In this room, Liu Dixian was filled with emotion and his mind was turning upside down. Beside him, Yang Ruoqing was staring at the mass grave a hundred steps away with a sharp look on her face.

"Sir, what do you think those are?"

She gently touched Liu Dixian's sleeve beside her and asked in a low voice.

Liu Dixian suddenly came back to his senses and looked straight ahead.

I saw some small, shiny things slowly flying out of the grass surrounding the cemetery in front of me.

Those things are like fireflies on a summer night, flying in the air and shining with a green light.

The strange thing is that they only stay in the area above the cemetery and don't go anywhere else.

"The weather hasn't gotten that hot yet, so it shouldn't be fireflies."

Yang Ruoqing continued to speak in a low voice.

Liu Dixian also said in a deep voice: "This is a common will-o'-the-wisp in cemeteries, so it's okay."

Saying it was okay, Liu Dixian took Yang Ruoqing and found a big tree nearby for shelter.

"Will-o'-the-wisp?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "People from our village often pass by here at night and say they see will-o'-the-wisp here. Are there really ghosts where there are will-o'-the-wisps?"

Liu Dixian nodded and continued to explain: "This kind of ghost fire is what the folks call it. In our industry, it is called phosphorus fire. It is a self-igniting fire related to the bones of the deceased. The fire is green."

After Liu Dixian said this, Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood.

Phosphorus is a chemical element that is rich in corpse bones. This element has a very low ignition point and can be naturally found in the air. Therefore, it is normal for there to be green firelights flying around the cemetery like fireflies.

only……

"Mr. Liu, there is a man walking over there with a firefly on his head. Look."

A moving black shadow appeared in Yang Ruoqing's sight.

"Where did that black shadow come from? When did it appear?" Beside him, Liu Dixian asked in a low voice, with a bit of surprise in his voice.

He had been staring at the cemetery in front of him and noticed nothing strange.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I don't know where it came from. It seemed like I blinked and he appeared, haha..."

He laughed dryly to calm down the tension and excitement in his heart.

Growing up, I had seen the beautiful corpse of the incorruptible queen of the Southern Dynasties, and also seen the fish in the underground river that had no eyes but had teeth that could eat people.

He also fought against the evil force that locked the soul of a child and used puppetry to control the child's body to fight for it...

Following Tang Yazi on the battlefield, he was even more bloody and bloody, walking on piles of corpses...

Yang Ruoqing asked herself that she was also someone who had experienced big storms, but now she felt a little frightened when she saw the slowly moving black shadow with a little firelight on its head in the middle of the cemetery in front of her.

The black figure had been separated by a distance and was a bit blurry. Now it was moving towards this side. Yang Ruoqing could see clearly that it was a person.

He was an old man wearing a black robe with a sallow complexion and thin muscles.

The old man's eye sockets were so big that they were almost sunken. His nose was high and the tip of his nose was as sharp as a hook.

His gray beard covered his mouth, and a large black mole next to his left eyebrow was particularly conspicuous.

Because in the villagers' houses, large moles with that shape and color are called "cow dung moles". They are named because they look like a pile of cow dung on the ground.

Well, Yang Ruoqing had to give a thumbs up to those villagers who were so imaginative and imaginative. They were really like cow dung!

The old man walked around the graveyard with his hands behind his back. There was a light on his head. He was obviously moving, but he couldn't be seen raising his legs.

Yang Ruoqing had an urge to rush up and lift off the old man's long black robe to see if there were wheels under his feet...

"This old ghost, it seems that this ghost spirit is not a lonely soul without an owner, but a ghost that died in vain." Liu Dixian suddenly said.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Liu Dixian in surprise and found that he was narrowing his eyes and looking at the old ghost walking in the cemetery in front of him with interest.

"Sir, you are so awesome. You can tell from this?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but praise.

Liu Dixian smiled faintly, "If I guessed correctly, this old ghost's grave should be somewhere else. He came here for a purpose."

Purposeful?

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, for what purpose?

Have you made an appointment with someone to chat, drink tea, smoke and play cards here?

"Here we come!" Liu Dixian said suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing held her breath, quickly looked away, and continued to look ahead nervously and excitedly.

In the cemetery ahead, there was suddenly another figure.

This time, it was the figure of an old lady, with a stooped back and a cane in her hand.

The clothes he was wearing were in tatters, and his bare feet were wearing a pair of straw sandals.

Why does this old lady's back look familiar?

Especially the way the hunchback turned ninety degrees and was still trying to figure out how to walk, Yang Ruoqing seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

The old man with the firelight on his head and the old lady with a hunched back and a cane came together, and then a low, intermittent and vague muttering sound came from the cemetery.

This reminded Yang Ruoqing of sitting next to the Sun family, Liu family and other women on a rainy day, listening to them talking about old ghost stories in the mountain village while they were doing needlework.

When it comes to people going to the mountain tea gardens to pick tea leaves on the day after rain and hearing ghosts talking, it seems to be like this.

Chirp, chirp, chirp, sometimes far and sometimes near. When it is far away, it seems to be very far away. When it is close, it seems to be whispering into your ear.

But you can't understand a word, and you can't hear it clearly, but there are indeed vague sounds coming into your ears intermittently.

It makes it difficult for you to catch, so you can only feel fear.

"The two of them are reminiscing about old times." Yang Ruoqing and Liu Dixian said softly.

Is it mother and son?

Or an old friend?

Could it be that we want to have the most beautiful sunset?

"Don't say anything, there's something going on!" Liu Dixian suddenly said, his expression becoming a bit gloomy.

Yang Ruoqing restrained her breath again and looked around cautiously.

Nothing happened...

While Yang Ruoqing was secretly wondering, a gust of wind came from the dark woods behind the cemetery.

The sound of the wind was getting louder and louder, as if from far away to nearer, and it sounded very powerful and overbearing.

If you close your eyes, you will definitely have a picture in your mind of a strong wind destroying trees and sweeping away grass, leaves and dead branches dancing wildly in the sky.

But in front of me, the trees in the dark woods opposite did not move at all, and they did not move at all, but the sound of the wind became louder and louder, roaring as if it wanted to swallow everything, and the sound of the wind was mixed with the roar of tigers.

Yes, it really is the roar of a tiger.

The roar of the white tiger king that was killed by Zhuiyun and Luo Fengtang was nothing more than that.

This time, the roar of the tiger was mixed with the strong wind, which was frightening to hear.

The phosphorus fire in the cemetery had long since disappeared without a trace, and the pair of old ghosts who had been so frightened had also disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!