Early the next morning, Wen Feng left the school after breakfast and came to the periphery of the cemetery, and he did not enter through the main entrance.

I found an easy place to climb over, dodged the barbed wire fence and entered the cemetery, not caring if anyone would see it.

Hardly anyone came here, and no one came to the cemetery to play when they were full.

The sun has come out, and City B in November is still as hot as ever, and Wen Feng is already sweating slightly after entering the cemetery.

The tombstones all over the mountains, black, white, and gray, make people goosebumps all over their bodies.

Except for some trees, there are hardly any weeds that are too tall, and it seems that someone is still taking care of them, and they are sprayed directly with herbicides.

Wen Feng still admires the people who work in the cemetery, their lives are very hard, and their long-term work seems to have almost half a ghost's bad spirit.

Obscure, seemingly invisible, untouched by cause and effect, no spirit dares to be disrespectful to them.

To hurt them is to oppose one's own good fortune.

The surrounding tombstones were all exuding a trace of yin qi and a faint aura, except for the thick yin aura of a large forest in the distance, it was normal here.

The sun and rain are drenched, and the spirits inside have tempers and are also tempered, and in this blue sky and white day, they dare not come out if they have the courage.

Some people say that a smile is the most beautiful scenery, Wen Feng absolutely does not agree at the moment, looking at the smiles on the tombstones, do you dare to say that it is the most beautiful scenery?

If it is a person, Wen Feng is willing to sacrifice his knee and let you beat him.

For more than an hour, Wen Feng walked around half of the mountain, and did not find anything wrong, he stared at the forest in the distance and walked over directly.

Sure enough, the yin atmosphere is pressing, and as soon as I walk into the greenway under the shade of the trees, I feel cold all over.

Wen Feng formed an enchantment that blocked his breath, and gathered his breath, in order not to alarm everything here.

Just after last night's revelry, most of the spirits fell into a deep sleep, and there were still a few people who looked at this human who couldn't feel breath from a distance with wide eyes.

They cling to the dead branches and leaves under the shade of trees, in the cracks of stones, or in their own "houses".

No matter what form or species, there are always "night cats".

Except for a few graves that existed before the cemetery was developed, the rest of the woods were very large curtains, covering an area of twenty or thirty square meters.

Wen Feng looked at several of them, and all of them marked the tombstones of a former provincial deputy provincial leader, either a big official or a wealthy man.

"Hehe, I really want nothing less before and after death~"

Wenfeng sighed, the big trees here are towering, the environment is beautiful, and the tombs are like villas.

Looking at the tombstones all over the mountains just now, the sun is hot, the wind blows and the sun is shining, like an ordinary community.

Look at the cemetery in the mountains behind Wenfeng's house, the remote mountainous areas of the wilderness.

Class is obvious, and it will never change during life or after death.

"It seems that it is another trip for nothing, why have you been doing something futile lately? Brains are short-circuited? ”

Wen Feng walked for a long time, and his spiritual sense was at its maximum, but he still didn't find a familiar aura.

If you want to check it carefully, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it in a month, right?

"Little brother, this is not a good place to go, let's leave quickly~"

When Wen Feng was annoyed, an old voice came from behind him, startling him and turning around instantly.

It turned out to be an uncle wearing a straw hat and plain clothes, about sixty years old, carrying a hoe as if to work.

"Oh, hahahahaha, come to worship the ancestors, come to worship the ancestors~"

Wen Feng was a little embarrassed and made up an excuse casually.

"Little brother, you really know how to tease the old man, you come to worship the ancestors empty-handed, and you are not afraid of the ancestors' blame, hahaha."

"Huh? Oh~"

was instantly debunked, Wen Feng also felt that he was so mentally retarded, and simply said that he had a special hobby and liked to visit the cemetery.

Realizing his clumsy acting skills, Wen Feng decided to return the Oscar statuette to the Oscar judging committee and prepared to leave.

Just as he turned to leave, the old uncle's voice sounded again.

"There's no road over there, I'll take you out."

"It's going to die, it's a big fool today!"

Wen Feng muttered in his heart, turned around and walked towards the old uncle with a cowardly look.

"Uncle works here?"

"Yes, I'm a worker who takes care of the cemetery."

"Are you alone?"

"No, there are a few more, I went home on weekends~ I'm the only one who lives here."

"Weekends? Then you are~"

"Yes, we are also compilers, of course there are weekends, and I will go to hoe and grow vegetables."

"Inside the system? Iron rice bowl? ”

"Yes, the first in the country, it's not amazing!"

Wen Feng was very surprised, and the old uncle's face was full of anger.

"Then Uncle is about to retire, right?"

"I'll retire when I die~"

“……”

This old uncle's words choked Wen Feng, and he couldn't answer it for a long time.

"Have you had breakfast, young man? I still have a few sweet potatoes at home, so I can eat them if I'm hungry. ”

"No, no, I'll eat."

"What about a cup of tea? I grew it myself and fried it myself. ”

"This ......"

"Don't appreciate your face, my old man specially invited you when he saw that you were so well-behaved and likable, and others wanted to drink it!"

Wen Feng was stunned, this old man really couldn't figure it out, just now he looked like he had driven him away first, and now he invited him to eat sweet potatoes and invited him to tea, which was the same as a trick.

"Oh well~"

"So wronged? That's not going! ”

"Huh? Don't don't, go and go! ”

Wen Feng was almost frightened by this old uncle, he immediately bowed his head, he couldn't be provoked, he was even more difficult than his own old man.

Walking out along the mountain road, turning around several times, Wen Feng saw a two-story old building in the distance, with a fence surrounding a yard and a canopy.

The nearest tombstone is only fifty or sixty meters away, surrounded by fruit trees, chickens, and a dog.

Seeing the old uncle coming back from afar with Wen Feng, he whined excitedly.

"Uncle, where are you?"

"yes!"

"I thought you lived at the main entrance of the cemetery~"

"Everyone else lives over there, I'll live over there~"

Maybe Wen Feng was a little reluctant just now, at this time the old uncle was in a mood, Wen Feng asked and he answered.

Wen Feng was not angry, he began to want to start here, and wanted to ask this uncle if anything had happened here recently.

But if you want to ask questions, there must be a process, and it is necessary to set up something like that.

"Why don't you live there?"

"There's troops over there, noisy! And this is my home, and no one can come. ”

The old uncle took Wenfeng into the courtyard, came to the canopy downstairs, put down his tools, and sat next to a tea table to drink water.

"Still want tea?"

"Yes, very much, I'm still a little thirsty after walking for so long."

"Tea is not to quench thirst, if you are thirsty, you can drink water."

The old uncle didn't look at him squarely, picked up the fan and fanned it.

"Yes, yes, don't be thirsty, drink tea~"

Wen Feng sighed in a low voice at this time, but he was extremely dissatisfied in his heart.

"Stinky old man, it's too much, you yourself have to ask me to drink tea, and now with this face, if it weren't for the sudden begging for something, I wouldn't be rare for this tea!"

But there was still a smile on his face, and he looked respectful.

"Alright! Seeing that you are still well-behaved, I will reward you with tea and drink, old man, sit down! ”

Saying that, he got up and went into the house to boil water, Wen Feng grimaced at his back, and then found a stool to sit down, and after a while, the old uncle came out with a set of tea sets to fiddle.

"Uncle, you live here by yourself, what about your family?"

"I live in the city, I don't have much contact."

"Why?"

"No why, why do you have so many things?"

“……”

Wen Feng was frightened and immediately stopped his mouth, and hurriedly made amends, thinking, "I'll bear it!" I endure! ”