Under the yin moon in the sky, I ran towards Yizhuang, thinking in my heart: don't let anything happen, don't let anything happen.
I hurried to Yizhuang all the way without even caring about my fear. When I arrived at the gate of Yizhuang, I felt a chill. There was actually a chill in the night in the dog days of summer. The gate of Yizhuang was tightly closed, and there was a sign on it.
Bloody fingerprints, blood dripping along the crack of the door.
"To go in or not to go in?" I thought about it, I couldn't leave my ancestors in this Yizhuang and ignore them. If what the child said was true, the time was coming.
My scalp felt numb, so I pushed the door and walked into the Yizhuang. This time, the door did not open by itself. I only heard a "squeak" echoing in the sky above the Yizhuang, and those who heard it got goosebumps. The further I walked into the Yizhuang,
The more I felt that there was a shadow staring coldly at my back, the feeling was so real that I sped up my pace.
"Grandma, let's sing a song now." As he cursed, he felt less afraid in his heart.
It happened to be like a ghost. As soon as I started singing, a whimpering female voice came from the courtyard. The voice seemed to be serenading, but the protracted female voice made people feel numb.
"Who is pretending to be a ghost here?" Although there are many things in the world that cannot be explained clearly, I never believe that there are such things as ghosts. If there are, then it is just someone pretending to be a ghost.
"Hee hee..." I scolded the female voice, but she laughed playfully. The elongated tone echoed over Yizhuang. Suddenly, a cloud came and covered the moon, making the whole Yizhuang even more hazy.
"Grandma, get out of here." I had already arrived at the gate of Yizhuang, and kicked open the door of Yizhuang. Yizhuang has a history of many years and has already been run down. With my kick,
, directly kicked the door panel down.
"Boom!" The door panel fell straight down, stirring up the dust on the ground. The scene in front of me suddenly became gray and blurry. That is to say, the sound of the door panel falling down seemed to disturb something, and the thing was white.
Huahua ran towards the coffin in a hurry.
Although I couldn't see clearly, I instinctively felt that this white thing was what I saw on the grave during the day. I was even more confused about what it was. The ground had not been cleaned for a long time, and it had been covered with a thick layer of dust.
thing
Leaving behind a string of footprints, like plum blossoms pointing towards the coffin.
I followed the footprints and looked over. The footprints finally disappeared at the bottom of the coffin, and no other footprints appeared. A weird idea suddenly came to my mind: Did this thing get into the coffin?
But I quickly rejected my idea. The coffin was nailed tightly by nails, and how could I get in if the coffin was intact? I looked at the footprints again, but I didn't have any clue, so I had to give up.
I took out my phone, and the number on it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning. I didn't want to delve into anything more, I just wanted to finish the work and leave early.
Thinking of this, I took out the Swiss Army Knife from my pocket, and then my fingertips felt raw. A drop of blood fell on the coffin lid. The blood quickly submerged into the coffin. According to common sense, how could this be possible for something painted with paint?
Absorb human blood so quickly?
I quickly put my fingers in my mouth, and soon the smell of blood filled my mouth. I felt pain in my fingertips again. When I took them out, they turned pale and without any blood, as if something had drained them.
The blood on my fingers was gone. The feeling was real. I watched my palms slowly lose color, then my whole arm. Finally, when my arms hung down weakly, the feeling disappeared.
"Grandma, didn't you tell me it wouldn't hurt?" The child clearly said it wouldn't hurt if I did this, but it didn't hurt much and almost destroyed my arm.
Then the smell of blood began to spread all over the Yizhuang, as if the whole Yizhuang had been washed with blood, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and in the end it even seemed to be around me.
I looked down and saw a pool of blood flowing out from under the coffin. I really doubted that the pool of blood came from my arm. Moreover, the blood flowed out and formed an arrow, pointing directly to the west.
"No, Xi Nai is the death position. Although there is a small hill there, it looks like a hidden dragon. But don't use the hidden dragon, and it is a death position. This is not just a hidden dragon, but more like a dead dragon." I touched it.
He held his chin and muttered: "Is there an error in the "Xunlong Jue" in the handbook? No, it must not be the fault of "Xunlong Jue".
Suddenly I remembered what the child said: The blood in the coffin shows the way, no matter life or death, just leave it to fate.
“Do we really have to leave it to fate?
"I frowned, thinking about all human affairs and knowing destiny.
Anyway, I did what I had to do. Thinking of this, I ran towards the outside of Yizhuang. I didn’t want to stay here for a while. The moment I stepped out of Yizhuang, I was kicked down.
The door panel actually returned to its original position, as if I had never kicked this thing down.
What a wicked thing! What a wicked thing! I almost burst into tears. I didn’t dare to look back and crawled towards the old house.
At the moment when I walked away, I looked back again. There was no moon in the night. Suddenly, a thunderbolt passed through the sky. In the light of that moment, I saw a group of white flowers at the door of Yizhuang.
This time I saw it clearly, it was the blue-eyed fox again!
Then I dreamed about that damn blue-eyed fox all night long. When I woke up the next day, I was not feeling well. But things at my great-grandfather’s place are not over yet. I can’t leave my great-grandfather in Yizhuang.
Today on the lunar calendar is a good day for relocation and funeral. I was also
Things here are so stressful. I just wanted to help my great-grandfather move his grave as soon as possible. After breakfast early in the morning, I took Wang Jian and others towards Yizhuang. This time, my third uncle also wanted to come with me. I teased
Then he asked: "Third uncle, why aren't you tired today?"
"Of course I have to do my part in filial piety regarding my father's affairs." Ahem, third uncle, don't pretend to be like me. I saw it. I really saw it. Don't think you've shrunk the interface for updating the game.
It can no longer be seen.
"Let's go." I really don't know anything about my old naughty third uncle. For such a big event as your father's tomb relocation, you can only make time when the game is updated.
After arriving at Yizhuang, there was no blood from yesterday on the ground. I always felt uncomfortable when I saw it, but no one could say that I could only hold it in my stomach. There was a huge group of people, and I was afraid that I would encounter something else, and let Wang
Jian brought a large jar of black dog blood, but this time he safely invited Grandpa Grandpa out of Yizhuang.
After leaving Yizhuang, I pointed to the west: "The place where the dragon's eye is buried on that hill."
The third uncle's eyes widened, he pointed at my nose and cursed: "That's a dead vein, who told you that?"
Can I say that your father told me? Can I say that the child claimed to be my great-grandfather?