After Uncle Liu finished explaining, he handed the bag of Yin rice to Huang Mao, who was empty-handed.

Huang Mao took the Yin rice, but with a little doubt:

"Uncle Liu, what are you using this rice for? Giving it as a gift?"

Uncle Liu rolled his eyes directly.

I explained beside me:

"It should be for ghosts to eat."

"Ah? Ghosts still eat this stuff, don't they only eat incense?"

Huang Mao was a little surprised.

After all, apart from having yin and yang eyes, he has very poor basic skills.

Uncle Liu said angrily:

"You kid, there are so many books in the library. If you read more books on weekdays, you will know how to pick up girls.

I don’t even know what Yinmi is doing.

You get the box later, Xiao Qin, get the rice bag."

Huang Mao was embarrassed to speak and stroked his yellow hair.

"No problem Uncle Liu!"

I replied and exchanged the things in my hands with Huang Mao.

Uncle Liu lit another cigarette for himself:

"Go in! I'll wait for you outside."

Huang Mao and I said "hmm", then took our things and entered the Yin Yang Lake Cemetery.

As soon as I entered the cemetery, I felt a cold breeze.

Looking around, there are two mausoleums on both sides of the broad lake.

There are layers upon layers of white tombstones, giving people a gloomy and depressing feeling.

The two of us walked along the gate for a while, and there was a small cemetery square.

I was about to go over, but Huang Mao standing next to me was slightly shocked and suddenly stopped.

He even grabbed me from the side, showing a little nervousness:

"Brother Xu, the front is good, there are so many, we can't get through..."

Looking at Huang Mao's nervous expression, his yin and yang eyes must have seen something.

After all, this is a cemetery, the resting place of the dead.

Apart from ghosts, there is nothing else.

I didn't move for the moment, quickly took out the cow's tears and wiped it on my eyelids.

As waves of coldness hit, the dark cemetery suddenly became much clearer.

I saw that the cemetery square, which was empty just now, was now densely packed with men, women, and children.

Each one of them looked pale and wandered back and forth in the small square, glancing at us from time to time.

There were even several children standing in front of us, blocking our way.

Now his gray eyes were wide open, looking at us motionless, very quiet.

It doesn't look malicious, it's just blocking our way.

I didn't panic either.

The ghosts in the cemetery are nothing short of normal.

It is much safer than the lonely ghosts outside.

As long as you don't mess with them, there's basically no danger.

I quickly opened the bag of rice, grabbed a handful, and sprinkled it on the ground.

Yinmi fell to the ground with a crash and said at the same time:

"Borrow a way."

And those little guys who were standing in front of us, when they saw the Yin rice falling on the ground, they all stepped forward to grab it.

Put it in your mouth and chew it, it looks very happy.

"My mine!"

"delicious!"

"..."

Those sounds were childish, and after a while, the cloudy rice that fell to the ground turned into dark yellow rice grains.

I watched these little brats grabbing rice, and I gave Huang Mao another hand:

"Walk!"

After saying that, the two of us walked around from the side.

However, the adult ghosts floating in the small square breathed or inhaled at us from time to time.

As we walked among the ghosts, we felt a chill on our necks, which made Huang Mao and I very uncomfortable.

Other than that, these ghosts didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

But the square is not big, so the two of us left here quickly.

At this time, Huang Mao glanced back slightly.

Then he said nervously:

"Brother Xu, why are they following us..."

I kept Uncle Liu's words in mind and immediately interrupted Huang Mao:

"Don't look around, let's go our own way.

If we don't cause trouble, they won't be in danger."

After saying that, I sprinkled a few more handfuls of rice on the road.

"Passing through Guibao Land, there will be many disturbances. Ask the old and young gentlemen for help."

I said something and quickened my pace.

After a while, I heard the crunching sound of rice being chewed behind me, which made my skin crawl.

The two of us walked quickly along Yin Yang Lake.

There are many tombstones along the path around the lake.

These tombstones are facing the small lake. From time to time, you can see men, women, and children standing beside the tombstones.

They just stood in front of their graves without moving or making a sound, just looking at us with wide gray eyes.

There are also some floating towards us, or even walking over here.

It's just that the posture is weird, standing on tiptoe...

This made Huang Mao and I feel uneasy from time to time. We either threw some rice, stood aside, or kept moving forward with our heads down.

It's not that I'm afraid of the residents of these cemeteries, I just remember Uncle Liu's words, don't offend the river.

We are here to do something, and we don't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

After walking for a while, a long wooden bridge appeared in front of us.

The stream flows from the mountain stream into the lake, and the sound of the water "gurgling" can be heard from a distance.

But when we approached the long wooden bridge, we found bursts of black gas rising from the lake under the wooden bridge.

I glanced under the bridge, it was better not to look.

At this glance, he discovered that a wet woman's head was emerging from the lake under the stone bridge.

All the black energy emanated from her body.

When we entered the cemetery, we saw many ghosts.

But none of them had black air on their bodies.

But this one in the water is obviously different.

The wet hair hit her face, revealing two white eyes, staring at us fiercely.

This is obviously an evil spirit.

Seeing this, Huang Mao and I's expressions changed slightly.

We were surprised that there was a fierce ghost in a cemetery with such good feng shui.
To be continued...