Disaster for the country

night, cemetery.

When the wind blows, the withered grass on the grave is like waving hands, and the white scorpion floating from nowhere surges, and the white scorpion floats towards the grave, as if a ghost has come out to pick up money. Feng Ye wraps his robe tightly, and he sees There are quite a lot of weird scenes, but he has never seen such weird scenes, and even he himself can't help feeling that these weird scenes are permeating.

There is a culture of driving corpses in western Hunan. On the day of the Ghost Festival, the corpses of people who have died in foreign lands are brought back to their hometowns, and they are buried in the ground for safety. There will be things about fraudulent corpses, but the scene today is worse than that on the day of the Ghost Festival.

The cold wind hit people's robes as if they were going to tear them into pieces. Shanggong Xingxian felt as if countless ghost hands were pulling his clothes. He looked at Feng Ye with a trembling voice: "Master Feng , is there really a ghost?"

"Apart from the fact that there are ghosts in people's hearts, there are no ghosts in this world." Feng Ye glanced coldly at Shang Gong Xingxian, because at this moment, even he was a little doubtful whether there were really ghosts in this world. The scene is so haunting that it makes people sweat on their backs. The entire cemetery is so dark, it feels like they are in hell. Countless ghost hands are tearing people's clothes. Even though he has been dealing with dead things for a long time, he has never seen them before. Such a penetrating scene.

Shanggong Xingxian nodded, and continued to walk towards the cemetery. A few members of the Yeke family who were holding shovels looked around, for fear that they would encounter ghosts. After a while, they arrived at a cemetery. Feng Ye looked at the cemetery. A few words were written on the wood: Tomb of Feng Yucheng.

A few big blood-red characters, as if the wooden board was bleeding, seeped out from the wooden board little by little. Seeing this, the person holding the shovel couldn't help shrinking into a ball, not daring to use the shovel to dig up Feng Yucheng's body. tombstone.

Now these big blood-red characters may still be able to see who is buried in this cemetery. After a few years, the board will rot, and who would know that a talented person was buried here, who would know this talented person The opportunity of a lifetime, no one would know.

"Master Feng, do you really want to dig it up?" Someone put a shovel on the cemetery, and seemed to feel the looseness of the cemetery. They even suspected that the owner of the cemetery would jump out of the soil in the next moment and bite each of them. die.

"Nonsense, we're not here to dig graves, are we here to go to the graves and burn paper?" Feng Ye said badly, "Of course digging. Judging from my years of experience as an old man, there are no ghosts in this world. There are ghosts."

Shanggong Xingxian was a little worried and said: "Master Feng Ye, do you really want to dig? Do you want to worship first, so as not to be disrespectful to the dead? After all, we were the ones who moved the graves first, and we are the ones who are responsible for this matter everywhere." It doesn't make sense."

Feng Ye slapped him over: "Do you still want to save the elder son of the Li family? If you don't dig up Feng Yucheng's body, what will you do to save him? If you don't dig up Feng Yucheng's body, you won't be able to find out the cause of his death. The person under the ground might be the heir of the Li family, think about it for yourself, do you want to dig the grave, or bury the heir of the Li family in the grave?"

Shanggong Xingxian seemed to be slapped by this slap. He wanted to save Li Shanzhi, even if the thousand-year-old zombie was really buried underneath, he still had to dig it up. As long as he could help Li Shanzhi, he would Picking up the shovel and scooping up a shovelful of soil, all the people started to act when they saw Shanggong Xingxian started digging. After a while, they saw the peach wood coffin. The coffin was standing upright, which shows how unwilling Feng Yucheng died. .

It is rumored that once a person dies with too much resentment, the coffin must stand upright when he is buried, so that he cannot dig the ground, because the dead body can only plan towards the front, not upward, so he will be buried forever. If it cannot be dug open, it will be sealed underground forever, so that it will never be retaliated against. It's just that the soil here is a bit loose, because the night is too dark, and they didn't think about it.

It took a lot of effort to finally get Feng Yucheng's coffin out of the ground. There was a rotten smell inside. Feng Yu took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and lifted the coffin with his palm. A strong corpse smell permeated the air. , Many people ran to the side to vomit, and Feng Ye couldn't help running to the side to vomit.

"My lord, no one...the body is gone."

All of a sudden, people panicked, and everyone became nervous. Feng Ye looked inside, and the corpse was indeed gone. He remembered that he dug up the coffin and put the corpse back. How could he not see the corpse? ?

what is the problem?

"Don't panic, the body must have been stolen by someone. Someone doesn't want us to find the body." Feng Ye touched the soil, put it up to his nose and sniffed it: "This soil was refurbished, which means that someone before us I’ve already been here, let’s go and look for it separately. Don’t be afraid of ghosts, even if there are ghosts, come to me first, I am not afraid, what are you afraid of?”

Hearing this sentence, some people dispersed.

"My lord, there is a big fire ahead." Someone said.

Feng Ye and Shang Gong Xing glanced at each other, and immediately chased to the front.

An old man, an old man, knelt in front of the fire and cried heart-rendingly, shouting from time to time: "My son, my son..."

Feng Ye glanced at it, and there was a corpse burning on the fire frame, one hand of the corpse was wrapped in a white canvas, Feng Ye said urgently: "Hurry up and grab the corpse."

The old man stood up suddenly, holding a machete in his hand, waving at the crowd who came up: "Don't come, don't come, do you hear me, you are not allowed to touch my son, and you are not allowed to come here."

While speaking, she waved the knife in her hand towards the crowd. Shanggong Xingxian saw that the corpse was about to be turned into ashes. Outside the fire, she had a right hand that had been burned to the bone, with rotten flesh still hanging from it. He felt like throwing up when he smelled it.

Mother Feng suddenly burst out laughing: "Die, die, go to die, you all deserve to die, you cannibals..."

She came over waving a machete, Feng Ye dodged, she stumbled and fell, she stood up tremblingly, and kept smiling coldly, if it wasn't for the mocking smile on her face, she would have looked It was a shriveled corpse, because her eyes were dull, so it was difficult not to be considered a corpse. She looked ahead, as if looking for a figure, but her eyes were already blind from crying, and there were no more tears.

Shanggong Xingxian shouted: "Master Feng, have all the corpses been burned?"

Feng Ye took a look: "Nonsense, I'm not blind, of course I can see."

Mother Feng's tears flowed suddenly, she flew towards Feng Ye, wanting to die with him, but Feng Ye dodged, he would get into trouble when encountering such a thing, he didn't know how to deal with this The elderly mother explained that he couldn't say that he stole her son's body and suicide note just to find out the cause of his son's death.

"Mrs. Feng, we did this only to avenge your son and find out the real murderer." Feng Ye said.

Mother Feng said angrily: "You are the ones who killed my son. Now you don't let him rest in peace after death. You stole the suicide note and even sent people to my house. Don't think I don't know that you are just looking for an antidote."

"Mrs. Feng, after saving these people, I will definitely give your son the truth and find out the real murderer for you."

Mother Feng sneered a few times: "No need, I have already killed the murderer, I killed them all, you should die too?"

"Killed?" Shanggong Xingxian was a little confused.

"Yes, kill them all, hahahaha, you all deserve to die, you killed my son, I want you all to pay for your life..." Mother Feng sneered, laughing wildly and sadly: "I set a big fire, Burn them all to death. I know that some of you will come to my house, and I also know that you will come to find the ingredients of the medicine, but I don't know who you are, and I will stand on the road from Kyoto to Youzhou and wait, as long as someone comes up Ask, if someone sees me holding a white lantern and is willing to live in my house, it must be you people, I will burn them all to death."

Shang Gong Xing hurriedly asked: "Who was burned to death?"

"What do you mean, of course it was the two people who went to my house. Do you think I don't know anything? My son failed the imperial examination because of your power and power. He died full of anger. How could I let his efforts Was it in vain? One of the people who went to my house was already poisoned, because he took hallucinogenic drugs for a long time, so he was terminally ill, and he lied to me that he met a robber... Ha ha ha... You really think I Don't know? It's so late, seeing a crazy old woman holding a white lantern is not afraid but wants to live in my house, isn't this one of you?"

Mother Feng laughed until she burst into tears: "How could you encounter robbers? You rich kids have never encountered robbers, have you? Do you know that robbers will rob carriages? A cloak of yours is worth a fortune. There are robbers, so that cloak is absolutely indispensable... Do you really think I don’t know anything? My son’s suicide note told me that he wants revenge, and he wants to take revenge with his own life. I must let him avenge Take revenge."

"How is it possible? How could Shanzhi die?" Shanggong Xingxian suddenly felt that the world was far away, and his heart was empty, as if a pair of sharp claws threw away his skin and took away his heart, so That place was completely empty, there was nothing, he was so sad that he wanted to cry...

"How is that impossible, I gave them tea with a drug in it, I heard them drink it, after they fell asleep, I set the whole house on fire...they died, all died, all burned ...Hahaha...you all deserve to die..."

"How could Xin Luoyi die?" Feng Ye was a little unbelievable, almost unable to stand up: "That kid is hard-pressed, he died so many times but he didn't die, why suddenly this time..."

Feng Ye suddenly fell down and looked very sad. The subordinates of Ye Ke immediately supported Feng Ye. Everyone knew that Feng Ye and Xin Luoyi were like father and son, although on the surface Feng Ye was always very picky and despised Xin Luoyi. However, Xin Luoyi always scolded Feng Ye for being old and immortal, and taunted each other when they met. In fact, in the mainland, their relationship is really more sincere than that of father and son, even more sincere than that of father and son.

"My lord, please forgive me."

Feng Ye tugged at the servant's clothes and roared angrily: "That brat still owes me 3 taels of gambling debt, he will die before he pays off the gambling debt, which will make me go to someone to collect the debt in the future... What the hell can you do?" Can't live to pay off my gambling debts before dying...my money...my money..."

"Who said that we are dead, we are living well. Madam Feng, your tea is not good at all. My Shan Zong has a bad appetite and picks a lot. When I smell that smell, I feel like throwing up..." Xin Luo went back and forth. As Li Shanjian walked over, he seemed to feel that Li Shanjian was getting lighter as he was carrying Li Shanjian. He lay on his back, weak and weak.

Shanggong Xingxian saw that Li Shanzhi was not dead, but that his condition had worsened, so he immediately supported Li Shanzhi to sit on the ground, and leaned his head on his lap.

Xin Luoyi reached out to Mother Feng and said, "Ma'am, give us the antidote. We are really saving lives. I will help you find out about your son's death and give you and your son justice. What you want is not what you want." Is it fair? Don't worry, I will do what I say..."

Mrs. Feng sneered and said: "Even if there is justice, my son is dead. You are all damned people. I will never give you the antidote. I thought that you haven't found out the ingredients in the incense yet. Right? You kid, you actually bullied me, the old man can't see you."

"Mrs. Feng, I never would have thought that you would burn your own home down." Xin Luoyi felt a little regretful.

"My home is burning, I like it, my son is gone, it doesn't make sense for me to live alone, but when I think that your culprits are still alive, my son is dead, I am not reconciled, so, Damn you all..."

After all, Mother Feng is a strong woman. When she was young, she was also a lady of the family. After several matchmaking, she married into the down-and-out Feng family. She thought that her husband would be able to reorganize the lintel. After she died, she took her son alone and brought him up.

How much suffering a widow has suffered with a son for so many years, how many eyes she suffered, and how many bitter tears she shed, these are probably only she knows.

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