"I will not enter the village. Since Lao Wu fainted in the cemetery of this village, he should have been discovered by people in this village. You go find the villagers who first discovered Lao Wu, and then go to the cemetery
Look for me here." Zhang Fan looked at the village chief and said.
"Okay, Master, I'll go down to find them right away." The village chief agreed happily.
"Our current location is at the east end of the village. I can already see the cemetery from here. I will get off the car and go there first, and let Master Fang take you to find those people, and then you can go to the cemetery together."
Zhang Fan continued.
After saying that, Zhang Fan got out of the car and walked towards the Zhaozhuangzi Village Cemetery. In about seven or eight minutes, Zhang Fan arrived at the edge of the cemetery.
The cemetery in Zhaozhuangzi Village is not in a pit like the cemetery in Wangegezhai Village, but on flat ground. In addition, the surrounding area of this cemetery is very open. In addition to the ground, there are two smooth roads.
In such an open environment, it is difficult to pile firewood in the cemetery. After all, the wind in winter is much stronger than in other seasons. Even if firewood blows over, there are no restrictions like the pit in the Wanggezhai Village cemetery. The firewood is very difficult to store.
It's hard to stay in a cemetery.
Old Wu should be a veteran in collecting firewood. Under normal circumstances, he would not come here in such a terrain. After all, he would not gain much if he came. But Old Wu fell in this cemetery, which made Zhang Fan
Very confused.
However, judging from the words of the village chief, the cemetery in Zhaozhuangzi Village has signs of being haunted. In addition, there are two main roads here. Old Wu is likely to pass by this place when collecting firewood. If Old Wu is passing by
Under the circumstances here, it makes sense to be haunted by evil spirits.
Zhang Fan walked around the cemetery while thinking. The sunlight was stronger now, so Zhang Fan still didn't find anything special in this open-air cemetery.
Zhang Fan had just completed a circle when he saw his car parked in front of him, and four people got out of the car. One of them was Fang Yan, the other one was from Wanggezhai Village, and the rest were still there.
There were two people, one was thin and short, and the other was tall and bearded.
"Master, it was the two of them who found Old Wu in the cemetery." The village chief pointed at the two men and looked at Zhang Fanda.
The two of them looked at Zhang Fan and laughed, calling "Master".
"Tell me about the situation at that time." Zhang Fan said directly.
"The two of us were drinking at my house at noon that day. We both drank too much. After drinking some tea, the two of us said we would go for a walk in the field and look at the wheat, so we came to the field together. We passed by this
When we were walking along the main road, we noticed a dark figure in the cemetery, so we came over. When we got closer, we found that the person lying in the cemetery was Lao Wu.
Mr. Lao Wu came to our village to collect firewood. We had known each other for a long time. We called Lao Wu several times, but he did not wake up. Finally, we called the people in their village, and then Wanggezhai Village
Changbie came over with their villagers and took Old Wu away. We don’t know what happened next." The man with a beard explained to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan glanced at the bearded man and asked, "Do you still remember where Old Wu fainted?"
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Remember, the place where he fainted was right next to my father's grave." Before the bearded man could answer, the short man replied.
"Then take me over and take a look." Zhang Fan answered,
"Okay, Master, I'll take you there." The short man said.
After saying that, he took the lead in walking towards the cemetery, with Zhang Fan and others following behind him.
"I heard that when it gets dark, people in your village don't dare to come to this cemetery. It is said that this cemetery is often haunted. Have you ever seen this cemetery haunted?" Zhang Fan asked.
The short man and the bearded man looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.
"That's what it is. The fact that the cemetery is haunted has been passed down from my grandfather's generation, but we can indeed hear the sound of ghosts crying and howling in the cemetery, as well as the flickering of will-o'-the-wisps.
I heard from my daughter that it is normal for will-o'-the-wisps to flicker in cemeteries. In fact, it is not a haunting, but a chemical reaction. Even though the flickering of will-o'-the-wisps is a chemical reaction, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling is not a chemical reaction. Using science
It can't be explained at all, plus our ancestral precepts, so none of us dare to come to this cemetery." The bearded man replied.
Zhang Fan nodded slightly. Indeed, the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling cannot be explained by modern science.
Soon, everyone arrived at the center of the cemetery. The short man pointed to the black and white grave in front and said, "This is my father's grave. When we came here, Lao Wu was lying in front of this stone monument."
As he spoke, the short man made some gestures in front of the black stone tablet.
After hearing the short man's words, Zhang Fan walked over to that location and looked at the location carefully, and Fang Yan followed closely.
Fang Yan grabbed a handful of soil from that position and rubbed it. He didn't find any difference between the soil in this place and the soil in other places. Then, Fang Yan threw the picture in his hand to the ground.
At this time, the short man walked up to the black stone monument and took a look at the base of the stone monument.
"It rained heavily this year and I didn't come over to take a look during the busy farming season. The soil under my father's monument was almost gone. I was there to save people last time and didn't notice it. I'll come over and bury the monument when I have time.
"The short man said as he kicked the soil towards the foundation of the stone monument and pressed hard with his feet.
"Stop kicking. Your kicks are all dust. If you have time, just come over with a shovel and bury it," the village chief said.
"Okay, no more kicking." The short man responded, but when he answered, he was giving the last kick.
However, his foot seemed to have touched something hard, tripping him up immediately.
The short man couldn't help but lower his head and glance, and everyone immediately turned their attention to the short man's feet.
I saw the small man squatting down and digging his hand into the spot where he had just been kicked.
"Huh? What is this?" A voice of surprise came from the short man's mouth.
Everyone also squatted down and looked at the depression that the short man had just dug. In that depression, there was a hard object the size of a palm. However, because the hard object was covered with soil, everyone could not see it.