Although these graves are very low, but those sugar seedlings that grow on them can be described as crazy growth, these things are called Wang, I look at it, and I always feel that oil seems to be coming out of those stems and leaves.

The cry did not stop because of my arrival, but came very clearly, and I could hear it right in front of my eyes, but I tried desperately to find it, but I couldn't find where.

Could it be that this person's cry does not exist, how is it possible, this kind of joke can not be made, I can clearly hear it, but no matter what, I still can't find it. I stood at the grave, concentrating, listening diligently, not even the slightest sound.

I heard the cry, still utter in utter sorrow, from somewhere nearby, and it was so clear that it sounded in my ears. As I listened to this cry, I couldn't help but feel miserable again.

Oh my God, is this cry soul-destroying? Otherwise, why am I always led astray by her? I quickly shook my head, opened my clairvoyant eyes again, and looked into the tomb.

The tomb was still the same, and inside the tomb was always a rotten coffin and a withered skeleton. I scanned it again, and there was nothing inside the tomb that could make a sound.

Just as I was looking out of the grave, I swept into the grass futon on the side of the grave, and there was a bright light that flashed like a meteor, as if the cry had suddenly become louder at that moment.

Just five or six meters below my feet, I jumped close to the front. When I looked down, there was a flower made of silver foil, stuck in the grass futon. The flowers seem to be very dull in lustre, but they can still reflect the light when the sun shines.

I was about to reach for the silver leaf flower when I was amazed. This silver foil flower, without any external force at all, actually moved on its own. The open silver petals actually shook a little.

This startled me, and I quickly stood up and jumped several steps back at once. As I stared at the silver foil flower, the center of the flower opened suddenly, and a projectile ejected from it.

The projectile was black and shot softly at the grave. I looked, dear, is this a trap set for me here to kill me?

My heart was pounding and I was nervous, and just as I was about to look up and jump out, the projectile that hit the grave didn't know what was going on, and it burst open, and something jumped out of it at once.

It was like smoke, but it was the shadow of a person. This figure is clearly a woman wearing a long robe and long sleeves. I looked at it, and oh, this is amazing, I'm really alive.

The shadow stood at the head of the grave, and the cry of the woman who had been lingering around me just now disappeared at some point.

The woman of this figure, standing at the head of the grave, seemed to be facing me, as if she had something to say to me, but even with a very sharp eye, I could not see her whole picture.

After a long time, the shadow like smoke and fog finally condensed into a shadow that I could see. It was really a woman with long flowing hair, this woman was dressed in ancient clothes, and I could see that this woman had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but her face was full of sorrow, and the tears had not dried.

It seems that she is really the one who has been crying. I just raised my head and looked at the woman, but I didn't speak, I just kept looking at it, and I always felt that this thing was too weird, and I was wondering if I should stay or run.

Just when I was thinking nonsense, the woman actually spoke: "Xiaoliang, I know that you are here, you can save me." ”

My God, she actually knows that my name is Xiaoliang, then, if I just ran out of this valley, then she will definitely find me everywhere, I feel empty, fortunately, I didn't run away.

"Auntie, who are you, how do you know that my name is Xiaoliang?" Involuntarily, I actually called Auntie to this somewhat nihilistic woman, I thought, she is a ghost, I am a human being, if I don't get close to her, in case she entangles me, it will be troublesome.

Unexpectedly, the woman smiled sadly, although I could see that her smile was very good-looking, but I didn't dare to step forward and pull her hanging sleeves, after all, now she looks really quite empty.

"You call me aunt, okay, don't I look very young now, Xiaoliang, I'm more than three hundred years old!"

"Oh my God, then, I'll call you grandma." I was shocked that my grandmother was still alive, and she was only in her eighties.

"It doesn't matter what you call me, Xiaoliang, come here, I'll talk to you." I didn't expect that a woman in her 300s could communicate with me as a little kid without barriers, it's really strange.

I believed it, walked over, and stood on the edge of the grave lump, holding the thick sugar with my hand, and looked up at this somewhat empty shadow.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I stood up, this shadow flicked my sleeves and directly picked me up alive. I didn't even see the length of her hand, but I clearly felt that I was lifted up in the air.

Although I was standing in the air, I didn't feel the pressure of this shadow on me. In other words, this condensed shadow in human form should have some spell, otherwise, she would have been able to pick me up without touching me.

I wasn't afraid of falling to the ground at all, because I could have jumped up and stood in the air myself, so I looked up again and looked at the woman who was seeing more and more clearly.

I saw that this woman's face was extremely pale, and this paleness was clearly the kind of pale without blood. I saw that this woman was actually very good-looking, but her face had tears on her face.

"Xiaoliang, I'm not actually a human being, just a remnant soul, who has been waiting here for someone to ferry me. But after 300 years of waiting, I finally hope for you. ”

I was looking at the woman when she spoke. And this woman has been waiting for me, it's strange, who am I, do we know each other?

My eyebrows were raised, and my head was spinning rapidly, my ancestors, there could not be such a person, three hundred years have passed, and they are still waiting here quietly, is it possible that my previous life has any indissoluble bond with this woman?

What remnant soul, what ferryman, my God, I have never heard of these, and I don't know what they mean, I look at this woman a little like listening to a book from heaven.