Chapter 19 Seven, buried

In the afternoon, Zhu Neng wanted to sleep first to refresh himself, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway.After finally staying up until ten o'clock in the evening, he got up and rode his bicycle to the cemetery alone. There are no vehicles or pedestrians on the road. Zhu Neng became more and more frightened. He was afraid to see another person in a red raincoat standing upright in front of him, and he couldn't see the person's face. He dreaded seeing that black jeep again. He was afraid to hear that voice again: You didn't bury me... When approaching the cemetery, it may be that a nail was rolled and the bicycle blew out.He had to come down and push it forward.The light beam of the flashlight omitted everything in the darkness, leaving only a white dirt road.

Zhu Neng's face was also very pale. It just rained and the dirt road was very difficult and muddy.Several times, he nearly fell down. When he was approaching the three graves, he actually had cramps. At this time, the wind picked up.The wind was loud, and there seemed to be some other voices mixed in, like a man's low sobbing, which was creepy. Only ten meters away from the three graves, he suddenly saw a person flashing out from behind the graves, staring at him coldly in the dark. It's the man who sells rice cakes.The light from the flashlight shone brightly on his face. Zhu Neng's two hands were tightly gripping the handlebars, sweating, but he pretended to be very calm. He forced a smile on his face and greeted him: "Are you here early?"

The rice cake seller bent down, picked up a basket from the back of the grave, and walked slowly past Zhu Neng. His basket touched Zhu Neng's leg. Zhu Neng glanced at it, and there were some fruits, half a bottle of wine, and a pair of bowls and chopsticks inside. "Hey..." Zhu Neng shouted. The rice cake seller turned around slowly and looked at him. "You know them?" "Old Yuan, he is my neighbor." After a pause, Zhu Neng said, "Old Yuan, he is a good man." The rice cake seller glanced at him and said coldly: "Good people don't live long." After speaking, he walked away.His back is a bit bent, his limbs are bent, a bit like a monkey...

Zhu Neng slowly closed his eyes. He regretted it a little. Regret the feud with Niu Tradition, regret opening the door to Sun Kong that night, regret coming to this place with them, regret coming to bury the photos alone tonight... Half an hour before midnight, Zhu Neng lit a cigarette, squatted down, and waited. The wind stopped without warning, and there was a dead silence. He heard some small sounds, like a mouse grinding its teeth, or a person scratching something hard with his nails.The voice seemed to be right next to my ears, and it seemed to come from far away. He pricked up his ears, trying to catch the source of the sound.

He listened, his hair stood on end—— The voice came from the grave.Moreover, it was definitely not a sound made by a mouse, but a person scratching something with their fingernails. A few days ago, there were three less people and three more ghosts in this world. But now, these three ghosts are getting restless... Zhu Neng became more and more frightened. He remembered the dream again.Then, he came up with an idea. He put the flashlight on the ground, took out the paper money he brought, tore it into strips and pasted it on his face... When we were young, we probably all played this game-several people play cards together, and whoever loses will tear a note and stick it to his face.In the end, some people's faces were covered with white paper, and when they gasped, the paper flapped, which was very scary.

He tries to remind them that he's here to give money... Now, there are still five minutes before twelve midnight, five difficult minutes. That voice has been going on. Finally, twelve o'clock arrived.Zhu Neng hurriedly took out photos of Sun Kong, Lao Yuan, and Bai Jingjing, dug a hole on each grave, put the photos in one by one, and buried them. Then, he started burning paper money. One more thing, when he was rummaging through his luggage during the day, he found that the 30,000 yuan that Sun Kong gave him had turned into a pile of paper ashes... He was not surprised or scared, but just poured the paper ashes into the toilet and flushed it away up.

The fire was very hot, and there was no wind, but the paper ash was flying in all directions, like black butterflies. Zhu Neng stood up and planned to go back. At this moment, he heard another voice - "Ah Choo"!It was a man's voice, which seemed to burst out suddenly. Zhu Neng ran away. After running for tens of meters, he couldn't help but look back.This look scared his soul out. The fire hadn't been completely extinguished yet, and with the faint light, Zhu Neng could see a person standing in front of each grave, three people two tall and one short.Among them, two were wearing red raincoats, and the other was a woman with long hair covering her face.

Zhu Neng was stunned, looking straight at them. Suddenly, they waved at him... Zhu Neng screamed, turned his head and ran away.He left the flashlight and bicycle there. he's lost. A gust of cold wind blew, and he shivered.Surrounded by a wilderness, there is nothing but grass. What about the dirt road?He looked at the ground, and suddenly found that under the undulating grass were graves of various heights or low ones! He ran into a cemetery in a panic! The moon appeared, like a huge one eye, hanging in the sky and looking at him coldly. He staggered a little further on. He saw a few thick and crooked pagoda trees, and a low earth house next to it, which should be an earth temple.A tall soul-inducing banner was planted nearby, and the white paper money on it was fluttering in the wind—"Wow, wow, wow..."

In the distance, a bright light flickered, as if someone was walking towards here with a flashlight. Zhu Neng got into the earth temple. The inside is very narrow, just enough to accommodate one person.He held his head, trembling all over. a long time. It was silent outside. He poked his head out slowly, intending to leave this horrible place. He immediately saw three faces—the faces of Sun Kong, Lao Yuan, and Bai Jingjing.Their eyes looked at him blankly, the muscles of their faces twisted, and they smiled sadly. "You buried us wrongly." Old Yuan whispered. Zhu Neng finally passed out.