Yang Ruolan and Yang Yongbai's biological mother, Yang, and the wife of Yang Hualin, the second wife of the old Yang family, also died of the plague and were buried here.

It is said that in the first year or two when it was first buried, this place was noisy every night, even on rainy afternoons, when the place was mist-shrouded and deserted.

There were some lone people who went up the mountain to pick tea leaves, or woodcutters passing by, and they all saw or heard something strange.

Passed on from one person to another, over time, Jiangjiapo became a forbidden area.

So much so that some shrews in the village would use these words when scolding each other, such as: Bury you in Jiangjiapo...

These are words that mean curse.

As her thoughts turned around, Yang Ruoqing had been dragged to Jiangjiapo by Luo Fengtang.

In front of his sight were the two uncles and aunts, who were staggering around two graves like headless flies and quarreling as they walked.

"Fourth uncle! Fourth aunt!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted towards them.

However, even though the distance was not far, it seemed as if the sound could not reach their ears.

"Fourth Aunt, Fourth Uncle, what are you doing? Come here!" Yang Ruoqing shouted at a louder tone.

But they still seemed completely unaware.

"Stop shouting, they can't hear you." Luo Fengtang said.

"What is going on? Is it possible that a ghost is attacking the wall?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang's face was stern, and he glanced at the gradually rising fog. The previously bright moonlight was now being swallowed up bit by bit by a black cloud, and the light everywhere dimmed.

"It should be the miasma. The miasma caused them to have hallucinations. When our army was stationed in the valley beside the Tongtian River, some soldiers also encountered this kind of thing. Qing'er, don't panic." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing frowned. From a scientific perspective, this kind of thing is miasma, which causes hallucinations.

To put it in a superstitious direction, it is the effect of some negative energy and magnetic fields invisible to the naked eye.

Especially Luo Fengtang's last words, "Qing'er, don't panic" made Yang Ruoqing confirm her guess that Luo Fengtang was maintaining his composure.

"What a panic, I still don't believe in that evil." Yang Ruoqing said, leaning down to pick up a small stone on the ground and throwing it towards Liu.

"Ouch!" Ms. Liu exclaimed in pain.

She raised her hand to rub her head and looked around, "Who is this bitch who wants to hit me with a stone?"

After shouting, Ms. Liu saw Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, and she was overjoyed, "Oh, Qing'er, Tangyaozi, why are you two here?"

"Please see where this place is before you ask me!" Yang Ruoqing asked angrily across several graves.

Mrs. Liu was startled for a moment, and then she realized that she was standing in the middle of a group of graves.

"Oh my god!" Ms. Liu screamed and rushed towards Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

Liu accidentally stepped on something placed in front of one of the tombs, and Mrs. Liu fell to the ground and chewed the mud.

Yang Ruoqing hurried over to help her up, and Mrs. Liu hugged Yang Ruoqing's arm, wanting to plunge her into Yang Ruoqing's arms.

His whole body was like a sieve for passing rice, shaking so hard that he screamed.

So much so that when Yang Ruoqing asked her what happened and why she was here, her lips were trembling and she couldn't say a single word.

Like a quail, it doesn't dare to raise its head.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to support Mrs. Liu and raised her hand to caress her back, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Tang Yazi and I are here. It's okay, it's okay."

Beside him, Luo Fengtang said: "My fourth uncle seems to be still having a nightmare. I'll go over and wake him up."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Be careful."

Luo Fengtang responded and strode towards the grave in front.

She didn't know if it was Yang Ruoqing's hallucination or something else, but she felt that when Luo Fengtang stepped into the cemetery, a faint golden light emanated from him.

It emitted like a halo and quickly dissipated in the mist.

Inside the cemetery, there seems to be invisible negative energy receding, just like when the tide ebbs, the seawater retreats very quickly into the depths of the sea, leaving only shells on the beach and some stranded small fish and shrimps.

And fourth uncle Yang Huaming was exactly that little fish.

He was originally circling a grave, one foot deep and one foot shallow, like a tired traveler rushing through the desert.

Suddenly, his vision went dark and he fainted.

Luo Fengtang stretched out his hand to support Yang Huaming and called "fourth uncle", but Yang Huaming showed no reaction at all.

"I passed out." He said to Yang Ruoqing here, then leaned over and carried Yang Huaming on his back and strode quickly towards Yang Ruoqing and Liu.

"Come down the mountain!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and helped Liu, who didn't dare to lift her head, "Let's go back."

Mrs. Liu's body was shaky, "I, my legs are weak, I feel like I'm going to faint..."

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corner of her mouth and took away the hand holding Liu's hand.

"I can't carry you. If you faint, then sleep here tonight and walk back to the village by yourself when you wake up tomorrow!" Yang Ruoqing said.

As he said it, he let go of his hand and Liu fell to the ground with a thud.

Yang Ruoqing started to leave. Liu rushed up and hugged Yang Ruoqing's legs, "No, no, no, don't leave me. I can walk on my own."

She quickly got up from the ground, clinging to Yang Ruoqing like a piece of brown candy, and stumbled down the mountain.

By the river at the foot of the mountain, Lao Yangtou and the others were already waiting there.

I saw two torches shaking in the distance.

Seeing the fire, Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief and said to Mrs. Liu, "It's safe now. My father and the others are here."

After hearing this, Mrs. Liu dared to raise her head, and when she saw Old Yangtou and Yang Huazhong, Mrs. Liu's trembling improved a little.

As for Lao Yangtou and the others, they also saw Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang coming down the mountain and hurried over to greet them.

Seeing that one of the couple was unconscious and the other was scared out of his mind, Lao Yangtou only asked: "Where did you find it?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Jiangjiapo."

Old Yangtou's expression changed. He raised his head and glanced in the direction of Jiang Jiapo. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly said: "Go home first. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it later."

Everyone left, Yang Huazhong said: "Dad, why don't you leave?"

Lao Yangtou said: "You go in front, I will stop behind."

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, turned around and left without thinking much.

Old Yangtou turned his head again and looked in the direction of Jiang Jiapo, sighed, turned around and followed the others towards the village.

When I arrived at the old house, I gave Yang Huaming two sips of Shaodaozi wine and washed Yang Huaming's face with hot water. After a while, Yang Huaming coughed twice and opened his eyes.

His face was pale, and his face was stained with a strange flush from the two burns of the knife.

His eyes were a little wandering, and his whole person looked slightly demented.

Especially when he saw the bright lights in the room and so many people gathered in front of him, Old Yang's face was right in front of him. The old man's face was full of worry, and he even raised his hand to touch Yang Huaming's head and asked him: "Old man?"

Four, how are you?"
Chapter completed!