As soon as I said Master, I realized that maybe the matter was much more serious than I had imagined, and it might even be completely different from what we had guessed at the beginning. So I began to observe the location of the three graves. This place is located halfway up the back mountain, and it may be that the soil from the digging mountain was backfilled, thus forming this vegetable field in front of you. The grave is located within the confines of the vegetable patch, which means that Granny Yang grows vegetables in front of the graves of her wife and son.

This is not unusual, as it is in many rural areas. Judging from the location in all directions, if Granny Yang's house is due south, the three graves are all in the northeast, and the graves are all facing southwest, and the southwest is the only way up the mountain. From the perspective of feng shui layout alone, although this place is not a blessed place with excellent feng shui, it is not a place that is easy to gather yin and attract evil.

So I asked Master, otherwise, let's follow the old rules and do a water method of Yuanguang first. The master shook his head and said, it's useless to do it now, and even the soldiers and horses can't find clues. You can only wait until something really happens here again, and then you can use the circular light technique to see it clearly, otherwise it will be easy to detour.

I thought to myself, Master's Yuanguang Technique and Terracotta Incense are much more advanced than mine, if he says that he can't do it for the time being, then it may really be impossible. So we could only check around the grave again, and the master even sat in front of the grave, which was probably the position where Granny Yang was so frightened that she couldn't move on the ground last night, and she thought about it for a long time, but to no avail. So we had to go back to Granny Yang's house first to see if we could find some traces at home.

But when we returned to Granny Yang's house, we found that she was no longer sitting in the hall. I called out to Granny Yang a few times, but no one answered. Master went to the kitchen and bedroom to take a look, and found that Granny Yang was not in the house. The two of us wondered, did we go to the thatched house? And we have been in the vegetable field just now, and there is the road up and down the mountain on the side, if Granny Yang really leaves, there is no reason for us two big people not to see it.

So Master said to me, "You just wait in the house, and I'll go and see if she's going in the direction of the back mountain." I nodded in agreement, because there is a barren slope behind Granny Yang's house, and there are no people and no vegetable patches, if Granny Yang is missing for a while, and she does not leave from the road we just passed, then she can only go in the direction of the back mountain.

After Master went out, I waited in the house. Standing with sore legs and sitting bored, I began to wander around the house, carefully observing the places that I thought were moved by the old cat that Granny Yang said just now. For example, I dragged the stools, and the stools in the countryside are all made of solid wood, which is not only sturdy, but also lightweight. Since Granny Yang said that the stool was knocked over by a cat, I tried to push the stool with my fingers, and if I wanted to knock it over, it would either take a lot of strength, or the stool itself was suspended by two feet in the air, so that it could be overturned by the cat's strength. For example, when I looked up at the roof, there were several places where there were white flowers due to the lack of tiles. However, although there are girders in this house that the cat can climb, there is no outside the house, and if the cat climbs up from the house, it will not be able to go outside the roof. Outside, on the other hand, even though the cat's jumping ability is amazing, it can't jump directly from the ground to the roof. Except for some firewood outside the kitchen, if the cat wants to go up to the roof, there is almost no way, so how can it go to the roof to lift the tiles?

I took out from my pocket the worn-out calendar papers I had just picked up by the grave, two or three of them were complete, but they were badly faded, and the rest were mostly torn, and even the dates printed on them were only faintly visible. So I took the calendar paper and walked to the place where the calendar was hung on the wall, ready to tell how long the paper had been outdoors in the sun and wind. At this time, I found that the calendar hanging on the wall, and the pages on the surface, all had traces of being turned over.

This is easy to distinguish, because normal people tear a sheet every day, even if they want to look back at a certain day, most of them only turn it once or twice, and the part of the whole calendar that has not been torn off should look relatively new, but the one in front of me is a little different, the corners of the first few pages are a little curled up, which means that some people often look at the calendar, but they are not torn off. This person obviously won't be Granny Yang herself, if it is assumed that Granny Yang encountered a ghost, then the person who turned this calendar would be that ghost?

So I'm still going to try the water bowl round light technique to see first. After a set of water methods came down, the spell was burned and thrown into the bowl, and the paper ashes scattered uncharacteristically, and then slowly put together again, turning into a character that looked very much like the number "7".

7？ Is it the seventh day of the first month? Or number 7? I couldn't tell for a moment, so I put the bowl on the table, and was going to wait for Master to come back and invite him to come and take a look, he was very knowledgeable, and his experience could help at the moment, and the only thing I can be sure of now is that the shape in the bowl is not composed at random, and this development that looks like a "7" must represent some kind of information.

At this moment, there was a sudden creaking sound behind me, which was very similar to the sound of the wooden door when I first pushed open the wooden door of Granny Yang's house, but it was a little different. The creaking of the wooden door was continuous, but the sound I heard in my ears at this moment was more like a wooden chair with unfixed feet, and someone sat on it and moved their butts back and forth, making that rhythmic creaking sound.

Shicai has confirmed that I am the only one in this room. The only door to enter and exit the house was the wooden door of the hall, so where did this sound come from? Is it the wind? I quickly denied the idea, where did the wind come from in this house. As the creaking sound sounded again, it was carefully discerned, it was from Granny Yang's bedroom.

Because of the hell I was able to solve it in the end, I became a little sensitive because of it, and some slight noises can trigger my nervousness, and I began to wonder if I had become timid, which is a fatal weakness for our industry. So I quickly wrote under the purple micro in my left hand, and took out the thunder wood hexagonal seal passed to me by the master from my right hand, this seal is made of lightning jujube wood, it looks like a cube, because there are six sides, and each side is engraved with a seal, which is used for different occasions when I make charms, I need to verify the real body and stamp it on Fuzhou. At the same time, because it is a lightning strike wood, it can also be regarded as one of my weapons, and it is much more useful to take a seal when I encounter a ghost than to directly slap it.

I slowly approached the door of Granny Yang's bedroom, gently lifting my foot and then following the ground with each step, so that my footsteps would be quieter. I stood in the doorway, poked my head out and looked into the room, and there was nothing in the room except a wooden bed and a cabinet against the wall, on which was a mirror, and a bamboo basket thrown on the floor. However, the only thing that could make the kind of creaking sound just now was the bed where Granny Yang slept.

But this looks like a very simple wooden bed, the quilts and mattresses on the bed are messily placed, maybe Granny Yang has lived alone for a long time, and she is older, so she doesn't make the bed every day. I could see most of the bed at a glance, and the only thing that was hidden was the mosquito net that had been lifted up on the bed, one side of which blocked about a quarter of the bed. This bed is not big in the first place, and the part that covers it is even smaller, so it is basically impossible to block a person. And the creaking sound, when I saw the bed, I realized that it was supposed to be a sound made by one or more of the four feet of the bed that the joints were loose, so it shook back and forth.

I mustered up the courage and slowly moved towards the house, moving my body in a fan-shaped trajectory under my feet to a position where I could see the area behind the mosquito net. There was nothing on the bed, so I walked over to it, reached out and shook it, and as I shook it, the bed creaked, just like I had just heard, but it was clearer because I was standing closer.

I raised my left hand slightly, ready to fight, and was going to turn over the quilt on the bed. I'm afraid that when I lift the quilt, something strange will suddenly come out of the quilt. I'm a young lad who rummages through other people's beds in an old woman's house, and I don't sound like a good person.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I lifted the quilt and slapped a few volleys into the open area, but there was nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to check other places, such as cabinets and bamboo baskets, when suddenly a close voice sounded in my ears.

"Meow~~!"