"Family, did you hear that? It was quiet, especially quiet. It stands to reason that there are woods all around, and there are a lot of plants in the cemetery, so there should be insect chirping, but there is no sound here, and it is eerily quiet." Xiaoxing is tricky.

Mao Mao half-jokingly said, "It can't be that there is something dirty, those bugs don't dare to come, right?"

"Is this really possible, could it be that this is the Silent Hill of our Darong City?"

"Family, do you see those? Those are the tombs of those who have died. According to our customs, the deceased cannot enter the ancestral grave, but can only find another place to bury, and after the burial, a pine tree should be planted next to the grave, and a red strip of cloth should be tied to the pine tree, so that the resentment of the deceased can be suppressed."

"Also, this strip of red cloth must not be discolored, nor can it be blown away by the wind, otherwise the resentment cannot be suppressed, and dirty things will come out and harm people. Therefore, according to the rules, every year when they are incensed, they must be replaced with a new strip of red cloth."

"But you see, many of the red cloth strips in front of the graves here are gone, and some of them are not even planted with pine trees, and a lot of weeds have grown in front of and behind the graves, and I don't know how long no one has come to sweep the graves, which is really pitiful."

"You say these 'people' in the grave won't really come out to make trouble, do you?"

Mao Mao suddenly grabbed Xiaoxing's arm and exclaimed, "I, I seem to have seen that tomb over there move just now!"

Xiaoxing also became nervous: "You, don't be kidding! People are scared to death here!"

While the two were talking, they saw a rat emerge from the grass, scurry, and soon disappear.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turned out to be a mouse, and it scared me to death. Family, don't be afraid, it's just a mouse."

The shouting of the two just now attracted a large number of viewers, and the number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded 90,000.

The two winked at each other, very proud.

In fact, there are no rats here at all, and in the grass are electric fake mice that they have come to put in advance, just to scare the audience in the live broadcast room.

They also prepared several scaring things, and the traffic password was really manipulated by them.

"Look, family, the tomb over there, the tombstone has been broken in half, this kind of tomb is very old, if the things inside are deceived and become essence, it is much more powerful than ordinary evil spirits, let's go and take a look." Mau Mau Road.

"Be careful." Xiaoxing said, "Don't be seen by the old man guarding the tomb, I heard that he wanders around the cemetery in the middle of the night."

Mao Mao said, "Don't worry, I have observed, he is not here."

He said to the screen of his mobile phone, "Family, let me tell you, there is a grave keeper in this cemetery, it is said that he has been guarding here for many years, from young to old, and no one knows how old he is."

"I heard that the old man didn't leave because he was stealing the tomb."

"Many people who died here could not enter the family tomb, and his family felt guilty, so they would bury a lot of valuable things, so he took advantage of the dead to dig up the tombs of the dead and steal the burial goods of the four people."

"What? You say he's not afraid of retribution? He has lived so long, how can he be afraid of retribution? If there was retribution, would he be able to live until now?"

Xiaoxing also helped on the side: "I heard that it is said that the old man who guarded the tomb used to be a feng shui gentleman, who knew a little feng shui metaphysics, and he robbed the tomb when he was young, and then came here to be a tomb keeper.

Before he finished speaking, Mao Mao covered his mouth and pressed him to squat in the grass.

"What's wrong?" Xiaoxing asked.

Mao Mao pointed to the other side and said, "It's the old man guarding the tomb."

He held his phone up, and then took cover of the night, and pointed it at the opposite side.

On the opposite side was a dim lamp, which hung from a tree, illuminating a tomb, and an old man dressed in blue cloth was holding a shovel and filling the grave with earth.

"What is he doing?" Mao Mao lowered his voice and said, "In the middle of the night, he can't really rob the tomb, right?"

Xiaoxing said, "I look at him, it looks like he has already robbed the tomb, and he is filling in the earth to restore the tomb."

At this time, the pot had exploded in the live broadcast room, and someone was shouting to call the police, Xiaoxing hurriedly said, "Family, don't rush to call the police first, what if people are helping to repair the tomb that was washed away by the rain? Let's not wronged the good guys."

In fact, what he thought in his heart was, if the police came so soon, what would we broadcast live?

How much less traffic do you have to make?

How much less money do you have to make?

Netizens don't know the dirty thoughts in his heart, and they are still praising him for being a good person.

It didn't take long for the old man who robbed the tomb to leave with a bag, but when he saw the bag, the live broadcast room was fried again.

"Damn, why is that bag red? Is that blood?"