At this moment, the ghost woman was applying glutinous rice to the old woman's eyebrows.
The old woman's face looked very painful, white air kept coming out of her forehead, and her mouth was trembling.
The look was simply terrifying.
But fortunately, she still didn't struggle.
The village chief's collision was very strange.
The pig butchers are so fierce, why are these people quiet again?
While I was thinking about it, I also wanted to get the answer from Miao Guangyang.
Miao Guangyang spoke at the right moment: "Ghost woman, leave one to lead the way."
The ghost woman didn't have any doubts, so she cut off a piece of the child's rope.
As soon as the rope was broken, the child walked forward blankly, but it stopped again in front of the courtyard gate.
"I don't have time to wait for you to finish dealing with them all. I want to see how the dead man buried himself and where he was buried. I have to dig him out quickly. Without these few of his blood relatives to send him off, he You’ll have to find someone else in a while. You’ll also need to figure out who’s pointing him out.”
Miao Guangyang paused for a moment, then continued in a deep voice: "I will leave a mark for you. Also, lend Li Yinyang the mourning stick. He will follow me."
The ghost woman's movements were slightly stiff, and he nodded and said, "Okay."
Miao Guangyang pointed to the ground on the other side of the main room just now.
Immediately I saw the thin wicker stick wrapped with white silk that was thrown out by the ghost woman a moment ago.
It turns out that's called a mourning stick...
I quickly ran over and picked it up.
When I hold this stick, I feel a chill, and the chill is so intense that I can't help but shiver.
Miao Guangyang's tone was more solemn: "I'll look for you. There shouldn't be any accidents in the village. You can follow us later and try not to make any mistakes."
The ghost woman nodded again and solemnly said a good word.
Miao Guangyang turned back and walked towards the courtyard door. I quickly followed Miao Guangyang, but my hand was still holding the mourning stick tightly.
Miao Guangyang ignored the child. Even though the child had reached the base of the wall, he did not go over.
He just reached out and took off the three-fold plate hanging on the head of the courtyard.
Suddenly, the child who was dangling at the base of the wall suddenly straightened up.
He turned his head, stiffened his body, and returned towards the door.
As for the remaining three people tied to the tree, except for the old woman who was pressed between her eyebrows with glutinous rice by the ghost woman, they didn't move much.
The legs and feet of the other two people were moving unconsciously, and their heads were turned to look at the courtyard door, obviously wanting to come over.
My eyelids twitched slightly, and my hand subconsciously tightened the mourning stick.
It's just that I always feel like I'm holding it wrong, as if it might slip out of my hand at any time.
Miao Guangyang said in a cautious tone: "Li Yinyang, follow him closely. He will lead us to the village chief. Hold the mourning stick. Maybe something will see this child lose half of his soul and want to Get it over there and you whip that thing.”
After a pause, Miao Guangyang continued: "I'm following you. When the village chief sees it's you and his grandson, he won't run away."
Immediately, I understood what Miao Guangyang meant.
He used the village chief's grandson to lead the way, and the village chief asked them to bump into each other, just so that someone would die when he was buried.
If we trap these people to death, the village chief will definitely hit others if he can't wait for people to come.
Now Miao Guangyang seems to be using me and this child as bait. The village chief will not touch other villagers when he comes to reduce trouble for us.
Secondly, when he saw me, he must have wanted my life!
I pursed my lips, nodded, and said a good word.
At this moment, the village chief's grandson had already reached the entrance of the courtyard. He staggered across the threshold and walked out.
I kept silent and followed him directly.
After leaving here, the place we headed towards was not in the direction of the back mountain.
It's on the left side of the village.
There are mountains and woods in the back mountain, which is a good place to bury people, but that location was used by my father to hang the body.
In fact, it’s not just my father, it should be that the corpse collectors in Lijiacun did this in the early years before my father became a corpse collector.
So much so that when people are buried in the village, they will choose other places.
I cautiously followed the village chief's grandson forward. I carefully paid attention to the movements around me and looked back from time to time.
When I turned around, I was still muttering in my heart because I didn't see Miao Guangyang.
But he will definitely follow us, it’s just that he is also on guard, so it’s obvious that he doesn’t follow us...
By this time, the night was no longer so foggy.
When we walked to the graveyard on the left side of the village, most of the fog in the night sky had dissipated.
The thin mist lingered on the full moon, and it became so gloomy that it became what the old people often call a ghost moon.
When they arrived here, the village chief's grandson froze and his body suddenly trembled.
It didn't matter if he wasn't shaking. With a movement, all the ropes wrapped around his body strangely fell off!
What's even weirder is that he glanced at me sideways, with a sinister sneer in his eyes.
The mourning stick I hold in my hand tightens...
He turned around and entered the grave...
After I followed in, I felt a chill all over my body.
Fenggangzi is a deserted land. My father told me that a warlord fought here more than ten years ago and many people died.
When the warlords left, many corpses were buried here.
Later, this place was chosen by the villagers as a cemetery.
At a glance, there are graves all over the place. They are more than ten meters apart. If you are close, there is a grave about three or four meters away...
The village chief's grandson was not walking slowly, so I could only speed up my steps and keep up with him quickly.
When we passed a tomb, I discovered that the tomb was extremely thin. There were even rolled straw mats protruding from the soil, and it seemed that there was a pitch black foot inside...
After that grave, there is another slightly better brick grave...
What’s even weirder is that there is a person squatting in front of the brick tomb...
That person is a woman... Viewed from the back, she has a slender waist, is wearing a satin dress, and has delicate three-inch golden lotus.
She seemed to be holding the tombstone in front of the brick grave, her body twitching slightly.
She suddenly turned her head, revealing a frighteningly white face without any color at all.
This face is very ugly. Although she has a good figure and is slender and bumpy, she has a round face with small eyes and a flat nose.
She didn't look at me, but stared blankly at the village chief's grandson.
"Why would such a good-looking fat boy go to the grave of a dead man? If he goes there, he will never come back." The woman's voice was thin and deep, making people's skin crawl.
"Go home with your sister, and she will take you to eat and drink."
The woman's eyes narrowed with laughter, but she raised her hand to grab the shoulder of the village chief's grandson.
What was strange at this moment was that the village chief's grandson actually turned around.
He didn't dodge or move, as if he was waiting to be grabbed on the shoulder.
This scene gave me a chill.
How could there be normal people squatting in front of the grave in the middle of the night?
The things she wore were respectable, but this person didn't look like a decent person! ?
