(8 o'clock)

Going to the grave to worship is a common thing. But what if you go to worship late at night?

I remember very clearly that late at night after experiencing the profession of gravekeeper, all kinds of strange things came one after another, and once I only dared to squat in the grave guard room and not go out.

But when the tomb was raised, I still dare not forget the work of patrolling the tomb. This is also what Zhang Liguo repeatedly explained, and this work is also the significance of the tomb guardian.

What if I don’t patrol the tomb? This is also a question I have been hesitating about. To be honest, I really don’t want to walk out of this tomb guarding room. I don’t know what strange things are happening in the cemetery outside.

But curiosity and responsibility finally occupied the high ground of my "thought". As soon as the morning arrived, I resolutely picked up the flashlight with the battery installed and walked out of the tomb guarding room.

Before patrolling the cemetery, I had read the various forms in the cemetery guarding the cemetery, and at least I had an intuitive understanding of the data of this cemetery. Those forms not only told me the total number of graves in this cemetery, but also let me know

In this cemetery, there are the "oldest" tombs, the "youngest" tombs, the deserted tombs that no one has paid tribute to, and the graves with the most supernatural events...

Tomb patrol is not a technical job. Yesterday, under the guidance of Zhang Liguo, I have mastered more or less the rules of the most important work of the tomb guard. I followed the steps and searched for the route that Zhang Liguo took yesterday and walked it all over.

, while walking, counting. After the inventory was completed, it was found that the number of graves was consistent with the number of registered graves. This was quite peaceful. Unlike yesterday, when counting with Zhang Liguo, there would be two graves for no reason.

After the tomb patrol was completed, I hurried to the tomb guarding room. I didn't want to stay in the cemetery for an extra minute during this period. I was about to reach the door of the tomb guarding room, and suddenly a fire lit up in the sky on the hillside.

, very dazzling. The next one was the raging fire - it was on fire!

This accident made me shudder. I encountered a fire on the first day of independent grave guarding. What a sin. So I quickly picked up my phone and called the fire alarm. But what was bad was that the phone, which was originally fully charged, had a black screen instantly and was cut off.

I thought of calling the police.

"What should I do?" Fortunately, I received training in fire drills, so I hurried back to the tomb guarding room, picked up the fire extinguisher and rushed to the hillside. While rushing, I was joking in my heart. "It's up to this fire extinguisher in my hand to extinguish it.

Is that a raging fire?" "Don't be loyal to you! Don't be judged by a martyr in this situation, you may even be charged with "playing with fire and self-harm."

I was extremely conflicted, but my legs were still firm. I walked in two steps in three steps and rushed to the fire scene without hesitation.

Unfortunately, it usually takes only 5 minutes to get there, but I haven’t arrived after 10 minutes. It seems that there is an endless mountain road. At this time, my first thought should be - I have encountered a ghost and hit a wall!

The ghost hits the wall, a supernatural phenomenon that only occurs in China. In a certain space, living objects (including people) are constantly walking around, without any end. What is scary is that

In this space, I don’t know what kind of concept of time is? Sometimes, when you walk out of the ghost to hit the wall, you find that the outside world is fifty years later.

Of course, there are many unknown incidents when ghosts hit the wall, which is even more terrifying. For example, the China Airlines incident in 2002 was actually a case where the plane encountered ghosts hit the wall during its takeoff, and more than 200 passengers in the plane were killed.

.The last message of death was circulated, which was actually that some of the victims had already walked out of the ghost to hit the wall and finally made a hysterical cry for help.

I am exploring the supernatural psychology and know very well what it means to me in this current environment to encounter ghosts and walls: no one can help me, and no form can contact the outside world. The only thing I can do now is to move forward bravely.

On the premise of this, try to keep yourself blood. Always remember: When you encounter a ghost hitting a wall, you cannot stop, and you cannot turn back, because there is a huge mouth of death behind you, constantly

Devour every inch of land you have walked. Blood can satisfy the hunger of death, and it can also leave an "mark" that cannot be copied (imitated) on your way forward...,

I was so cruel that I punched my nose. My broken nose suddenly became bloody. It was such a "great" behavior that made my eyes lit up, and in a short while I ran to the hillside-

I walked out of the ghost to hit the wall.

But where did the raging fire come from the mountainside? The fire extinguisher in my hand seemed a little redundant.

"It's impossible to read it wrong!" The fire that I saw just now soaring into the sky and the raging fire was vivid in my mind. "Then what's going on in front of me now?"

"The scene I saw is real? Or is it all false when I see it now?" I thought blankly:

Just as I was confused, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Son! Don't blame your mother, mom is really powerless."

I looked in the sound and saw a young woman kneeling in front of a tomb (large tomb), crying. This scene made my face distorted, "It's unheard of to worship late at night!"

"Is it a female ghost?" I muttered in my heart, but then I thought, and felt that this judgment was not very appropriate. Who has ever seen ghosts worship dead people? They are all in the underworld, so why do you need to come to the Yang Realm to worship?

Isn’t this a matter of taking off your pants and farting?

Thinking of this truth, I plucked up the courage to walk to the woman. Seeing that she was muttering something, I didn't want to disturb her. After she finished speaking to the grave, I came forward and said softly: "You'll be there tonight."

Are you not afraid of coming to worship alone?"

The woman turned around and looked at me, her face full of surprise. I continued to look at the woman, and I immediately felt strange. The woman looked like an ancient costume. Could it be that she was filming a horror movie at night?

Thinking of this, I quickly looked around, it was empty, and there was no sign of filming and television.

I couldn't help but feel cold in my heart, and I kept comforting myself, "Maybe I'm having a cross-dressing psychopath!"

But obviously my comfort was meaningless: the woman turned a blind eye to me. I took a deep breath and looked at the tombstone that worshiped the grave. I almost staggered. This grave was what I dreamed of in my dream.

The nameless tomb of the name (see Chapter 121 for details).

It was not until this time that I remembered to see if this woman had a shadow? People often say that ghosts have no shadow!

I looked at the woman with the moonlight and the flashlight in my hand. The woman was obviously shining by my flashlight and said to me viciously: "You are so rude. You are not only wearing strange clothes, but also holding them.

It is really too much to wander such a foreign thing in front of others."

After the woman said this, I also saw that this woman had a shadow, so she probably wasn't a female ghost. Seeing that she was logical and didn't look like a crazy person, I asked curiously, "Why are you in front of the grave in the middle of the night

Memorial?"

The woman looked at me suspiciously again and said casually: "Do you care when I will pay tribute?" She paused for a moment, and then asked in fear, "Are you sent by the Li family?"

"Li family? It seems that when I was dreaming, there was a conversation between a man and a woman. There was a few words with the surname Li." When I thought of this, I seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked the woman, what year is this year? The woman answered in surprise and suspicion.

: "It's the 18th year of Guangxu!"

"The 18th year of Guangxu?" I exclaimed, Haven't I walked out of the ghost to hit the wall? I looked at my heel in panic. Where is my shadow under the bright moonlight? (To be continued., welcome

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