My dad was riding his car and was about to reach the Stone Monument Bridge. I can already hear the sound of the East River flowing under the stele bridge. After crossing this stele bridge and going southeast, there is an even older mass grave!

My dad is really good at picking a place, this night is quiet, but I want to pass this road, alas, this big heart, there is really no one, I am not afraid, why don't I want to think about it, I am afraid of this sitting in the back.

At this time, I could already hear the tall man behind me, his snorting and panting, and I felt that it was pulling the wind box. I couldn't help but look back, and this guy was only a dozen paces away from us at most, and I felt like if he bent down and reached forward, he could put me in his big fan-like hand.

But at this time, my father rode across the stele bridge. And this tall man also happened to reach the other side of the stele bridge. I don't know what this man is going to do, looking at him like that, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not noisy, is he running here like this, is he going to see me off?

I saw him standing on the west side of the stele bridge, with his feet spread apart, like a giant bell, as steady as Mount Tai. I looked at him, but I didn't expect that this person was wearing a gray tunic suit, black cotton pants, and a pair of old hand-held cloth shoes on his feet.

I saw him stretch out his right hand and start beckoning to me, and his mouth began to speak: "Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang, I'm your master, come here, I'll give you candy to eat......"

If I hadn't been holding on tightly with both hands, I was so shocked that I almost fell off the back frame of the car, how would I have known that this tall man turned out to be my father! He followed us from the old ditch to the bridge, and when he came to the stele bridge, he stopped going any further, and then waved to me.

I don't know if my dad heard it, but he just rode as if nothing had happened, without even pausing and not feeling like he was moving forward. I was so shocked that I felt like I was carrying dozens of live rabbits, just blindly holding on to the car frame, no matter how the tall man called me and beckoned, I didn't dare to look back and look at him again.

If this tall man is really my father, then what does he want to do here, I have become like this, and a Danfeng eye has grown on my buttocks, does my father have a good prescription for my treatment? No, I heard my grandmother keep saying that my grandfather has always been farming at home, and when he died, he never studied medicine, how could he treat me, an incurable disease that even the fifth master with some Taoism was helpless for?

It seems that my father doesn't have the kind of vision and hearing I have now, he just blindly rides forward and stands on the bike, and the things that follow, including the ghost fire in the mass grave of Jianzhai Tomb, and this tall man beckoning to me, he didn't see or hear it, so I can't tell my father that I saw the ghost fire, otherwise, my father would definitely look at me like a monster.

Just now, the tall man said what my father often said to me, and I was really not sure that he was my father, but after I heard the words that he said, which can be described as a god and a god, although I pretended not to see or hear, but I actually had a cold sweat on my body, and now sitting in the car was blown by the night wind, I actually shivered several times in a row, and my father felt my abnormality and asked me in a loud voice: "Xiaoliang, what's wrong with you, how to fight the cold ban, is it cold?" ”

I said repeatedly: "Wood matter, wood matter, it will be fine in a while, and when the mass grave on the post is over, I want to come down and pee." ”

"Zhong, wait a while to get down the slope on this post, and I'll stop for a while." My dad was talking to me while riding, and in a short time I was on the path on this post.

This mass grave, I feel that it is getting darker and darker, it is already night now, and I can see the road ahead at night, but I keep turning my head to look around, and I feel that the graves in these mass graves seem to be bubbling black.

And all these black gases quickly gathered together, and after a while, the road ahead began to be so black that we couldn't see our fingers. I don't know if my dad can see the road ahead, but I can see anyway.

At this moment, my father was riding a car, and he had already gone up to the not-so-high post. There, there was a large mound of graves, which had been dug up, and the half-rotten coffins, and the dry bones with rusty spots, were thrown almost everywhere.

My eyes were sharp, and I could vaguely see that something was burrowing out of the excavated graves. I grabbed the hand that was leaning on the back of the car, and I clenched it tighter, and I felt my palms start to sweat a little, and I don't know if I was scared or nervous.

I saw that there were so many graves, and there were things drilling out, and I couldn't see what those things were, but soon, I saw that with the black smoke, these things were actually skeletons with no flesh at all.

These skeletons have no flesh and skin, but they can still move. When they got out, they all faced the direction of our car and seemed to be staring at us closely.

The black gas coming out of those graves was still gathering constantly, and after a while, I saw that thick black clouds were piled up on top of this mass grave, and they were still piling up, one by one, as if they were still slowly moving forward.

And the skeletons that came out of the pit were standing in the pit, just looking at us, motionless, like skeleton sculptures.

However, I don't know where it came from, but I saw a skeleton shelf, slamming out of this grave, jumping out, staggering towards us, and running to the ground, I saw what was the matter, did you want to chase us?

Then, as if they had smelled something, the other skeletons jumped out of the grave and rushed to our side, screaming as if they were still screaming.

That look, like a sudden surge of huge waves, swept up with a strange atmosphere, in this darker and darker night, outflanking us.

But I felt that my father was still pedaling the car unhurriedly, as if he hadn't seen the sudden skeletons around him. I was about to put my body on my dad, and my heart was pounding.

The black gas on my head gathered into a low cloud, getting thicker and thicker, and as those skeleton shelves rushed over, I felt that if I was scratched so lightly by these guys, like my small physique with fine skin and tender meat, I would probably be able to directly rip off a large piece of my flesh.

Because I saw these skeletons, although there was no flesh and skin on their bodies, their nails were extremely sharp and sharp, and they seemed to glow with cold light in the darkening night.