"Firelight? How can there be a fire here? ”

Liu Ling Tong muttered, propped up on the walls on both sides, jumped to the top of the cave, and brought his headlamp to shine in the direction of the firelight.

A beam of yellow light, through the faint red light that permeated the corridor, shot straight ahead, and an old lady crouched in front of the firelight appeared in our sight.

"Hey, there's an old lady!"

Liu Ling boy snorted lightly, the headlamp was deflected twice, and it swept back and forth, allowing us to see more clearly.

The one that gave off the fire was a clay pot.

The old lady couldn't see clearly, she squatted on the ground, bent over, bowed her head, and threw paper money into the clay pot one by one.

Every time a piece of paper money is thrown, the light in the clay pot will rush upward.

What is a little strange is that the light in the clay pot does not shine on the figure of the old lady.

In order to verify this, Liu Ling Boy deliberately removed the headlamp and did not shine on the fire emitted from the clay pot.

When the headlamps were removed, all we could see was the light of the jumping fire, not the old lady.

"That fire is wrong with the old lady!"

Liu Ling Tongzi shone his headlamp again, and said with a little surprise.

"Hmm!"

Mr. Mover snorted faintly, and then stopped talking.

Eno was silent from beginning to end.

Situ Qing didn't speak.

"Hey, what about you, what should I do?"

Seeing that no one was in a hurry to answer, Liu Ling asked impatiently.

"I'll meet her for a while!"

Mr. Mover clenched the ghost-headed knife and said in a hoarse voice.

"Uncle, why is your voice hoarse again?"

Liu Lingtong's eyes rolled, and he crawled backwards with his hands and feet, until he retreated behind Ba Hongyu, and then stopped.

"it!"

I was laughed at angrily, Liu Ling boy is afraid that Mr. Mover has a problem!

From this point of view, the illusion he experienced should be similar to what I experienced.

In the illusion, Mr. Mover's voice is like this.

"I was just hurt by those living people!" Mr. Mover said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm scared to death, I thought you were the same as in the illusion, you have changed!" Liu Ling patted his chest slightly exaggeratedly and crawled forward again.

I don't know why, I think Liu Lingtong's words are intentional.

He seemed to say this on purpose, and it made me feel that the illusion we both experienced was the same.

I don't know if it's my delusion or if I'm overthinking it myself.

"Huh!"

Mr. Mover snorted, pulled the corners of his mouth, and didn't pay attention to Liu Ling Boy anymore, but walked towards the fire in front of him step by step.

The boy re-directed his headlamp at the firelight, illuminating the old lady.

The old lady did not react to the approaching Mr. Mover, and threw paper money into the clay pot one by one, as before.

The distance between us and the old lady was not far or close, about twelve or thirteen meters.

Mr. Mover took ten steps forward and stopped.

At such a close distance, the old lady still did not react.

The old lady didn't move, and Mr. Mover didn't know why, and he didn't move.

"Uncle, you let it!"

After a stalemate for half a minute, Liu Ling couldn't help it anymore and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Soul to soul, earth to earth!"

When his voice came down, Mr. Mover did not react, but the old lady spoke.

The old lady's voice was very astringent, like a rusty door shaft rubbing against the door, and it was unspeakably uncomfortable to listen to in my ears.

With the voice, the old lady lit a piece of paper money and threw it out.

It's like going to the grave to burn paper, throwing out some burning paper money and giving it to the lonely ghosts passing by.