It had also seen raging tears on the same face, and the girl's hysterical crying that day seemed to ring in its ears...
The grave ghost pursed his lips.
It looked at the humans following the monsters.
A hoarse female voice sounded in Xiao Xiao's mind, "Sir, would you like to hear a story?"
"Then, would you like to do me a favor?"
"good."
Xiao Xiao smiled, "If it's within my power."
"Thanks."
Tomb Ghost bent towards Xiao Xiao, "Maybe it's a somewhat troublesome request."
"It's okay for you to refuse at that time."
It just suddenly came up with this idea.
Maybe after a few days, it will forget how it felt at this time.
After all, after retrieving the little flower basket, it discovered that it seemed to be a forgetful monster.
...
"ah?"
The middle-aged man was a little surprised by Xiao Xiao's sudden voice.
What he said was even more incomprehensible.
What's the meaning?
Did the tomb ghost say something?
The middle-aged man followed Xiao Xiao's line of sight and looked in the direction of the tombstone.
As expected, I saw nothing.
He sighed inwardly.
Not being able to see... is such a nuisance.
...
"Uncle Chen."
Xiao Xiao turned to look at the middle-aged man with a confused look on his face, "The tomb ghost wants to tell me a story."
"It'll take a while."
"I am not sure."
"You can go down the mountain and wait for me in the car."
"Or you can go back first."
"I will go back by myself."
"How is this possible?"
The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Xiao disapprovingly, "There are no cars passing by here."
"How do you go back?"
After all, it is a "graveyard".
Except for special occasions, this place is rarely visited.
Especially at night.
"Let's go down the mountain together."
"You are not familiar with the mountains. It will be dark by then, and it will be bad if you get lost or have an accident."
The middle-aged man has a firm attitude.
Xiao Xiao didn't insist, "Then I'll ask Uncle Chen to wait for a while."
...
"Um, classmate Xiao."
The middle-aged man remembered Xiao Xiao's opening words, "The tomb ghost wants to tell you a story?"
"Is it the story about the little flower basket?"
Xiao Xiao looked at the tomb ghost.
The grave ghost nodded.
"Yes."
Xiao Xiao looked at the middle-aged man again, "It's the story about the little flower basket."
"really......"
The middle-aged man murmured.
It's not hard to guess.
Such an ordinary little flower basket, but the grave ghost would rather risk his life to find it...
There must be some reason for this...
The middle-aged man couldn't help but have a look of wanting to know on his face.
The story of the tomb ghost...
This is not a story that is usually known.
...
Seeing this, Xiao Xiao looked at the tomb ghost and said, "Uncle Chen also wants to know this story."
The grave ghost nodded.
Since it is willing to tell one human, it doesn't mind telling a second human either.
It's just an old story anyway.
...
"Uncle Chen, I'll tell you later."
With the consent of the tomb ghost, Xiao Xiao turned to look at the middle-aged man, his eyebrows slightly curved.
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, "Okay."
Although I feel a little anxious, who can't tell me that I can't see the ghost in the tomb?
Not to mention hearing the voice of the tomb ghost.
...
The tomb ghost sat on the tombstone.
Holding a small flower basket in hand.
Fortunately, it's dark now and it's not tomb-sweeping season, so there aren't many people nearby.
Otherwise, a small flower basket floating in mid-air may scare many people.
…
The grave ghost lowered his eyes and looked at the small flower basket in his hand.
After a few breaths, a hoarse female voice sounded in Xiao Xiao's mind.
This is a story that has been going on for a long, long time...
…
On this day, the tomb ghosts wandered freely among the cemeteries in the mountains as usual.
Then, it found a new tomb on the mountain.
It was curious and leaned over the tombstone to take a closer look.
It's a photo of a woman.
Well.
very young.
It has seen so many tombstones, and it is rare to see such a young deceased person.
They are basically old grandfathers and old ladies with gray hair and wrinkled faces.
Moreover, the grave ghost frowned.
It's strange. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have failed to notice such a loud noise as the burial.
However, this tombstone seems to have appeared here quietly.
If it hadn't been confident in its own memory, it would have never seen this tombstone. It would have doubted whether this tombstone had existed long ago and had just been forgotten by itself.
…
After tilting his head and thinking for a while, still unsure of the reason, the Tomb Ghost gave up thinking.
It flew around the new tombstone several times.
It felt a little boring.
But he didn't leave.
It is waiting for the grave sweeper.
It is looking forward to it, wondering what interesting stories it can hear this time?
…
Some of the humans who came to visit the graves were very silent.
Some are very talkative.
I will say a lot of things to the tombstone.
Even though it half-understood those words, it didn't stop it from being full of interest.
Just listening to those sounds and watching the changing expressions on human faces makes it very interesting.
Smile, cry, complain, get angry...
There are many expressions that it cannot clearly define.
It sometimes learns to put on the human expressions it sees on its face.
However, the final result is always not as good as the devil intended.
Something seems to be missing?
It doesn't know what's wrong.
Maybe, it's just because humans are humans and it's a monster?
…
The tomb ghost sat on this tombstone and watched the sunrise for seven days.
It was late autumn at that time, and even when the sun was at its strongest during the day, it was still within its tolerable range.
Besides, it was mostly cloudy in those days.
It really likes late autumn and winter the most.
It can appear outside all day long.
Spring is also good, with lots of rain.
Summer is really annoying.
The constant chirping of cicadas is also very noisy.
…
The tomb ghost floated to the tombstone, looked at the woman in the photo, and complained a little.
"How come no one comes to see you?"
The tomb ghost's ears twitched.
A faint commotion came from afar.
Its eyes lit up.
"I'm leaving."
The grave ghost looked at the eyes of the woman in the photo, which were gentle eyes with a smile, "I have been with you for many days."
"I'll come over next time someone comes to your place."
…
The tomb ghost left.
It followed the vague movement and found a new tombstone.
It likes new tombstones best.
That means new people, new stories.
Listening to the noise in its ears, it thought, yes.
It should be this lively.
So, how could it not hear such a loud sound?
Is the previous tombstone really the new tomb?
It can't help but doubt.
…
Because of doubts in his heart, the tomb ghost has been thinking about that cemetery.
After the cemetery here became quiet, it immediately drifted towards the previous tombstone that made it feel a little strange.
Then, its eyes suddenly opened wide.
Humanity!
There is a human standing in front of that tombstone!
The corners of the grave ghost's mouth slowly opened.