"This place is weird, so let's be careful." Wu Cidi said.

"What I don't understand the most is how we came here. People are not afraid of the known, but they are always uneasy about the confusing unknown." Dongfang Xiong said worriedly.

"Since the misfortune is unpredictable, we should do a good job in the present and believe in the adaptability of others. After all, it is not easy for anyone to live." Wu Cidi looked at the sky in the distance and said.

Dong Huangxi had a dream. In the dream, Qi Li's mother passed away for a year. Considering that he had just finished the New Year, Qi Li put his mother's coffin in the charity village and buried it with his father's grave together on the auspicious day.

This year's grave sweeping day has arrived again. Qi Li has not visited his parents' grave for more than half a year. Even his mother's first anniversary commemoration day, Qi Li has not visited his grave to pay tribute.

In the past, he occasionally went to visit his father's grave, but Qi Li couldn't even buy money for burning the dark money. He just used some useless leaves at home to fool his father. For this reason, the neighbors said that he was an unfilial son.

Qi Li, who is nearly fifty years old, has two sisters, both of whom are married in another place, and both of his sisters are very wealthy.

The cemetery that Qi Li bought when his father passed away was all paid by his two sisters, but he used the excuse that the child had just gotten married and the family had no money, so he didn't pay a penny.

When Qi Li's mother passed away last year, his two sisters rushed back immediately. Considering that his mother had been living with his younger brother during his lifetime, his two sisters took care of all the funeral expenses, and before leaving, they left him nearly a hundred coins.

Since his mother passed away, every day on the festival, Qi Li's two sisters would ask someone to bring money back and pay Mu Ji to tell his younger brother to go to visit his parents' graves.

Qi Li agreed very happily every time, but when he was in his life, he used the excuse of being busy or having a lamb in his body, and the matter of visiting the grave was left alone.

When people from my hometown mentioned Qi Li, none of them said he was good. His unfilial piety and stinginess were famous.

Before Qi Li's parents passed away, he never gave the old man a good face, never bought a delicious bite for him, and always tried every means to ask his parents for money to spend.

Especially Qi Li's daughter-in-law, that's not a thing. She often scolds the elderly for no reason. Before her mother-in-law died, she said she wanted to eat some meat buns, but Qi Li's daughter-in-law did not meet the elderly's requirements.

It was the grave-sweeping day again, Qi Li's two sisters from other places asked someone to bring 100 shell coins to Qi Li, and asked his younger brother to buy a big flower basket on the wooden box, asking his younger brother and sister to go to the grave.

Qi Li always fools his two sisters, and always says he has gone to the grave, but his parents will not complain anyway. This time the two sisters are too scrupulous and ask others to take care of them.

Knowing that this time he could no longer fool him, Qi Li discussed with his wife, bought a special flower basket, bought a few cheap fruits, a cheap towel and a stack of money from the west, and came to the cemetery outside the village one day in advance to pay homage to his dead parents.

The weather was particularly good that day, with blue sky and white clouds, clear sky, and the temperature rose from five or six degrees to fourteen or five degrees.

Qi Li thought that when he came to visit the grave one day in advance, there would not be too many people coming, so as not to encounter acquaintances and be ridiculed by acquaintances.

What he and his wife did not expect was that there were many people coming to the cemetery one day in advance, and flower offerings from nearby cemeteries were everywhere.

Qi Li and his wife came to the tombstone, put a flower basket, arranged fruits to serve, and asked her to use a towel to wipe the dust on the tombstone.

After his wife finished her performance, Qi Li and his wife knelt on the ground and lit the money, and they were muttering that they wanted his parents to spend money so hard that they should not be reluctant to leave.

Qi Li was muttering something, and suddenly he heard a voice like a dream: "My wife, you left early, our beast son is very unfilial, and that daughter-in-law is not a good thing. She never gave me a good face, never gave me a delicious bite, and she scolded me at any time."

"You have been dead for so many years, and that beast son rarely comes to the grave to burn incense. Even if you come occasionally, he will fool you with leaves. If you have a spirit, teach these two unfilial dogs a lesson..."

When Qi Li suddenly heard this sound, he felt a sudden thrill. Why is this sound so familiar? The more he heard it, the more he looked like his mother's voice.

Qi Li was just hearing the cold all over. His wife suddenly kicked him with her feet and said stutteringly: "Xiang...Xiang...Husband, you...Listen, why is this sound so similar to the voice of our dead mother?"

Qi Li was so scared that she was trembling all over when she was suddenly kicked by her wife. After hearing his wife's words, she was so scared that she trembled all over and urinated all in her pants.

The Qi Li and his wife were so scared that they were at a loss when they suddenly heard his mother's crying again: "Old man, you can just be fine there. I will go with you in less than a year or two..."

Qi Li's hair stood up in shock when he cried with sad and desolate crying. He looked up and saw a white-haired old lady sitting in front of a tombstone near her, burning money while crying.

After figuring out the truth of the matter, Qi Li hurriedly stood up and pulled his wife, pointing to the crying old man.

Qi Li's wife looked carefully and immediately "splashed" and sat on the ground weakly.

It turned out that she was dazzled. Qi Li's daughter-in-law regarded the old man who was crying as her dead mother-in-law.

Qi Li and his wife no longer remember how they returned home.

After returning home, Qi Li felt like he had lost his soul, always restless, his head hurts a lot, and he even had a high fever.

That night, Qi Li's wife also had a high fever, and the fever did not subside all night. Early the next morning, both of them were taken to the clinic.

Afterwards, everyone insiders said that Qi Li and his wife were retribution, and that his deceased parents came to the door.

In fact, the sayings about ghosts and gods in the world are only oral to the public. The doctor privately believes that the reason why Qi Li and his wife were both sick was because they had heart disease, felt guilty and guilty, and were scared to illness.

Later I heard that the couple regretted it, regretted not being able to respect the elderly before. But what's the use of regret? The elderly are gone, and even if they want to be filial, they have no chance.

Qi Li's cousin Jiang Du is the third child at home. People call him Jiang San on weekdays. He has not been good at studying since childhood. He has no serious job when he grows up. He just stumbles outside all day and is idle all day, and is worried about his family.

But with his personality, no one wants to go to guard the house, but he can't let him waste his future like this. So in desperation, Jiang San's father found him a job: guarding the morgue in the yamen.

Actually, although the salary for this job is good, the time requirements are quite strict. In addition to daily patrols during the day, there are two safety inspections at night. The most important thing is that the work in this place is too unlucky. Who knows what unclean things will be hidden in this place?

He didn't want to go, but his arms couldn't resist his thighs, so he had to bite the bullet and go to work!

The person who worked with him was an uncle in his fifties. The uncle's surname was Zuo, and his clothes were very simple and paired with a little dark skin. He immediately gave people a very authentic image of a rural person at first glance.

However, the scar on the uncle's face was very conspicuous, but when Jiang Du mentioned this scar, there would be a strange sense of fear on his face.

Jiang Du didn't know what the specific reason was, but he knew that this scar would probably have nothing to do with the morgue.

During the days when Jiang Du first went to guard, the uncle took him to familiarize himself with his duties and responsibilities and specific schedules. Because of work needs, they lived directly in the room opposite the morgue at night, and the accident also happened a few days later.

I remember that the uncle seemed to say that his child had a high fever and he had to go to the clinic to take care of him, so he left Jiang Du alone in the night patrol work that night.

When the uncle was about to leave, he suddenly reminded Jiang San: "When you patrol at night, don't approach the cottage behind the morgue. In addition, the uncle may not be able to come back tonight, so no matter who knocks on the door at night, don't open it. Just sleep alone in the quilt. Do you remember?"

Jiang Du has seen these words many times in some rumors, so now he is very helpless: "Okay, uncle, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and go to the clinic. You don't have to worry about this place, I have a sense of my own."

Although the uncle was a little hesitant, he turned around and left. Jiang San sat alone in the lounge, watching the wooden squids cracking melon seeds, not to mention how happy it was.

At about Hai, Jiang Du left the lounge with the lantern to conduct his last night patrol.

At first, it was not strange, but people just couldn't help but think about it. Especially in dark places, the warnings from the uncle would be infinitely magnified, so that Jiang San now felt that his legs were stiff and unable to move.

The cold night wind kept blowing by Jiang Du's side at this time, and the cold feeling made him get goosebumps all over his body. Although it is early summer now, it is night after all. With the influence of some special reasons, the cold wind at night is as harsh as a knife.

Jiang Du just stood there for dozens of breaths, but when he raised his head again, he saw through the light of the lantern in his hand that the building in front of him was the small house behind the morgue mentioned by the uncle? When did he come to this place?

Remember that he just walked around the front just now? He had to walk at least a few hundred steps behind the house. What's going on?

Just when Jiang Du was surprised, he suddenly heard a sharp sound of "sizzling~sizzling~sizzling" in the whistling night wind! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!