Ten minutes later, after a baptism of love, the boy once again showed a pitiful expression and looked up at me: "I, do my parents really still love me?" ”

I didn't answer.

Although the boy is a powerful ghost, he is the weakest type, his obsession is not persistent enough, even if he feels that his parents don't love him, but deep down, there is still a little hope.

But I dare not give him hope, not even to deceive.

Having lost this last shred of doubt, when his obsession became pure, all that was left was boundless resentment and pain.

And resentment and pain are the source of ghost power, which is called resentment.

"Whether your parents love you or not, you need to see for yourself."

"See for yourself?" The boy's mood was unstable again: "I've seen it, they don't love me, they don't love me. ”

"Not necessarily, maybe what you see is only a part, they love you, they just don't show it."

"Really?"

The boy was puzzled, and the women around him began to babble again at my behest.

"How can a parent not love their children."

"I don't know how sad they are, and they have to force a smile in front of outsiders."

......

After another brainwashing, I wasted no time in saying, "You can see for yourself." Of course, the premise is that you cooperate with me to move your grave. Otherwise, you'll never be able to get out of here. Do you know where you're buried? ”

The boy shook his head: "You take me to meet my parents." ”

His expression was very resolute, and I thought about it and agreed: "Okay, where are you buried?" ”

"They threw me into the river."

"In the river?"

I frowned, there was a small river outside the village, although it was only about ten meters wide and a few meters deep, but the current was very fast, and the body that was thrown down seven years ago now has long since disappeared where it was washed.

"It seems that only one mound can be built."

The corpse is very important, even if there is none, a well-dressed mound is also a must, after all, it is not just a matter of talking, even if it is a ghost, as long as it is not buried in some inexplicable place, the resentment will gradually be consumed.

If the ghost is compared to a stone, the burial will be like flowing water, and no matter how hard the stone is, the edges and corners will be slowly smoothed out in the flowing water.

Deal with the boy, and the time has come to the early hours of the morning.

I didn't sleep all night, but everyone didn't feel sleepy.

The village chief was reprimanding a few young people at this time: "You know the benefits of worshipping ancestors, one by one, Qingming also found an excuse not to come back, without the blessing of the ancestors, can you survive tonight?" ”

I didn't bother the village chief, he was right, worshipping ancestors and sweeping the tombs is not only a mourning for relatives, but also for one's own good, whether it is luck in feng shui or the protection of the strange world.

Let the six sons remember to wake me up, I will rest in the corner, there are too many lonely souls and wild ghosts tonight, or get together and survive tonight.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by Rokuko in a daze.

The village chief had not rested, and he was energetic and talking to the villagers, and when he saw that I was awake, he hurriedly walked over: "Xiaolong, it will be dawn soon, how to arrange it." ”

I thought for a moment and said, "Whoever has a child's clothes, wants new ones, and must not wear them, and they don't believe it even once, and after finding them, we will begin to move the graves in order." ”

Clothed mounds are usually buried in the clothes of the deceased, but the bodies of the boys are thrown into the river, and where can the clothes be left.

What you don't wear can only be used as a new one.

The clothes that someone wears, even if only once, will be contaminated with the breath of that person, and it is not good for the owner of the clothes to be buried, let alone bury the ghost.

The ghost will feel the popularity of the clothes and go to find the owner of the clothes.

The village chief arranged to go down and came to me and asked, "What about the ancient tomb?" Don't spread that what kind of Bafang suppresses evil? ”

"I can't make it anymore, grandpa's previous cloth has been destroyed, and now it will take eight years to arrange it, and the other party will not necessarily give us this time. Tomorrow afternoon we'll go look for the tomb, and I'll see if there's any other way. ”

"Okay, okay."

When the sky showed a touch of whiteness, the third uncle also woke up, and I learned that the locust tree that I had always suspected was secretly planted by the third uncle.

He dreamed of his mother every day, so he thought about using the locust tree to make his mother strong and no longer be bullied by the ghosts below, of course, it backfired.

reprimanded the third uncle, and the last trace of doubt in my heart was gone.

After washing his face with cold water, he walked out of the ancestral hall with the villagers.

Let the old men, women and children go back to rest first, and I took the village chief and a group of strong men to the place where the boys were buried.

Two pieces of earth were dug up here, one was put into a small jar prepared in advance, and a little paper money was lit and burned inside, sealing the altar.

I have buried a child here, and with the smell of a child, with this piece of soil, the child can follow me.

The other piece was brought to the well that had been dug before.

This is a low-lying part of the back mountain, far away from the other graves.

Children who die young are not allowed to enter the ancestral grave, let alone that the boy is not from Huangjia Village.

For boys, I chose the urn coffin burial in the Ten Burial Method.

This type of burial is mainly for young children and young deceased. There are no coffins, and the burial utensils are pottery with holes left at the bottom.

No monument is erected, no grave is built, only a tree is planted to mark the direction.

This burial method is relatively simple, and I do it myself.

Burn paper to warm the hole, put the pottery with the children's clothes in the yin well, and then put the soil brought from the cemetery on the pottery. Finally, there is the filling.

When it was finished, there was no trace of burial except for the renovated land and the small sapling.

Compared to boys, other people's graves are much more troublesome.

But for me, there isn't much going on.

After all, it has only been a few years, and the coffins are still intact, and there is no need to pick up bones.

The people in the village are no strangers to moving graves and burying them, and I just need to watch that no special circumstances happen.

By noon, all the graves had been moved.

When the village chief and others were about to move my grandfather's grave, I stopped them.

"Village chief, my grandfather's grave will have to wait a while. My dad hasn't arrived yet, and he's going to move around noon. ”

Bone pickers are different from ordinary people, they have dealt with the yin qi of corpses all their lives, and only the midday sun can suppress it.

So whether it's my grandfather or other bone pickers, if they want to move the grave, they have to do so when the sun is shining at noon.

And my father is still alive, and I, as a grandson, can't touch my grandfather's soil.

When moving the grave of the elderly, it must be the son generation (eldest son) who moves the first spade soil, and the grandchildren cannot move the soil.

This is also the eldest son of the bone picker's lineage.

At noon, my father hurried over and didn't ask much.

My father is not a bone picker, but under the influence of my grandfather, he also knows a lot about bone pickers, and he only said a word of caution when I moved my grandfather's grave.

I understand what he means, after all, grandpa's death is too terrifying.