I looked at the principal of the high school and said, "Yu Wei is back, and she took two people away."

While I was speaking, I pressed the photo of Yu Wei's death on the table and pushed it to the principal of the high school: "Look at this person is Yu Wei?"

The principal's face suddenly turned pale: "What are you showing me this? Am I a forensic doctor? Take it away... Take it away quickly... If you do this again, be careful I will sue you."

I smiled faintly at the principal of the college and put away the photo: "Since you said you don't know Yu Wei, then forget it. When you need it, you can contact me. Let's go."

After I came out of the principal's office, I didn't stop and walked down the mountain along the mountain road. Before I could walk far, I felt someone was following me. When I turned around, I saw a student. I asked with a smile: "Little classmate, are you going to take us down the mountain?"

The child nodded first, then shook his head: "I'm going home and going with you all the way."

When I came up from the mountain over there, I didn't see anyone else: "Where is your home?"

"On the mountain over there!" The child pointed up the mountain.

"Will you go like this, aren't you going around in circles?" I looked in the direction of the child's finger. If he followed us down the mountain, he would obviously have to take a detour back.

The child said, "If you don't let go on the mountain there, you have to take a detour."

I suddenly became interested: "Who won't let you go?"

"Sir, the principal doesn't let him go. He said the road is not easy to walk there." The child pouted and walked around us.

I quickly called out to the other party: "Wait, have anyone walked over there?"

"Yes!" said the child: "My classmate had walked by before. He said that there were graves on the mountain over there, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to leave halfway. After he came back, he had a high fever for several days. He said that someone on the mountain over there called his name." The child left after saying that.

Xiaotangdou and I looked at each other and walked around the direction of the child's fingers.

People living in the mountains have taught their children to hear someone calling you in the wilderness and mountains since they were young, and they could not agree or look back. Looking back, they might encounter something. Moreover, the legends in each place are different. Some places say that the monsters who call you behind their backs are monsters, some places say that they are dead people, and some places simply say that it is your own soul calling you behind their backs. If you don’t look back, your soul will follow you. When you walk to a place with light, your soul will come back. When you look back, you look at the other person behind you, and your heart is shocked.

No matter if someone is calling someone on that mountain, the nearby villagers will definitely not seek far away for no reason.

When we arrived, we saw that the mountain was as the child said. There were desolate graves all over the mountains and fields, and some graves had even been washed halfway by the rain. It seemed that no one had been here for many years.

Xiao Tangdou whispered: "Brother Fox, do you think it's a bit strange? How many people can live nearby? Why are there so many graves here?"

From ancient times to the present, people gathered in the mountainous areas are relatively sparse. Some villages in the deep mountains can live in hundreds or eighty people, which is considered a big village. Judging from the school just now, there should not be much population here, but the deserted tombs here occupy half of the mountain. Are these tombs a cemetery accumulated from generation to generation?

I immediately denied my thoughts. The villagers would not let their children go up the mountain here, and they would definitely not bury graves on the mountain. The old saying goes that people should not be buried in evil places. If they are buried like this, their ancestors will inevitably be in peace.

I walked along the mountain road for a while and saw a house built with stones. There was a lantern hanging in front of the door.

The few pieces of paper that were still stuck to the bones of the lanterns had already changed color under the wind and rain, and they couldn't tell whether it was a red light or a white light. The threshold of the house was surprisingly high, even a few inches higher than the threshold of the Forbidden City. If you want to go in, don't raise your legs or not, don't step into the door.

This room used to live with a warlock!

Thresholds seem inconspicuous, but in fact they are of great effect.

The threshold for ordinary people is to block water. There is a threshold that cannot enter the door when it rains on rainy days. In Feng Shui, putting the Five Emperors money under the threshold can also block evil and eliminate disasters.

The threshold of the Forbidden City is highly cultivated, which is said to prevent confessions from being forced to do so. There is a high threshold for forcing the rebels to force the palace to go straight in, which has bought some time for the unlucky emperor to escape.

Warlocks cultivate high thresholds to block people, especially zombies.

According to legend, ordinary zombies have stiff joints and cannot make bends on their legs, so they can only jump forward. If they want to enter the door, they cannot jump too high. If they jump high, they will hit the door frame. If they jump short, they will be blocked by the threshold. There is such a threshold that zombies cannot enter the door.

Xinyan squatted in front of the threshold and looked at it: "There are signs of collision below the threshold, and there are zombies here."

When I looked at Xinyan with a little surprise, the latter said expressionlessly: "These are what Xiao Yao and the others taught me."

I have read Xinyan's resume. She was born into a special forces soldier like me and had undergone rigorous training. However, she did not have any background in art. At first, I thought that I had time to let my breasts teach her something so that I could deal with some emergencies, but I didn't expect that she would learn it quietly by herself.

I asked tentatively, "What else do you see?"

Xinyan knew that I was deliberately examining her: "This house seems to be in disrepair, but in fact, it was reinforced when it was built. The foundation went deep into the ground, and it seemed not only to resist external invasion. I suspect that this is where Instructor Qu's diary was written, his grandmother built a house in the barren mountains. If that's the case, Instructor Qu's mother should be underneath the house."

I also thought of this, but I was not sure. I was only able to confirm this. I saw the two coffins in the stone house room and confirmed my judgment. This is the place mentioned in the instructor's diary.

The instructor's diary clearly states that his grandmother buried two men from the Chen family. Why are there two coffins here?

More importantly, there was no dust on the two lipstick coffins, the door of the wing room was locked from outside, and there was no rust on the lock head, which means that someone would come to take care of the coffins. Who was looking at the coffins?

I closed the door again: "Tangdou, look at the wing room and help Xinyan find the burial of the coffin under the house. I'll go out."

According to the instructor's diary, his mother was buried under the house by his grandmother. If a coffin was dug out from under the house, the matter here would be sure.

I went out of the house and lit a few white lights in the mountains and turned them back, but Xiaotangdou and the others found nothing unusual in the house.

I told them to help me protect the Dharma, and sat cross-legged on the kang in the stone house, sinking my mind into the white light. Not long after, a faint light lit up in the mountains and forests. I looked at the lights of the white lights, but I saw the principal carrying a shovel and lanterns quietly touching the mountain from the bottom of the mountain.

I learned the word "White Lighting" at the instructor's house, and I could see things elsewhere through the light. The white light hidden in the tree by me is equivalent to my eyes. Wherever the light can shine, I could see wherever the light can shine. However, the word "White Lighting" has an obvious flaw, which is that it is too easy to expose my position. I can see others through the light, and others can also see the light. Although I used the leaves to cover it up, I could still see faint light between the gaps of the leaves.

Whether my white light scares the other person away is still a question.

While I was worried, the other party seemed to notice the light on the lantern, but the other party had no intention of stopping. He still walked forward with the lantern. The principal of the high school walked to the front of a newer tomb before stopping, muttering: "You have been away for so many years, why are you back? How many people will die if you come back once? Why can't you stay in the grave honestly?"

As the principal spoke, he dug up the floating soil on the grave. After a while, he dug up the grave a little bit. Before the coffin was exposed, he first turned out several wooden nails as thick as mop poles.

Peach wood nails!

The peach wood is nailed in the center of the grave to make the dead people in the grave scattered, and the peach wood is nailed around the grave to prevent people from coming out and walking around.

The dead people in this grave must have come back.

Is Yu Wei buried there?

The principal dug out peach wood nails and put the shovel aside. He picked up his lantern with a wooden pole and placed it next to the grave so that the light could shine on the grave.

When the principal of the high school shoveled out to dig the soil, he also cried in his voice: "You said, what do we owe you? Why don't you leave? Over the years, you have tried every means to come back. Don't you say what you are going to do?"

"What do we owe you? You say! If you owe money, we will pay back the money. If you owe your life, we can pay back the life. What are you going to do?"

When the principal was still digging the graves, a knock on the door suddenly came from my ears.

There is someone in the wing room!

When I suddenly turned around, the locked door had been pushed open by someone to a wide gap between his fingers. Someone was lying on the crack of the door and looking out. As soon as I touched the other person's gaze, I was shocked - the man's eyes were fake! Not only did the man have no eyelids, but there was also a blue-white light flowing in his eyes. At first glance, it seemed that someone used two glass balls to exchange his eyeballs.

Without using Xinyan, I pulled out my gun and pointed it at the door.

Before Xinyan could fire, another thud came from the roof. At first glance, it sounded like someone was standing on the roof and jumping upwards. The dust on the roof trembled with the other person's body and slid down around like running water. After a while, the room was filled with dust, which was almost difficult to open its eyes.

The first reaction in my head was: Are there zombies outside going to the room?
Chapter completed!