed for a while, we will bite back, damn, they are all thieves, thieves eat thieves, and no one will laugh at anyone.

Of course, this is a last resort of desperation.

I was thinking about it when I suddenly caught a glimpse of Chen Pi's movements, he squeezed the shovel handle tightly, squinted his eyes, and his eyes were a little resolute and cold. My heart trembled, and I thought to myself, he won't hurt people.

Now the atmosphere was extremely tense, and the man was getting closer and closer. I didn't dare to remind Chen Pi to calm down, so I could only take one step at a time. A drop of cold sweat ran down the corner of his eyebrows.

The man sneaked up to the mound, and a light lit up, and he turned on his flashlight. The man shone a flashlight, not knowing what he was looking for.

Chen Pi's eyes were good, and when he saw the appearance of this person at a glance, he grabbed me and made a mouth shape. I was so nervous. It was dark and dark, and I didn't know what he was saying. Chen Pi stared at the man closely. I didn't blink my eyelids.

The man shook his flashlight around and swept over the mound, and Chen Pi and I stuck behind him, but he didn't see it. The man walked slowly across the mound and continued inside. The light entered the woods and swayed from branch to branch.

I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Chen Pi patted me and squeezed out two words from between my teeth: "Follow." ”

I was so scared that I was about to pee, and the courage I had to dig the grave just now had already been lost, and I wanted to go home now. I grabbed Chen Pi, hated him for being troublesome, and whispered, "Go back." ”

"Come back," Chen Pi said, "Do you know who this person is?" ”

"Who?"

"Poor ghost old seven." Chen Pi said.

I blinked, confused, "What is he doing here?" ”

"In the middle of the night, it's boring. The latest chapter" Chen Pi said: "I have a hunch. This kid didn't calculate anything good, I'm going to see what he does. He grabbed his shovel and burrowed into the woods.

I stomped my foot. He also picked up the shovel and followed behind.

The two of us cautiously shuttled through the woods, and the visibility was very low at night, and we didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, so we could only 'feel' the dark and look at the light in front of us. After a short time, I came to the edge of the grove, and I was about to go out, when Chen Pi quickly grabbed me with his hand and dragged me behind a big tree. We peeked out through the gaps between the branches.

Outside is a large cemetery, and the poor ghost Lao Qi came here and didn't leave, shining a flashlight on the tombstones one by one, as if checking the names of the people on the tombstones.

"What is he going to do?" I bit the tangerine peel's ear and said.

Chen Pi glared at me: "San'er, you just gave me that spell book, I should have asked you about such a thing, you are blind if you learn spells." ”

Let him be sarcastic, I didn't speak, and stared at the poor ghost Lao Qi not far away.

The poor ghost Lao Qi walked around, and the figure stopped, and the flashlight shone on a tombstone, swaying back and forth. He put the tool bag he was carrying on his back in front of the stele, rummaged in it, and actually turned out an unopened long incense stick. He tore open the bag with his teeth, took out three long sticks of red incense sticks from it, lit them with a lighter, and then 'inserted' them into the grave.

The corners of our eyes jumped, Chen Pi looked at me in disbelief, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What does he want to do?" ”

"Look." I say.

The poor ghost Lao Qi took out a big steamed bun from the bag again. This steamed bun can top five of ordinary steamed buns, and there seems to be a red dot on it. Then he took out another bowl, put the steamed buns on the mouth of the bowl, and put them on the grave together. [^Small^ said. Net]

He took out a pair of red chopsticks from his pocket, tapped the bowl lightly a few times, and whispered something that was too far away to be heard.

"What the hell are you doing?" Chen Pi asked eagerly.

I swallowed, and in a trance, I remembered that there seemed to be a record of these actions in the book. I didn't dare to jump to conclusions and said, "Let's see." ”

After the chatter, the poor ghost Lao Qi actually 'touched' a yellow 'colored' piece of burning paper from the bag, holding a thick black pen, and wrote something on it. He writes a few strokes, stops to look at the words on the tombstone, and continues writing. It seems that he is copying the words on the tombstone.

When he had finished copying, he stuffed the pen and burnt paper into a bag, then knelt respectfully in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.

He carried the bag, and we thought we were leaving, but who knew that he swept the words on other graves with a flashlight and came to another grave. I followed the process just now. A total of three graveyards were found.

He copied the words on the three tombstones on burnt paper, picked up the bag, and hurried back the way he came.

Chen Pi and I hurried to the back of a big rock and watched his figure fade away. Chen Pi touched me: "This old boy must be hiding a cat." ”

I 'touched' my chin and groaned, "I seem to have guessed what he's doing." ”

"What is he doing?" Chen Pi asked.

"He's summoning spirits." I say.

Chen Pi was immediately shocked, his face was a little pale, and he stumbled and said, "No." ”

I said suspiciously, "It looks like it, but some details are wrong." No matter what he does, he must be doing some evil 'door' crooked tricks. ”

"Like us?" Chen Pi said.

His words reminded me, I 'touched' my chin and fell into thought, as long as it was a normal human being, no one would sleep in the middle of the night and sneak away to the cemetery. The poor ghost Lao Qi must have his own purpose.

I said, "Chen Pi, what you said makes sense, did the poor ghost Lao Qi also use some ghostly spells in order to win money in gambling?" ”

"It's weird." Chen Pi said, "I've never heard of him knowing magic?" If he really knew these things, he wouldn't be poor today. ”

I thought about it for a moment and made up my mind: "Let's go, let's go to his house and see what he's doing?" ”

Chen Pi nodded: "I think so too, this old boy is hiding an ulterior secret, maybe our pig god was stolen by him." ”

We agreed not to dig graves, packed up our things, and hurried down the mountain back to the village with our bags.

They all live in a village, and we all know where the poor ghost Laoqi's home is, just go to his house directly, and don't need to follow on the road. Chen Pi was anxious and pulled me to run all the way from the path, and we soon returned to the village. In the middle of the night, the village was silent, there was no light to be seen, and the villagers went to bed early.

Chen Pi and I trotted all the way along the root of the wall and came to the house of the poor ghost Lao Qi.

When we arrived, we found out that the poor ghost had not returned. Also, we were in a hurry to go, for fear of making a mistake, so we took a shortcut and trotted all the way, and actually walked in front of the master's house.

Chen Pi gave me a look, and we came to the back wall. The courtyard walls of every household in the village are not too high, they all live in a village, and there are no outsiders, so it is impossible to attract thieves, so the courtyard walls of every household are so meaningful, whether they are the same, and they will pass as soon as they are turned over.

Chen Pi and I trotted all the way, stepped on the wall to the top of the wall, and jumped into the courtyard. There are three rooms in the poor ghost Lao Qi's house, one on the left, one on the right and one in the middle, and the lights are dark at this time. We went to the 'doors' of the house and saw that each of the 'doors' was locked. Chen Pi lay on the crack of the 'door' of the main room and looked in, and he couldn't see anything in the black 'hole' and 'hole'.

"What should I do?" He asked.

Chen Pi smiled bitterly: "It's not enough to pick the lock, wait." ”

The two of us squatted in the sheltered place behind the house, and we didn't dare to 'smoke' cigarettes, so we just waited. No matter how he waited, Chen Pi was extremely anxious, and kept scolding: "Why did you go so slowly." It's just a pig, and it should run back. "The name is long.

Although it was sheltered from the wind, it was still a little 'cloudy' and cold at night, so I leaned against the wall and wrapped my clothes tightly and closed my eyes to recuperate. What happened tonight was really strange, I really didn't expect it to be here.

Just as I was thinking about it, I only heard the sound of the courtyard door unlocking, Chen Pi kicked me, and then quietly probed to look.

I quickly stood up and followed to see, and the poor ghost Lao Qi came back in the dim moonlight. It seemed that he was not lightly tired, and he couldn't stop panting, and came to the 'door' of the main house with a big tool bag, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the lock tremblingly.

The door opened, and he staggered in, shutting the door, and the light came on.

Chen Pi made a gesture, and he rushed out with his waist bent, and I followed closely. We slipped through the wall to the 'door' and leaned down tightly, fearing that our figures would be reflected in the window.

Chen Pi knelt on the ground, carefully lying on his stomach and looking in through the crack in the 'door', he looked very carefully, and his eyes did not blink.

I patted him and asked with a gesture what was inside. Chen Pi shook his head and got out of the way for me to see.

I leaned over to look, and the angle was limited, and I could only see a limited number of things through the crack in the 'door'. A broken table and a broken cabinet, a plate of 'flower' raw rice on the table, an old-fashioned semiconductor next to it, a quartz clock hanging on the wall, ticking the second hand, and nothing else to be seen. The poor ghost Lao Qi didn't know where he went.

We didn't dare to push the 'door' in, so we could only squat under the window and wait, but there was still no sound inside.

I was a little impatient, and I was just about to beckon Chen Pi to leave, when suddenly there was movement in the house.

We looked at each other, but neither of us spoke, and listened with our ears sideways. When I listen to this voice, I will be stupid.

The sound was actually the "arch" pig cry.

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