It seems that the relationship between Wan Liang and the nanny was indeed unusual, and the nanny died under strange circumstances. Wan Renxiao also died mysteriously a few days after her death. Is there any connection between this?
And Wan Renxiao’s constant gestures in his hand...could the unjust Qi also have something to do with the nanny’s death?
Thinking of this, I turned around and continued to look. Wan Liang was kneeling in front of the grave. Next to him was the cloth bag he took from the east wing. He took out the contents of the cloth bag and put them into the brazier one by one to burn, because
It was too dark, so I couldn't see clearly what was there.
However, according to the custom of memorial ceremonies, it should be something that the nanny used during her lifetime, or something related to the two of them.
But the strange thing is that Wan Liang is just minding his own burning, but he doesn't say or mutter anything. This is a bit problematic.
I lowered my head and pondered for a moment, then whispered to Wan Chen:
"You think of a way to lure your eldest brother away."
"You...what do you want to do?"
"Of course we have to do business, don't talk nonsense, go quickly!"
Wan Chen stretched his neck and glanced at Wan Liang cautiously, then tiptoed away from the other direction.
After a few minutes, Wan Chen's urgent shouting came from afar:
"Brother...brother!!!"
Judging from the sound, he should be somewhere far away from the nanny's grave, but the sound still came through in the quiet night. At this time, Wan Liang, who was kneeling in front of the nanny's grave, suddenly turned his head, his eyes were a little red, and his mouth was filled with confusion.
I know what I muttered...
Then he quickly put the brazier on the ground, stood up and ran towards the direction of the sound.
I waited there for a few minutes to confirm that he would not come back for the time being, and then I bowed my head and came to the grave. Although the nanny's grave was simple, it was very clean. There were only four words on the tombstone: "Xiaomei's Tomb".
Character.
According to Wan Chen, the nanny's funeral was arranged by Wan Liang, so Wan Liang must have helped erect the tombstone. He was not related to the nanny, so he only wrote these four words, but anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
Chu Xiaomei should be the nanny’s nickname...
This is enough to illustrate the close relationship between Wan Liang and her.
I shook my head and stopped thinking. I slowly turned the brazier over, found a branch and fiddled with the ashes inside to see if there was anything that had not been burned.
After fiddling with it a few times, I pulled out a red hairband. I picked up the hairband and held it in front of my eyes for a moment, and unconsciously thought of the braid on the back of Xiaomei's head...
I looked around to make sure no one was there, then I took out an incense candle from my backpack, walked behind the tombstone and gently inserted it into the tall grave mound.
At that time, I suddenly felt something strange moving in the back of my head...
"Bang...bang...bang..."
There was a muffled sound behind me, and it felt like something was hitting the ground heavily.
I paused for a moment, then calmly pulled out the incense candle and put it back into my bag. Then I lowered my head and glanced slightly sideways behind me. At this sight, my pupils suddenly shrank!
I saw two legs covered with mud standing behind me!
My heart sank, and when I looked down the two pale legs, I saw a pair of feet standing there without shoes, and I broke out in a cold sweat again!
The two feet are very delicate, obviously a pair of women's feet, but the nails on the feet are very long, and the between the fingers are also dirty. The most strange thing is that one of the feet is on the ground, while the other is hanging in the air.
This suddenly reminded me of the black footprints on the ground in the east wing of the old house!
Thinking of the woman standing next to my bed while I slept...
I took a deep breath and slowly turned my head, but with just a blink of an eye, the woman behind me disappeared again!
I was completely stunned. How did this happen? Why did it disappear again?
I have met her twice in such a short period of time. I believe this is definitely not an accident. However, at the moment, I still feel that I cannot reveal the identity of the mage because the time has not come yet, but I can play some edge shots.
Thinking of this, I lowered my head and glanced at the brazier on the ground. My heart moved. I immediately took out a lot of paper money from my backpack, wrote the word Xiaomei on it with a cinnabar pen, and then put the red headband next to the brazier.
, and began to burn paper money.
While burning, he chanted unhurriedly:
"There are no relatives today. We will give money at midnight. Who will not send you away? The ghosts on the roadside will be angry and foolish..."
This is not a spell, but a way to attract passersby when burning paper money. In my hometown village, there is such a custom. Whenever I burn paper money for my deceased relatives, I always chant like this...
The purpose is to let passers-by share some paper money, so that they will not fight with their deceased relatives.
I am now chanting in front of Xiaomei's grave, naturally trying to find a way to make her show up again.
"Bang...bang...bang..."
When I was thinking wildly, the muffled sound sounded behind me again. My body trembled and I realized that it was not something hitting the ground, but the woman jumping!
Sure enough she was back.
This time I did not turn around, but changed my words, and my voice was a little louder than before...
"I advise the deceased to leave early and not to wait at home for a long time. The flowers will bloom again when spring comes. People cannot be resurrected after death. Once the deceased is gone, it is like a lamp extinguished. Go to the underworld to express your gratitude to the old friends!"
After reading this, I slowly turned my body around. Although I was prepared in my heart, I was still stunned by this turn.
I saw a woman standing in front of me. She lowered her head deeply, her braids hanging down on one side of her face, her arms drooping naturally, and her shoulders sloping downwards. She was wearing a tattered white dress.
The robe is like a pajama. The hem of the pajama just reaches the knees, and the two pale legs exposed are covered with mud...
Her two toenails are very long, one is on the ground and the other is hanging in the air...
I took a deep breath and whispered:
"Xiaomei..."
The woman stood there motionless. I didn’t know if she could hear me, but what was certain was that she was Xiaomei, and she was also the woman in Wan Liang’s photo. This time she would not disappear for no reason again, because I found
As long as I don't take my eyes off her body, she won't disappear.
"How did you die?"
I asked again.
Xiaomei still didn't respond at all, and I couldn't help but feel a little impatient. I finally got her to show up. If she didn't speak, it would be meaningless to me!
At this moment, I suddenly thought of something, so I tentatively said:
"The day after tomorrow will be Wan Renxiao's first seven, you..."
Just in the middle of speaking, Xiaomei's drooped shoulders suddenly trembled, and then she twisted one foot and turned around. The next second she jumped towards the old house...