I nodded. The security guard said so professionally. I felt relieved a lot. When I held the letter, I felt less uncomfortable.

"Is the duty room open now?" I asked.

The security guard patted me on the shoulder: "Let's go, I'm going to go out and I'll send you a while. The door of the duty room is usually open during working hours, and you open it as soon as you push it."

"Okay, thank you uncle."

"You're welcome, uncle can tell that you are a kind person."

The security guard took me to the cemetery and said that he had to go to another place to check, asked me to get things by myself, and gave me the flashlight, saying that his phone had a flashlight, which made me feel a little warm.

I ran to the duty room and found a pack of things under the single bed on the side, which contained matches, white candles, a box of self-heating rice, two unused bowls, and chopsticks...

How do you feel prepared for this configuration?

I shook my head and threw out the unrealistic ideas in my head. Maybe the way to communicate with me is similar, so I need almost the same things.

Well, that's definitely the case.

I carried the pile of things and came to the mud pond. The two consecutive days of breathless operation made me sleepy. It was not my fault, but people would die if they didn't sleep. This was not an exaggeration.

I leaned under a tree next to me, and felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. After a "chicken pecking at rice", I... fell asleep.

Didi, Didi...

A sound of alarm clock made me wake up suddenly. After a while of rest, I was much more energetic than before. I took a look at the watch on my hand. It was 2:45 in the morning, and it was just about time to cook the self-heating rice.

I cooked the self-heated rice and prepared everything and took out the letter from my bag. I suddenly felt the coldness was so loud.

Hi, giggle...

The owl was still on the pine tree. He stared at me with two big eyes open, and he said I was a thief who did bad things.

"Brother Owl, don't look at me, I'm just doing something for my master."

Hu Ningshe, after finishing these, you can submit the work.

I folded my hands and bowed to the Nitang: "Dad, grandpa! I don't know your age, just which title you like, I recognize one. I am just a sender, and the letter was not written by me. I am not familiar with the rules below you. If there is any offense, you will not remember the villain's fault. Please, please!"

I looked around and the cemetery was dead silent now. That's right. Apart from me, my great injustice, who would come to such a place at this time?

The security guard didn't come either, and he said he was not busy and came to see me. Alas...

Time passed by minute by minute, and the self-heating lunch box was no longer hot. I quickly poured the rice into the bowl and placed it one by one as the security guard said.

I was afraid that I accidentally caused a fire when I burned the letter, so I brought a brazier from the duty room. As for why there were paper-burning braziers in the duty room, I admit that I didn't think about it carefully at that time.

"Dad Qi Lao Yang, it's time to eat, Dad Qi Lao Yang... has been eating." I picked up the empty bowl and knocked it in four directions, but there was no reaction around me.

Could it be that I went wrong?

I didn't give up and knocked it again in all directions. Just when I was wondering if I had made any mistake in some step, the bald big daddy I saw a few hours ago appeared.

He walked towards me from the woods, his whole body was clean, not as muddy as I had seen before. He walked closer and closer to me...

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters, four steps, three steps...one step.

My heart beat faster, and my whole body was frightened: "Qi... Qiqiqiqi... Daddy Yang, have a meal."

He didn't seem to see me, and sat in front of the white candle with a stiff body, then squatted up the bowl and started eating.

I'm sure I can see him eating with a bowl, but what most people see shouldn't change much.

"Dad Seven Old Sheep, there is a letter for you..." I said to him gently, and then took out the letter from my bag.

When my fingers were about to touch the letter, my fingers seemed to be sucked tightly on the letter. I wanted to shake it away but couldn't pull it out of my schoolbag.

"Burn me~ I need a ghost! Burn me~ I will repay you~ Burn! Hurry~ Ah! I can't wait, fresh ghost~"

My mind is one head and two big, and it is an uncontrollable madness. My whole body is pulled closer and far away, and the surrounding environment begins to be distorted.

Hi, giggle...

When I couldn't get out of this situation, a clear giggle came into my ears, like a life-saving straw. I gritted my teeth and pulled out the letter.

Unexpectedly, this letter would have such magic at this time. I no longer use my hands to pick it up. I poured it into the basin with my schoolbag and then polished a match.

I was about to throw the match into the brazier, but the bald old man suddenly turned his head and said to me, "The rice is delicious, thank you."

Unexpectedly, he suddenly turned his head and scared my hand so much that he shook his hand and the match fell directly into a small puddle.

This big father is not that scary either. I smiled apologetically: "Ah, there is still a letter from you here. You can read it when you wait for me to burn it for you."

I took out a match again and was about to polish it when a shadow suddenly flashed in the woods. When I saw him, he ran towards the depths of the forest.

Who is it? What is this person running?

I looked at the candles with half of them, and the bald father hadn't finished his meal, and it couldn't be burned for a while, so I chased after him.

I only knew that he rushed towards the bald father's house. Unfortunately, I couldn't run fast in the dark night and still lost the person.

I gasped and passed by the house. From a distance, I saw the eldest father putting the bowls and chopsticks on the ground, standing in front of the mud pond, holding the letter in his hand, and then slowly unpacking the envelope.

This...

He could actually pick up the real thing! How could this be possible? The ghosts in Guilu Town can only control things like current and water and wind.

"Ah? Can he just watch it? Why do you want me to burn it with fire?"

I was full of doubts on my face and was about to walk over and take a look. A brute force behind me pulled me to the back of the house.

who?

My mouth was just opened, and before I could make a sound, my hands were already covering my mouth.

"Um? Um?" I struggled, and could only hum like a mosquito sound in my mouth.

My eyes turned and I felt the position of his feet with my feet. Then I paused and stepped on his toes with one foot.

"Oh...sheep." The person behind him did not relax at all, and he breathed weakly in his mouth. Finally, he whispered angrily: "Dog apprentice, don't talk if you don't want to die."


Chapter completed!