Under the dark night sky, in a long-abandoned mass grave, there are dozens or hundreds of unnamed solitary graves, which look dazzling and strange in the beautiful night.
Occasionally, a few wisps of green will-o'-the-wisps flickered on and off, making the cold surrounding atmosphere even more tense.
There was a coldness in the air and the smell of rotting corpses.
In the forest in the distance, one or two howls of wolves scared several birds in the low jungle and fled quickly, making the people digging pits in the night even more frightened.
"Hurry up and dig, Madam is still waiting for news!" A middle-aged man in a black robe felt a chill on his back, couldn't help but trembled, and looked back.
Seeing that nothing strange had happened, he ordered one of the servants: "Wang Er, go and bring down the body of the dead girl!"
"Hey, Butler Song." Wang Er responded, threw the shovel aside, rolled up his sleeves, and walked to the carriage nearby.
This is a mass grave in the back hill outside Fengdu Imperial City. The maids or servants who were beaten to death by wealthy families from Fengdu City are buried here. They were worried that others would find out, so they buried them here perfunctorily.
In addition, there were some unknown strangers who died in Fengdu without anyone claiming them. The local government had to wrap them up in a tattered straw mat, dig a hole, and bury them hastily.
Over time, there have been more and more lonely tombs here. In addition, this mountain is already shady, and the sun only lasts for a few hours a day, so the weather quickly becomes gloomy. As time goes by, the yin here becomes heavier and heavier.
In addition, several people who were walking at night passed by and said it was haunted!
This spread spread from one person to another, and the Wuming Mountain became a place where humans and animals dared not approach.
The two people responsible for digging the hole, plus the man in black robes, were Butler Song and two domestic slaves of the Bai family, the largest household in Fengdu Imperial City.
Wang Er got on the carriage, pulled out a straw mat from it, and was carrying it under the carriage. Suddenly, a small white hand fell out from the straw mat. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
: "Ms. Cousin, I am not trying to harm you! Every grievance has its owner, every debt has its owner, and I just obey my wife's orders! Even if I had a thousand courages, I wouldn't dare to kill you!"
When Butler Song heard this, he whipped out his whip and struck Wang Er, "Why are you whispering to a dead man! Get to work quickly!"
As he spoke, Butler Song spat on the straw mat and cursed: "Bah! You're already dead, and you're still pretending to be a ghost!"
He held a lantern with one hand and pointed at another slave with the other hand and cursed: "Hey, let me tell you, can you move faster! It's so damn unlucky for you to come to this place so late at night!"
The pit was quickly dug, and Wang Er and another slave threw the straw mat into the pit in a panic.
Just when the straw mat fell into the pit, the hand inside the straw mat suddenly moved.
This action happened to fall into Wang Er's eyes. His eyelids twitched suddenly, his face turned black, he pointed at the straw mat in the pit and said tremblingly: "Old...Old Xu, I...I saw her move
Got it!"
When the man known as Lao Xu heard this, his face suddenly turned pale and he stammered: "No...it's impossible! Madam has personally verified that she has indeed died!"
"No, it's true. I really saw her moving!" Wang Er wiped the sweat from his forehead. He absolutely did not believe that he was wrong.
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