At a fork in the road in this barren mountain in the middle of the night, Hu Da pouted his ass and blew the fire fold there, waiting for the fire fold to blow it with difficulty, and when he was about to light the fire, he found that the cloth bag given by Wu Banxian was a little different from the last time, and there was actually an extra book in it.

It is impossible to see what kind of book it is by the light of the black light, Hu Dawei thought that it was going to be burned for a while anyway, so it was better to light the book directly, and it should be able to see what it was by illuminating it through the burning flame.

Thinking so in his heart, he had already put the fire fold under the page, blew a few breaths, and then blew out a stream of sparks, and set the book on fire. Hu Dafang grabbed it with one hand and had to avoid the flames that spread upward, and by the light generated by the burning, he found that there was a word written on the cover of the book, the account book.

Because after seeing that this was the account book, Hu Da shook his arms for a while, and suddenly felt a pain in his hand, only to find that the fire had burned two-thirds of the account book, so he quickly threw the account book on the ground, but he felt that something was wrong, why did he let himself burn the account book? What does burning the ledger have to do with the dead child? Didn't he pretend to be wrong in his hurry? As soon as I thought of this, I found that the burning ledger had ignited the pile of burning paper underneath, and it became a fire.

Hu Dabian hurriedly raised his foot to step on the fire, but he didn't know why he didn't extinguish the fire, and it burned more and more, almost not burning his trouser legs. Seeing this, Hu Dawei hurriedly picked up the branches on the ground, picked out the account books that were almost burned out in the fire, and then stepped on the fire with the soles of his shoes.

With the help of the fire burning on the side, Hu Dabao picked up the burned account book on the ground that was almost unrecognizable, and gently opened a few pages, but it was also blackened by the fire, and the details of the accounts could be vaguely seen, and the amount was written on the back. And the front is burned gone, only a paste can be seen, and there is a word "smoke" in front of it after a careful look, which is connected to smoke paste.

Hu Da raised his head violently, and he suddenly muttered: "No wonder that Wu Banxian has so much money, and he still pretends to be a god!" It turns out that this grandson sells big cigarettes! "This Hu Da is happy, and he is worried about how to get the money from Wu Banxian. It's okay now, if you dare to take him to the public security bureau without giving money, you can tell him what's going on, and you can scare him to death.

Just when he thought that he had grabbed Wu Banxian's handle, Hu Dabian forgot what he was here for, and the warmth brought by the fire in front of him made him a little proud, and at this moment, suddenly someone behind him called softly: "Second child"

This voice is not far away, it is not close and very ethereal, and Hu Da's back suddenly stiffened when he heard it, and his brothers usually call him the second child. This sound was nothing, it was possible that someone ran out to play with him, but Hu Dawei heard it clearly just now, and the voice seemed to be made by a woman. In the middle of the night, in such a desolate and inaccessible place, it is impossible for anyone to know him, let alone a woman.

Hu Dazhu slowly put the broken ledger into his pocket, then stuck the branch into the fire and inserted it into the paper underneath that had not been fully burned, and twisted the branch around a few times. Wrap around a ball of burning paper, like a torch. He was going to throw himself behind him, trying to illuminate who was calling him.

But before Hu Da threw out, he felt that his shoulders were sinking, as if a hand was on his shoulder, with a hint of coldness, and his shoulders were almost numb from the cold. A strange feeling spread from his shoulders to his whole body, making Hu Dafang shiver.

Just when Hu Dawei was about to turn around to see who it was, he suddenly remembered what Wu Banxian had said to him. It seems that when someone is holding someone on the shoulder when burning paper, you must not turn back, if you turn back, you will die!

The sentence that was originally going to be forgotten came to mind coldly, according to Wu Banxian's meaning. At this time, it should be a ghost on the shoulder, but where did the ghost come from? Why do you want to put on your shoulder, do you want to make a friend or what, Hu Dafang's brain is a little messy at this time, after thinking about it, his face is hot, he is baked by the fire in front of him, and the branch in his hand is still inserted in the fire, and it is already burning and crackling at this time.

Hu Dafang clenched the branch in his hand, and didn't look back and asked in a low voice: "Who?" ”

No one behind him answered, but the pressure on his shoulders was still there, Hu Dafang tried the branch in his hand, which could be pulled out of the fire, and then prepared to give something behind him. But subconsciously glanced at his shoulder, but found that there was a piece of dead grass on his shoulder, which seemed to be blown down by the wind in the weeds behind him, and it happened to fall on his shoulder, and he thought that the ghost had taken his shoulder.

Because he saw that it was just the dead grass on his shoulder, Hu Dafang scolded: "This broken grass wants to scare people to death!" After speaking, he turned his head, wanting to see where he fell down and hit himself, but this time he turned around, he saw a person hiding in the distance, and seemed to find that Hu Dabao turned his head to look behind him, and he actually disappeared into the weeds.

Hu Dabao raised his hand and scratched his head, still muttering in his heart whether it was a human or a ghost? What is he doing with him? Thinking of this, he looked at the place where the person disappeared a few more times, and after finding nothing, he quickly poked the fire that was still burning a few times, turned the paper over, and burned it into ashes at a faster pace, and then sprinkled urine on the pile of paper ash that was still sparking, put on his pants and was about to leave, and suddenly remembered one thing, this Wu Banxian also gave him a piece of paper, and asked him to read it when he burned the paper, but the paper was estimated to have been burned in the panic just now, and he couldn't read it.

Hu Dazhu looked down and then smiled evilly, raised his hand and patted his coat pocket, thinking to himself, anyway, the paper is burned, go to Wu Banxian early tomorrow morning, take out all the tickets to honor your Grandpa Hu, and then go back the same way.

There was nothing going on tonight, Hu Da came back on tiptoe, and he didn't turn on the oil lamp, so he took off his clothes in the dark and got into his bed, and fell asleep snoring after a while. The night was still very long, and the night in the countryside was even darker and calmer, and the silence was dotted with the sound of insects and wind, like a serene lullaby that made the grave rush brothers who had been nervous for several days relax and fall asleep. But there were two people squatting outside the dormitory, both in black coats, hidden in the dark and not easy to find. After a while, another person came running from a distance, the one who followed Hu Dawei just now, the three of them got together, and one of them whispered to the other two: "This second child just walked to the grave, and burned a bunch of papers on the side of the road, I don't know why, remember this matter, and report it to Captain Xu when I go back." The other two nodded, and replied, "There's no movement inside, and nothing unusual has been found, so keep staring." ”

The three of them then hid by the wall and listened to the movement in the house, looked up and counted the stars, and did not dare to smoke any cigarettes, for fear that someone would find out about the light, so they had to whisper this sentence by sentence.

Just as they were staring at the movement of the grave team, a slender old face with a pair of yellow eyes slowly poked out of a bush not far from them, and slowly turned to the three people. (To be continued......)