The vision is changing rapidly at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, the scene freezes in a place where the grass is blooming.

Tang Tang was curious where this was, his eyes fell on the few corpses with broken limbs that were faintly exposed in the green grass, and his heart suddenly cooled.

...... The scenery is beautiful, but no one cares, the vegetation is flourishing, and there are broken limbs and stumps......

This is clearly a mass grave!

Tang Tang's expression stiffened and trembled.

She is no stranger to mass graves, in addition to the human government likes to treat people's crimes, it is also common for them to raise up and cut off several people's heads. It's just that these corpses that have lost their heads, if no one claims them, they will find a random place and throw them away. They didn't bring a coffin, or wrap it in a straw mat.

Most people are afraid of the flesh and blood stumps, and they stay away from mass graves, but Tang Tang knows in his heart that those who have their heads cut off are either guilty or wronged, and they have deep resentment after death.

The more time passes, the more corpses there are, the resentment lingers for a long time, and the corpses of the separated families are still unclaimed, so how many lonely souls and wild ghosts must be breeded.

Tang Tang has always been afraid of ghosts, but the mass grave in front of her is moistened by flesh and blood like a paradise in the world, which did not reduce her timidity. Looking up at Shang Feng's unwavering eyes, she dodged her eyes and shrunk her neck to stand behind him.

A young girl suddenly appeared and climbed up the black stone that stood out in the mass grave.

Her silver hair was dazzling, but her eyes were as gentle as water. She sat on the stone hill for a while, then lay down in the sunlight again.

It's Yin Ji. Feng bullied the words into his heart.

Tang Tang was taken aback, Yin Ji is so beautiful?

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Feng Bao waved her hand, her eyes were deep, and she motioned for her to stop moving.

Tang Tang could only stop there and be a quiet spectator.

Yin Ji was in their gaze, sleeping quietly.

The day was getting westerly, and soon it was evening.

The mass grave at night was a completely different scene, not as gloomy as expected, but very lively.

The corpses, whose silhouettes had long been invisible, floated out of a faint green light, and gradually took on a general human form. Then, the weak, chattering lonely spirits floated among the grass, catching the nearest ghost and putting their own encounters in life.

Yin Ji woke up and sat down on the highest stone, looking at them quietly with eyes as gentle as water.

A daring ghost spotted her, and came over to talk to her in a nonsense:

"Hey, I see you're not a simple ghost, what are you?"

"I'm Yin Ji. ”

"What is Yin Ji?"

"I don't know. This stumped Yin Ji, she rarely thought about it, and pulled the ends of her silver hair with her hands, "Probably a demon!"

When the ghost heard that it was a demon, he more or less lost his previous interest, and after smiling politely, he said, "No wonder I don't understand what you say." Then he drifted away.

Yin Ji was a little discouraged, and dismissed the idea of participating in their chat, and sat on the stone for a long time.

But she heard a lot of interesting things from them.

For example, a female ghost said to a male ghost, don't run away tonight, I'm still waiting for you to rub my back!

Yin Ji is very strange, what's the matter, the ghost can still rub his back?

When she looked at it in the evening, she couldn't help but laugh to herself. It turned out that the male ghost pulled his head open with one hand, and the colorless blood that flowed out of Bobo was like water, pouring on the female ghost's back. The male ghost used the hair on his head as a bath towel, and carefully wiped the female ghost's back little by little.

The female ghost said: "His second brother, we have both come to this point, or the next time the ghost comes, let's go down with them." I heard that I can only get a piece of paper if I go down, and we can only count if I have that piece of paper. ”

The second brother was quite opposed: "No, no, no, the ghost envoys bring some cultivation, and the background is clean." I killed people when I was alive, no. ”

The female ghost was surprised: "Who did you kill when you were alive?

The second brother's movements paused, and after a while, he was reluctant, and his voice was lowered: "My wife." ”

When the female ghost heard this, she immediately screamed and scolded: "Oh yes! You bastard even killed your wife! I don't dare to be nice to you!"

The second brother grinned and sneered: "You are all ghosts, what are you afraid of, I can kill you again?" and said, "Besides, I don't know about your little shit? Together with the adulterer, you will be drugged to death by your own man, if it weren't for your man's life, he would have been drugged to death by you! Your broken shoes are not a good thing!"

"You dare to scold me for breaking my shoes!

"I'm not afraid—ouch!"

The yin in the grass giggled, and her stomach hurt.

It turns out that ghosts can still fight. She thought.

And the ghost is also very lonely, and he doesn't forget to find a companion when he dies. She thought again.

Looking up at the dark night curtain, the stars are like rock candy in the world, crystal clear.

I just don't know if it's sweet or not.

Amused by her own thoughts, she smiled and slipped back to the rock she had been waiting for.

Lying on the stone, Yin Ji lowered her ankle-length silver hair and let it scatter, hanging like wisps of silk on the edge of the stone. The night breeze was blowing gently, and those strands of hair were gently fluttering, and it seemed that the night was extra careful about her.

After a dreamless night, Yin Ji woke up and stretched out.

Hearing the sound of clattering wheels approaching from afar, she knew that another fresh corpse was coming, and one turned over and hid behind the stones, waiting for the official to "unload".

"Hey boss, what do I think...... I think ......" a small man snorted.

"There's something to say, there's a fart!"

"I think it's cold ...... here"

The person who was called the boss jumped in his heart, and suddenly gave the little man a heavy blow, and said: "This mass grave, how many pairs of dead ghost eyes are staring, can you not be cold!" After speaking, his face turned pale, and he slammed to the ground in a loud voice, "Good luck, good luck!" Pulling the little man to quickly get on the board car and leave.

Yin Ji bit her index finger behind the stone, and her heart was different.

According to past experience, those corpses were sent by a special old bachelor who collected corpses, and occasionally once or twice the official came to send them, all because they were afraid that the person was still alive and had not lost his breath, and he had to see with his own eyes that he would not move in the mass grave before he could go back to his life.

The corpses Yin Ji has specially checked once or twice, and they are all white and delicate, and I think that even if I am not rich and expensive before my death, there are good fish and good meat waiting for me.

So, what about this time?

Yin Ji saw the cart walking away, so she hunched over and carefully went to the corpse.

"Ahh

It was the second human voice she could produce since she had a body, in addition to laughter.

The corpse in front of him is naturally still a head, but this person's head is different from the others.

His eyes were wide open, and he blinked subconsciously as blood trickled down from his eyes.

Then his eyes fixed on Yin Ji.

"Help me. He said.

Yin Ji was so frightened that she sat down on the ground.

If she has a soul, it is estimated that she has lost more than half of her three souls and seven souls.

The head was not close to people, and his voice was still cold: "Help me." ”

"......" Yin Ji couldn't speak, she nodded, shook her head again, and gestured to tell him that she didn't know how to save it.

The head closed its eyes, and it was a long, long time without speaking.

Probably dead, right? Yin Ji didn't dare to come out, staring at him.

Unconsciously, his eyes became more and more focused, and he began to look at the contours of his face.

The face is good-looking.

Nose, good-looking.

Mouth, good-looking.

Eyes, huh......

As soon as his eyes drifted over his eyes, the bloodshot eyes suddenly opened.

She was caught off guard and let out another "ah".

Then she heard a light cough behind her, and a nice voice sounded: "You, how did you get through this catastrophe." ”

Yin Ji's heart fluttered, and she didn't dare to look back.

But the voice came closer to her, and crouched down as she did.

The bony hand swept in front of him, brushed the blood stain on his head, and twisted it lightly. Then he handed over a small cloth bag with his other hand.

"Girl, do you know how to do needlework?"

Needlework? is a rare word.

Yin Ji was curious, took the bag, and subconsciously looked up along the hand.

This face......

Well?!

It's the same as the head on the ground?!

Her heart trembled, and she rolled her eyes and fainted.