The coffin opened very slowly, accompanied by a rustling sound of wood rubbing against each other. So I immediately stopped, my heart pounding. Soon the coffin lid opened a small opening, large enough for a living person to enter and exit. Then a woman slowly emerged from it, none other than the female ghost from before!

Unlike before, the female ghost's face was still scarred, but there was no blood, and when she sat up, her eyes were looking directly at me, as if she had known where I was in the morning. There was a hint of sadness in his expression. In tradition, it is absolutely taboo to be buried in red, and if the person buried in this way becomes a ghost, it will inevitably be a ghost, and the purpose of such a ghost is only for revenge. The appearance of the female ghost was already telling me that it must have died a very tragic death in its lifetime, and now it looked at me so blankly that for a moment, I didn't know what to do.

I didn't think it meant anything to hurt me, and the picture at the time looked quite weird. A young man with a flashlight shone at a woman in red who was sitting up from a coffin, looking at each other without saying a word, and it didn't seem to be a decent gentleman in any case. Just as I was in a stalemate with it, it suddenly opened its mouth, revealing its half-severed tongue, and then pointed to its mouth with both hands, babbling as if it wanted to speak.

The young man's story has taught me that this female ghost has a way of turning her thoughts into the voice of the other person's head, but I don't want it to do the same to me, because if I hear it, it means that my mind has actually been affected by it. So I plucked up my courage, lowered my left hand, which had squeezed Ziwei, and took another step towards the coffin.

I moved my head a little closer to it, and saw that her tone was emphasizing, and she really wanted to say something to me, so I asked it, do you have something to say to me? With that, I pointed to my mouth, then to it, and then to my own ear. It nodded slightly, its eyes looking at me, but at the moment it looked like it wanted to cry, as if no one had listened to it for a long time and was eager to talk. Originally, the only way for me to communicate with the ghosts was to ask for rice, but in the barren mountains and mountains, I couldn't find a water source, so I could only use this analogy to communicate simply.

So I crouched down, put my height parallel to it, and gestured to it and asked, what do you want to say? The female ghost stretched out her hand, made a grasping position as if she was holding some tool in her hand, and then quickly waved her hand as if she was poking something else with something in her hand, and then pointed to her mouth. I knew what it meant, and it was about the same as I had originally suspected, that it had been stabbed in the mouth and had its tongue cut out with something sharp, and was crying out to me at the moment. I gestured to the scissors with my hand, then pointed at the scissors with the other and asked if it hurt you with the scissors. It cried, then nodded slightly.

I asked again, "Where is the person who hurt you?" It pointed ahead, the direction in which the funeral procession had left. I made another pose holding the statue and asked, is it the one holding the statue in the lead? It nodded, and then began to cry bitterly, because it had no jaw or tongue, and its cry sounded pitiful, but it was also very eerie.

It is said that women are the most vulnerable when they cry, and I think ghosts should be like this. Now that it had no intention of harming me, I became a little bolder, and I took out the little wooden figure from my bag, pointed at it, then pointed at the little wooden figure, and then made a walking gesture with two fingers. I'm asking her if you're willing to follow me, and I'll overtake you. It hesitated, looking at me still crying, but it didn't answer my question. So I accentuated my tone again, and asked again, this time, it actually began to shake its head, and then shook its head faster and faster, so fast that I only saw a fast head swinging, I knew that it was itself in a contradiction, such a fierce state showed that it had the only bit of reason left, and I was afraid that it was also rapidly consuming at the moment, so I was on guard again, stood up and took two steps back, and suddenly its shaking movement stopped, it faced me, and made a very hideous expression to me, and the bridge of its eyebrows and nose were kneaded together, In the wounds on his mouth, tongue, and face, blood began to appear again at this moment, and in an instant, the entire lower half of his face became bloody again.

I knew in my heart that this was a sign of its renewed anger, and if I didn't run away, I was afraid that I would become another ghost under its resentment! I quickly jumped backwards a few steps away, a little further away from it, and in the moment it was still sitting in the coffin, its hands frantically tugging at its own hair, as if it was on the verge of collapse. Then slowly, it gentleened again, and finally, it pointed forward, and then the coffin slowly became translucent, then it shimmered like a ripple, and then it disappeared.

I stayed where I was, terrified. Without a doubt, this is the most absurd thing I have encountered in all my years of working in the industry. A vengeful female ghost dressed in red, actually communicated with a person like me who had nothing to do with it in a short period of time, and I was still unharmed, which has to be said to be an adventure, and the meaning that the female ghost just expressed to me at this moment almost confirmed my guess even more, among the people who sent the funeral, there were people who killed it.

But a new problem has arisen at this moment, after what happened just now, I have actually basically determined in my heart what happened in this place, and the group of people who sent the funeral were all ghosts, and it was even very likely that they were killed by this female ghost. If the person who killed it is already dead, why is its obsession so deep?

After thinking about it for a while, I still think that I should go to that hillside first, when the female ghost first encountered the young man, it was on that hillside, the ghost's way of thinking is very different from that of us living people, they will be more simple and direct, unlike people, who will find a way. Since it appears on the hillside, there must be a reason for its appearance on the top.

So I began to walk towards the hill, and when I got there I climbed up with great difficulty, and followed the place where the young man had pointed me out during the day. There were weeds everywhere, and there wasn't even a way to get underfooted. Several times under my footsteps, some mountain toads jumped out. After half an hour, the sky will be bright, and finally on the overgrown mountain wall, I found a small stone mound covered with moss, which was a grave.

This tomb is made of stones, and although there are some cracks in the joints, it can be seen that craftsmen were specially invited to repair the tomb at that time. Found the location of the tombstone, got under the car a handful of weeds, wiped the moss on the tombstone, and found that the tombstone was written with carved handwriting with a few big characters "Su Pinggui's tomb, the twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China." ”

Counting the days, the twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China, that is, 1940, it has been 28 years since now, and the days when this tomb existed here are even older than my age. So if the "Su Pinggui" in this tomb is the person holding the portrait in the funeral procession at the beginning, it means that his death was avenged by this female ghost. Most of the days of revenge of the unjust ghost are within forty-nine days after death, if you are not mistaken, that is to say, the time of the death of this female ghost is most likely in the twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China. And the reason why the female ghost wanted to kill him shows that this person must have done something to hurt the female ghost before his death, so it is very likely that this Su Pinggui is the one who hurt the female ghost with scissors and eventually caused the female ghost to die.

The tombs were built by special people, and in those days, the vast majority of them were poor. This means that this Su Pinggui's family should be relatively wealthy. And the simple words on the tombstone show that the person who repaired the tomb did not have much friendship with this Su Pinggui, so I judged that maybe after Su Pinggui's death, he was not very familiar with him, but he had some connections to repair the tomb for him. Why didn't the people who were close to him, such as relatives, come and do it? Unless his relatives are also dead.

When I thought of this, I took out three sticks of incense, pierced a charm, and inserted the incense on the soil in front of the tombstone. At this point, I was coming to a conclusion, and although I thought I could convince myself with all kinds of arguments, I still lacked hard evidence. After all this was done, I walked quickly down the hill and ran in the direction of the young men's dormitory.

At this moment, the sky is already bright, and the figure of farmers slowly starting to work in the fields is slowly beginning on the road. I trotted all the way back to the dormitory, and I was already covered in sweat early in the morning. Most of the male and female intellectuals in the dormitory have now woken up and are ready to start a new day's work. I went to the young man and said to him, "I'm afraid you won't be able to go to work today, I need your help."

The young man was brushing his teeth, and when he heard me say this, he put down his glass of water, wiped his mouth, and asked me, "How can I help you?" I asked you to help. I said that I am not from this village, I need you to introduce me to a few old people, preferably very old people who have never left the village, I have something to ask him, I have basically known about the haunting here, but there is a difference, the funeral procession you and your roommate encountered earlier are also ghosts, not living people.

The young man was frightened when I said this, and he asked me in a low voice, then why are so many ghosts lining up and not hurting us?

I said that this is a special case, commonly known as "Yin soldiers borrowing the road".