I gasped slightly and looked up to see flocks of sparrows flapping their wings over the tops of the branches.

"Come, I'm here, come with me."

The strange voice sounded again, and Qian'an's eyes widened, "Someone is definitely talking, I'll take a look!"

I hurriedly slapped him on the back, lifted my breath and shouted into the air, "Get out!"

Qian'an was startled, "What are you hitting ***?!"

I motioned for him to move, my eyes still looking at the branches that stretched towards the sky, and after a few seconds, there was a slight collision of the branches, and in a creaking sound, a small bird whose shape could not be seen flapped its wings and flew away.

I couldn't help but exhale, and I said softly, "It's okay, that's a bird, you can't run with the sound, it's easy to have an accident."

Qian'an was stunned, "What bird?"

"I don't know the exact species, but I've heard from my uncles about this bird......

When I was a child, people in our village often went into the mountains to dig wild ginseng, and I heard them say that the most afraid of digging ginseng was the hanging ghost and the ghost of the horse.

When I asked carefully, I found out that the hanged ghost was not a ghost, but a hanging dead branch, and the branches of the trees were constantly broken by lightning and hung in the air, and when the wind blew, it swayed like a hanged ghost.'

And the mountain keepers have to bow their heads to find ginseng, and if they are not careful, they will be caught off guard by the thick branches that have fallen.

"Well, the ghost is this kind of bird that can talk to people......

I looked at Qian'an, "It will lead you to the depths of the mountains, so I have to beat you, otherwise you will easily follow in a daze, and if you don't do well, you will fall into some trap and worry about your life."

Qian'an hissed, "Aren't these birds generally in the deep mountains and old forests, how can there be here?"

"It's weird...... It's rare to be able to meet a bird talking, probably with a hint......

I pondered for a few seconds, looked left and right, there were paths on both sides, my mind moved, and then I looked at Qian'an and smiled, "We don't have to go up there anymore, Niuniu should be buried nearby."

Qian'an saw that I was still a little hairy when I smiled, and shook the strap of his schoolbag, "Can you be serious and fight evil."

I ignored him, lifted my foot and walked into the path to the right.

"How do you know you're going this way? Is it a man on the left and a woman on the right?"

Qian'an followed me upside down, "Do you need to make a hexagram, or ask Sister Liu?"

Attentive to him, I pushed aside the branches that stood in the way in front of me, "Don't be so troublesome, this road attracts me."

Qian'an instantly understood, "I almost forgot, you are so defeated that you still have a gifted skill, the master doesn't want to attract you, it's scary......

I was so amused by him that I wanted to laugh, and I said angrily, "Be serious, fight evil!"

Qian'an also smiled, don't look at his personality and appearance, sometimes the mouth is like a broken car, and it is very thin when it should be, lest my coat be scraped and worn by the branches, he has been protecting me and helping me pluck the branches.

If you think about it, maybe it's really like what Qian'an said, my personality has also changed subtly, and I am much more cheerful.

"Here we are."

Entering through the forest of the path, you will see a large wasteland.

No wonder Sister Liu couldn't point out the exact location for me, there were mountains on the left and right of the front and back.

In addition to the black locust aspen, the trees are common pines and cypresses, and there are really no special markers.

Niuniu's grave was also planted around a small circle of green pines, the planting years should not be long, the trunk is thin and weak, it is more than half a person high, I walked to Niuniu's grave to take a look, very small soil bags, there is no monument in front of the grave.

This is normal, and most children will not erect a monument after they die.

Now that the years have changed, some parents will do some funerals because they feel sorry for their children.

In the eyes of the older generation, children who died before the age of twelve were all premature, and the blessing was too thin.

Those who are particular will get a thin-skinned coffin for the child to bury, and even more

I won't bury it, just take a broken mat and wrap the body and throw it in the wilderness.

In addition, there is a saying that white-haired people do not send black-haired people, and even if children are buried, few parents will go to worship.

The elders miss the child too much, that is, go to the grave to see, and rarely hold a large-scale ceremony to give sacrifices to the child, which is taboo.

From a psychological point of view, parents are also prone to excessive grief when handling funerals for their children, resulting in a second blow.

Therefore, many of the folk customs of the ancients were full of human touch.

There are some residual black ashes in front of Niuniu's grave, at first glance, Sister Liu has come to send dark paper, the ground has been repaired, the wild grass in the grave bag has been hoeed, the loess is covered with a thin layer of snow, and there is no collapsed gap around.

"I've checked the front and back, and I don't see any rat holes."

Qian'an looked around the wasteland, walked up to me and said, "Can they move?"

"I can't tell."

Has the target person changed?

I have protected this land, and they have come to me with a vengeance.

I straightened up and looked away and thought it was a good place.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the middle is low like a basin, and it has the meaning of treasure.

And Niuniu is a lonely grave, and it can also be said that she occupies a small playground by herself.

If the big mouse really robs her place, he may be able to give birth to many offspring below.

"What is going to be done?"

Qian'an glanced at the time, "It's past four o'clock, and the sun will set in a while, so let's not play in vain."

"It's okay, what about the things you want to bring, send them to Niuniu first, I'll ask her."

I half-crouched in front of Niuniu's grave and drew a half-circle with a branch to the mouth of her graveyard.

took the paper that Qian'an took out of his schoolbag and put it in half a circle, put a stick of incense on it, and opened a bottle of juice drink for her, and inserted a straw into the mouth of the bottle, and the fire ignited.

There was a cold wind blowing, but the fire was not vigorous, and the stars were dotted, as if the dark paper was damp.

I got down on one knee and gently lifted the top paper with a twig.

It can't be broken, it is said that it is burned too much, and all I received below are steel hammer change.

"Niuniu, do you remember my sister, my sister came to see you, come and collect money."

As soon as the sound came out, the breeze swept the tip of my nose, and I pulled out the branches, and watched as the paper rolled and burned.

Like the pages of a book, it burns in an orderly manner.

In the eyes of the old family, this method of burning is called counting money.

The corners of her lips couldn't help but smile, Niuniu is still a little money fan.

The fire gradually burned vigorously, and the smoke was heavy, but it did not smoke the eyes.

Faintly, I could see a small black mist-like hand holding something from the pile of burning paper.

His ears moved, and he could still hear children gurgling and drinking.

I smiled strangely, watched the juice magically fall in the bottle, and asked softly, "Niu Niu, do you still have pain in your feet lately?" Is there a big rat to bully you?"

Whew~Whew~~

The fire grew bigger, and the smoke slowly rose.

I listened attentively and caught the laughter of children.