Updated: 2012-07-29

After all, he was a child, and he couldn't resist the excitement. He grabbed the knife in my hand and made another knife on the side of the hole his father cut out of his palm. Blood whizzed out. I hurriedly pulled him to run to the grave. While running, he called Ye Yi who was there, who was fiddling with him: "Ye Ye Yi, the raw materials are here."

Ye Yi ran over, grabbed Zhang Chengrui, dipped his fingers in the blood of the unlucky child, and began to draw the simplest gossip picture around the grave. While drawing, he said to me: "Yang Guang, do you see if I left the dots in front of the tombstone? Go find a few stones and place them on those dots."

I yelled and turned around and wanted to find the stone. After thinking about it, I said to Zhang Shaokun who was squatting on the grave: "I'll take the gun first."

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, I carried it and left. I felt at ease even if there was a gun in this deep mountain forest.

In fact, there were really no stones around here, but I was lucky. Maybe it was because Zhang Shaokun brought in a lot of stones when he buried his mother. After the cemetery was built, the rest was found by the other party not far from the forest.

I chose a few fist-sized stones, held them in my arms and held them back on the head of the tombstone.

In the order of the dots that Ye Yi used incense ash to dot, he placed all the stones on it. Only then did I realize that this was the shape of a small Big Dipper, which looked very much like the Beidou soul gathering formation set up by Mr. Taiyi for Senior Wen Yi. However, the direction of the spoon dot was exactly the opposite of that in the sky.

Ye Yi's face was also very fast. Under the moonlight, the poor child's face was not as pale as usual, and the color of his lips became much lighter.

Seeing that I had done it, Ye Yi threw Zhang Chengrui away and let him sit on the ground. He said to me: "Yang Guang, go, Zhang Shaokun's red rope is taken apart."

ah?

I didn't report it for a while. Ye Yi pointed at me and realized that it was the red rope representing Zhang Shaokun's wooden board.

I quickly ran over and pulled it casually, and got a complete red and white rope.

Ye Yilan lit the last incense candle, wrapped one end of the red rope around it, and smiled at me, "Fortunately, I'm prepared to give this to Zhang Shaokun and let him tie it to the incense candle in his hand. Follow my order."

According to Ye Yi, I handed it to Zhang Shaokun the other end of the red rope, asking him to tie it up and wait for Ye Yi's command.

Ye Yi has already started to do things, and I still don’t understand what he does, but I can feel that Ye Yi seems to be very tired. This transaction that communicates with ghosts and gods is indeed not done by ordinary people.

Ye Yi held the incense stick, turned left three times around the grave, and then three times, stopping in front of each Bagua door, stomping his feet vigorously, put the incense tip on his forehead with both hands, and bowing.

Finally, he returned to the reverse seven stars in front of the tombstone, nagging strange words, and finally hummed hard with his nose, only to hear a puff!

The incense candle on the base of the iron nail actually pierced into the cement! What a good guy, it is better than the cement nail gun. Just the moment Ye Yi stabbed it! The entire grave went crazy, and the sound of dongdong dongdong kept exploding from inside like a drum, and the grave began to sway without rhythm. But strangely, it seemed that only people below could feel it, while Zhang Shaokun, who was holding the incense candle, had no feeling at all.

The grave had already stopped spraying out the small green light spots, and then began to squeeze out those things hard. Every time one appeared, the shaking of the grave increased by one point.

Ye Yi shouted: "Punch hard!"

Zhang Shaokun immediately raised the incense candle in his hand and shouted: "Oh!"

Puchi!

Dong!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

It was like a huge egg was broken, and countless cracks appeared on the entire grave, and there were whimpering sounds.

Zhang Shaokun rolled down from the grave as soon as possible, but his eyes were extremely frightened!

A green light shot out from the cracked crack, and the shrill screams stimulated his heart. In Zhang Shaokun's heart, there was a strong shock. Where is the tomb where her gentle mother rests in peace? It clearly seemed like a prehistoric beast that had been lurking for a long time, preparing to break out of the prison. What I experienced this night had completely broken his materialistic concept.

Compared to Zhang Shaokun's fear, I seemed much more relaxed. I noticed that although there were many cracks on the grave, the cracks were limited to Ye Yihua's gossip. Although the green light was more than one foot long, it was far from reaching the point that made me feel threatened. It can be seen from the protective sachet I hung on my chest that it did not even pass on the warmth to me at this time.

Ye Yi's right hand shook his index finger and middle finger into a sword-shaped shape, and held his left hand on his right hand. He placed his hands under his chin and kept shaking back and forth. He still muttered words in his mouth, not being disturbed by the strange scenes outside.

As Ye Yi's hand trembled faster and faster, the things in the grave began to become irritable, but the green light could never break through a foot of the distance. Something seemed to be pressing it tightly. I rubbed my eyes because I seemed to see the blood-stained gossip map on the grave, which seemed to be emitting fluorescent light. Although it was not bright, there were indeed signs of glowing. The more this happened, the more mysterious it became. The more I came into contact with Ye Yi, I would find that there were more and more mysterious things in this world, and it became more and more incredible.

Ye Yi suddenly shouted: "Yang Guang, throw the cat in!"

I looked at Ye Yi in shock.

Cat? Didn’t the black cat just now already...

I suddenly realized that the black cat had been squatting on the tombstone at some point, and his hair was blown up. He grinned, as if he was screaming, but I couldn't hear any sound.

I quickly ran to the black cat, grabbed the black cat and threw it at the grave: Go to yours!

Meow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A very miserable cat meow finally burst out. When I saw the black cat piercing into the grave along the wide crack.

At this time, I suddenly had a very fantasy idea. I thought of a famous ancient ghost story "The Butterfly". Well, I always thought that ghost stories were better than love stories. Anyway, I thought of this.

Because, the moment the black cat crawled in, all the green light disappeared. The cracked holes on it instantly merged, leaving only gaps to prove that they had cracked. Amen, you are finally together! I feel that my thoughts are really evil.
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