Walking in the darkness and taking a few steps forward, the puppeteer's movements have noticeably changed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The eyebrows and eyes that were once the same as those of Chen Bo disappeared and returned to their original appearance: the face was a clumsy flat surface, on which were the asymmetrical eyes and triangular nose carved out with a knife, and the grinning mouth that could not tell whether to cry or laugh, and a pair of eyebrows smeared indiscriminately with black ink, and a flush painted on the cheeks with red ink.

-- This is the real childhood toy, and it is ugly but relatable.

In addition, although Chen Bo can still control the little puppet to move around on its own, its movements have become mechanical and stiff, and it has also returned to its original form.

It seems that this is the same as mobile phone communication, the signal is getting weaker and weaker, and we are gradually moving away from the "service area".

My dad once talked to me about where to go, and he thought that the changes in the cemetery could also tell the changes in the quality of life of the living.

In the years of famine in history, life and death were in the blink of an eye, and some people fell to the ground and died while walking on the road, either becoming a delicacy in the mouths of equally hungry wild dogs, or turning into a pile of bones in the same place;

Even before they died, people would exchange their family members for food, hence the story of someone who ate someone else's father when he was hungry, and when he was walking down the road a few years later, someone suddenly came to his knees and shouted, "Daddy!" and cried and burned paper to worship......

Today, as long as people have a sufficient economic foundation, whether it is out of filial piety, compensation for the regrets and wishes of the deceased, or just for the sake of face, they will follow the trend to build tombs and erect monuments for their ancestors.

Under this premise, the target cemetery was not difficult to find, even at night, on the contrary, after the last monument was refurbished, it had become a small village, where all the deceased members of a family lived.

I walked west along the road for about a kilometer or two, then went up the hillside path, and after another three or four hundred meters, I arrived.

There was half a moon in the sky, but at this time it was mostly obscured by the clouds, and it appeared and disappeared, and the shadows of the grave trees in front of me flickered and dimmed, and to be honest, it still felt a little eerie.

But my family doesn't make monuments, and it's these places that I usually come into contact with, so I've long been used to it.

These tombs are far and near, either dense or scattered, and they really look like steamed buns, and now there are some stone tablets in the style of human settlements, which is really appropriate to say that they are villages of the undead.

Some people say that in a person's life, the most equal time is reflected in the fact that they can only leave a name on the tombstone that is gradually less and less popular.

There is some truth in this statement, but not everyone who is in the place can have a tombstone to leave their name.

I stood down and hesitated for a minute before entering the family cemetery with the puppet.

The mountainous terrain here is like a lotus leaf, and the trees growing at the edge of the cemetery have become forests, and like lotus flowers, the lotus-shaped cemetery is wrapped in the center of the flower, and the grave bags are distributed like lotus seeds.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but when I first walked to the edge of the woodland, the moonlight suddenly emitted brilliance, and the shadows of the trees projected down were like long arms, swaying in the wind, and stretching out from time to time to hook shoulders and arms.

I think it was probably my own uninvited visit that alarmed the owner of this place, and I felt like I was being watched by many pairs of eyes and many onlookers.

The little puppet seems to have regained some vitality in such an environment, and its movements are a little more agile than before.

It began to shake its head and look around, as if it was curious to watch, as if it was greeting someone.

I thought about it, although Chen Boman said nonchalantly that he didn't need to prepare anything before he came, but it was still necessary to have at least politeness to rush into a group of non-human territory like this.

So I stopped, according to the technique my father taught me, I made a gesture of salutation, and slowly turned around counterclockwise, and then I raised my left foot and stepped out but did not immediately fall to the ground and hover for a few seconds, which actually meant to greet and remind me first: Please let go. In this way, if you accidentally step on someone's toe while walking, you will have something to say at that time.

But before I could finish this set of movements, the little puppet suddenly ran northeast of the cemetery like crazy.

At this time, I could not give up halfway, so I continued to express my respect for my masters without distraction.

After that, I also went that way.

The awkwardness of my back being noticed was lessened a little, and it was probably because of my communication.

There is an old man with the origin of the wine snake, and his tomb is in the northeast direction.

But when I got there, the little puppet was gone.

I said in my heart, who told you to wait? Wait a minute, if you abruptly master you, I'm afraid there will be trouble!

Slowly walking seven steps in front of the tombstone, I solemnly made a gesture again to meet the juniors, - don't blame me, this is not a grind but a courtesy.

After that, he stretched out his left hand directly, and he was about to put it on the stele.

"Quack-"

In the quiet night, in the forest, in the cemetery, in front of the monument, this rather sudden cry, if you are not frightened, it means that the psychological quality is really good!

I'm in a cold sweat...... Is this warning me?

Well, the master was angry! Okay, so I had to do it another way.

I withdrew my hand and fumbled around my body for something to illuminate.

Found it - not with a mobile phone LED lamp, not a flashlight, but a special phosphorus match.

In the flashing light, you can see a few big characters in the middle of the list: "The spirit of the ancestor Kaotian is the spirit of a certain king......"

This is confirmed, it is my family heirloom lettering technique.

But the flames shrank rapidly.

I struck another match, moved to the side of the mountain (left), checked the description of the gold line engraved on the stele, and then pinched off the flame and took a few steps back and began to find a place according to the direction of the mountain......

Well, it's not that complicated for me to make it that complicated! Ever since I started working in the stele making industry, my father has repeatedly explained and emphasized that there are some rules that I must follow.

This series of actions is actually an attempt to ask the owner for permission to let me and him interview.

It's not that non-humans are bad at talking, but the premise is not to follow the rules, no one likes to come to the house with a rude and rude guest, we are all the same.

It's okay to force your way in, but non-humans aren't usually easy to mess with.

If my action is changed to human interaction, it is easy to understand, which is to go to the door, find the doorbell, notify the owner, and then wait for him to agree to open the door.

While waiting, I stood straight still, like an old monk.

Then I was in a trance, and the scene in front of me changed completely.

Oh, I'm going to drop it......

I never dreamed that the scene of the Yin Mansion that ordinary people were terrified of to death would be like this!

This is a small farmhouse yard, which is no different from some of the old houses in Salix in terms of layout and appearance.

The courtyard door almost shook my jaw - is it really a security door? Oh my God!

It seems that the Yin House is also worldly, and it must also keep pace with the times.

The man who came to open the door for me was a smiling toothless old man, and at a glance I knew that I was looking for him!

"Hello grandpa!" I honestly said hello first.

"Ouch, you really haven't seen this baby, you're not afraid of life, well-behaved, you can drink, it's so good, it's so good, it's a rare guest!"

The old man's smile immediately infected me, and the original tension suddenly disappeared.

I said in my heart: Great! It seems that the master is very friendly, and it should be very easy to discuss, so this trip may not be in vain.

As he spoke, he entered the small courtyard, where there were stone tables and benches, teapots and cups were placed on the table, and there was a chaise longue next to it.

Of course, I was not stupid enough to go to the chaise longue and relax, so I went to sit on the stone bench by myself, but I immediately got up again to get two cups and carry a pot to pour tea.

This time Grandpa Tian was even happier.

He stroked his beard and asked me, "It's really good, the little doll looks good, where is it?"

I hurriedly replied, "The surname is Jiang." ”

"Oh, not surnamed Tian? That's when I moved to town later. ”

When he said later, he naturally meant after his death.

I said yes, my father is Jiang Qingsheng, "I am quite familiar with your courtyard door." ”

"Jiang Qingsheng? haha, it's a coincidence! It turns out that you are the one who does the security door!"

The old man was even happier.

I said to myself, "Oh, security door ......"

Why did the tombstone become a defense, theft, and door?