At night, Ziwei and I stood on a path between the cemetery and Shen Ji, and in front of us there was a fake grave that I had made of soil, and a formation was set up on the mountainside to stop the vitality of the living, and the cemetery was sealed again, leaving only the road I wanted.

Dead souls are generally not wise, and this trick is used to confuse them into thinking that this is their home (tomb) and to run into the trap themselves.

I asked the people of the Zhang family to withdraw in advance so as not to be injured by mistake. The two of us hid in the grass on the side of the road, and when the time came, I was thinking about something, and Ziwei called me lightly and pointed to the side.

I concentrated, my vision was limited at night, everything I saw was foggy, and my hearing and sixth sense prevailed.

There was a sound of a whisper in the grass, and a little red light could be seen in the haze, and it was low and moving slowly. I made a gesture, Ziwei jumped under the grass, and quietly leaned over with a yellow talisman in my hand, while I took out the paper figure that had been tied up, and slowly approached, ready to seal the soul into the paper figure and bind it at any time.

When the time came, Zi didn't make a move first, pounced and pasted the yellow talisman on the door of the soul's head, I was about to collect it, but I heard an oops, and the fire in front of me disappeared. Walking forward quickly, Tang Jiao was lying on the ground on all fours, holding his stomach and screaming, with a mud footprint on his clothes, and a yellow talisman on his head. When he looked again, there was a finished cigarette butt thrown in the grass next to him. I was angry, made up for him again, and said fiercely: "Who asked you to come, Jiang Xun?" ”

"Don't fight, don't fight!" Tang Jiao shrunk a pair of short legs into his arms, rolled in a circle and got up, bowed his body and said: "He is here, he is waiting from the other half of the mountain, saying that he is waiting at both ends, and he wants to watch the gamble of the two of you with his own eyes to prevent you from cheating the results." ”

My face darkened, and as soon as he spoke, the talisman on his head rose and fell, and after a moment of panic, he remembered to raise his hand and grabbed the talisman down, and said with a bald mouth: "No, sister, don't look at me like that, I'm here to help, really!" Those words were all said by Jiang Xun, not me. He's a cheap guy, but he's afraid that the two of you won't be able to deal with it, who knows what you can get today...... Wow......"

Zi Wei suddenly reached out to cover his mouth, and I pressed his head hard, and lay down to press the person to the ground.

Through the gap in the grass, a shadow in the distance was walking towards it.

Tang Jiao struggled twice, and after he understood, he was lying on his stomach more honestly than anyone else, motionless, half of his face was on the ground, and his head was covered with cold sweat. His lips trembled, and after half a minute, he hugged Ziwei's arm, "Mother! What the hell is this? ”

There was a candle lit on the "grave", the black shadow was getting closer and closer, and the outline became clear, Lian Ziwei shuddered and shook his head.

The thing approached slowly, and half of his right leg was rotten, only to the knee, and the section of the bone was very uneven, with sharp bonast, and it jumped forward on one foot, and was covered in pus dripping with mucus. His stomach was torn open, and he held his hands under his belly in the shape of a bowl with his fingers together, dragging a piece of intestines that fell out of his belly. Further up, I saw that the head, with no facial features, was a complete sarcoma, densely covered with tiny holes. If you look closely, there are honeycomb-shaped nests in each hole, and fat bugs poke their heads out and wriggle wildly.

"His face is in the back." Before I could say anything, I looked over and saw the back of the sarcoma...... No, it should be said that the front of the head actually turned one hundred and eighty degrees back, and the long neck poked into the sky in a strange posture, with hideous facial features and no beads in the eyes. But just those black holes give people the feeling that the moment you look past, he is also looking at you.

I've been taking dirt graves for many years, and the corpse should have been rotten a long time ago, and even if there were some bones left, it shouldn't be like this, let alone move like this. Whenever something happens, there must be a reason, and the only explanation I can think of is that there are living people behind it.

"The Spirit Returns." My palms were sweaty, and I said, "Someone has set us up." ”