People who travel fast are good at being ridden by ghosts

This movement startled the crowd again.

Grandpa Li couldn't control himself looking at the black and white photos of Bai Hao in the shards of glass, and shouted: "It can't be him who is doing something wrong!"

Bai Hao, who was floating above his head, thought that I was here, acting like a weirdo.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Grandpa Wu hurriedly stepped forward to hold the door, and said, "Come quickly and hold the door, or it will be bad if things from outside come in."

It was only then that several people came to their senses, and hurriedly went up to block the door in fear.

There was constant banging on the door, and the old men held on for half an hour, but the strange noises could not come in. The sound of banging on the door gradually faded away, and after a few wailings, it gradually disappeared.

Several people fell to the ground sweating profusely, their old bones almost falling apart from exhaustion.

At dawn the next day, a rooster crowed in the courtyard.

Mother Bai went out of the wing with a tired face, and saw several old men crowded under the door, their faces full of wariness.

Mother Bai hurriedly stepped forward to help them, and said, "Grandpa Zhang and Grandpa Li, why did you all run up and sit on the ground?"

The old men were suspicious, and only then did they react when they heard the question, and quickly got up and said, "Ruolan, you didn't hear the big commotion last night, did you?"

Bai Mu pretended to be stupid and said in a daze, "What's the matter, Uncle Zhang."

Grandpa Zhang hesitated to speak, and finally heaved a sigh, and said: "It's better to bury him as soon as possible. I think it's very strange. It's better not to cause troubles in the village and everyone."

Mother Bai nodded, and several old men looked out the door, seeing nothing unusual, said hurriedly: "We'll go back first, we've stayed up all night and now we're very sleepy, that's all."

After finishing speaking, they opened the door and walked out quickly without waiting for Mother Bai to greet them.

Mother Bai looked sad, sighed, and went to pick up Bai Hao's photo and search for a frame again.

After ten o'clock, the old people in the village came, and no one mentioned what happened last night. It can be seen that those movements can only be heard in Bai's house, and other people in the village did not hear them.

Grandma Bai was able to get out of bed at this moment. She was pale, and with the help of Mother Bai, she went outside, and asked someone to hire a grave digger, and then asked someone to go to the backyard to bring the coffin, and hurriedly put Bai Hao in his bed. coffin.

Bai Hao stared at all this in a daze. When the lid of the coffin was closed, he felt that his connection with the outside world was suddenly cut off. When he was buried in the soil, would he go to reincarnation?

After sitting in the mourning hall for more than an hour, Grandma Bai finally couldn't sit still, and got up and left under the persuasion of Mother Bai.

Mother Bai helped Grandma Bai into the wing room. Grandma Bai squeezed Mother Bai's hand and said weakly: "Is the stele made at Chen's house ready? Can it be delivered this afternoon? Is there enough bluestone for the coffin? If it’s not enough, ask the Chen family to send us the stone tablet as well.”

Mother Bai choked up and said: "Mom, don't worry, last night the head of the Chen family promised me that the stele would be delivered before five o'clock. There are a lot of blue stones left in the ancestral grave, which is enough."

Grandma Bai struggled to lie down on the bed, and said, "That's good. When the workers come, you can take them to the ancestral grave and dig up the land that Wang Laosan pointed out to me, and give it to Ziyi."

"Mom, how did this happen." Bai Mu said, "Can't I ask Uncle Wang to visit another place?"

Grandma Bai closed her eyes and said, "No need, the old woman has nothing to worry about. When she dies, she just digs a pit and buries her. What else do you need to bless future generations?"

When Baimu heard this, her heart was stabbed again.

Back then, because of Bai Hao, Grandma Bai specially let the Feng Shui master Wang Laosan in the village see a twilight place that would bless future generations, so that Grandma Bai could benefit her children and grandchildren by lying there after her death.

There is no need for it now, the grandson has passed away early, and there are no future generations to be blessed.

Bai Hao in the main room felt very uncomfortable when he heard these words.

But the conversation between the two below made Bai Hao extremely confused, and Monk Erzhang couldn't figure it out.

After the sobbing sounded intermittently in the room for a while, Grandma Bai said in her voice, "Go, if you can go to the funeral tonight, go out tonight. I'm afraid something will happen. If those things come back tonight, it probably won't be the same as the previous two." The day is so simple, that person can't wait, I don't want Ziyi to end up with no bones left."

Mother Bai started to sob again when she heard the words, and asked in a trembling voice: "Mom, if Ziyi is buried, will he be like Dad..."

"Stop talking!" Grandma Bai immediately sat up and scolded, "It's impossible for something like that to happen. You must remember to ask the workers to mix the cement in our backyard. Did you hear that?"

Mother Bai was yelled at by Grandma Bai, she didn't dare to cry out, and murmured: "I see."

Outside the main room, Bai Hao became more and more curious about what the two of them meant.

Sure enough, grandma had something to hide from him, and from their conversation, grandpa seemed to have something wrong, but what was the problem? Why did it involve the burial?

After thinking about it, Bai Hao felt that things were getting more and more worth exploring. Grandma seemed to know something important but didn't tell him. Could it be related to him?

At noon, the grave diggers were invited, and Bai Mu greeted them for dinner, and then led them to the ancestral grave.

In the evening, after a group of workers came back, Mother Bai asked them to mix some cement, and after hastily sending away the villagers in the house, she asked them to hold a funeral at night.

The crowd refused, and talked about it, only a few hundred dollars were added, and a few people nodded in agreement.

After half an hour.

Eight burly men lifted the coffin, Bai Mu was dressed in black and led the way holding Bai Hao's photo, while the rest carried tools and cement on their backs, and the group quietly left the compound.

Bai Hao also followed, and only then did he discover a rule, that is, where his body is, he can only follow and stay there.

Bai Hao, who understood this rule, immediately turned pale. If his body was buried in the ancestral grave, would he have to stay in the ancestral grave like this all the time, neither human nor ghost.

If that's the case, he would rather die out of his wits.

Passing through the deep alley and out of the village, the group walked quietly to the Bai family's ancestral grave.

Insects were buzzing all around, there was no starlight in the night sky, and there was no light around. Everyone felt a little guilty. After all, they were carrying a coffin with a dead person in their mouth to drive the night.

From time to time, there were strange birds screaming and flying over the head, and everyone's hearts were hanging. If something suddenly rushed out now, it would probably scare the group of people into abandoning the coffin and fleeing.

On the other hand, Bai Hao was also terrified.

His body was floating in the air, and his vision was so good that his teeth itch. He could only cover his eyes with his hands, not daring to look at the blurry shadows standing in the distance.

I don't know if it's because he died and became a ghost, but now he can see all the things he couldn't see before.

Bai Hao was going crazy, why would he be tortured by these visions even after he died.

Frightened along the way, after walking for half an hour, the team finally arrived at the ancestral grave safely.

Everyone put down the coffin carefully, and Baimu lit the tomb with a flashlight, and said: "Now, I would like to ask you brothers to move the bluestone over there and put it in the pit, and then put cement on it. The six sides must follow my instructions. Be sure to put cement on it, and there must be no leaks, please trouble big brothers.”

Bai Hao frowned, and the doubts in his heart increased again. He couldn't understand why his mother arranged it like this, and no one could hear him, so he had to wait and see what happened.

"Day." One of them complained in a Sichuan accent: "What the hell are these rules? It's a mess. Are you kidding me?"

The foreman was also very impatient, and said: "It's fine, it's fine, if you have time to complain, it's better to do more. The boss is the one who pays, and you can control what people like."

According to Baimu's instructions, everyone brought in pieces of blue bricks and laid them in the pit one by one. The left, right, front and back sides were built with green bricks at the same time, and after spreading cement, they put the coffin down.

Afterwards, green bricks were laid on the coffin, cement was applied, and a stele was erected before the soil was buried.

After covering the soil, Bai Mu asked everyone to pick up green bricks and spread a circle around the soil.

Many people are good for farming. After finishing all this, it is not yet twelve o'clock.

"Let's go, let's go." The Sichuanese shouted just now: "Tomorrow is Qingming Festival, what are you still doing in the cemetery now, go back."

The foreman asked Bai Mu: "Sister, there is nothing else, can we go back?"

Mother Bai put his posthumous photo under the tombstone, touched the stone tablet with Bai Hao's name engraved on it, she burst into tears, and said after a long while: "Let's go, it's fine."

"Oh?! Don't go!" Bai Hao, who was floating on his grave, shouted in panic, "Mom, don't leave me here alone!"

It's a pity that Mother Bai couldn't hear his call, and led a group of people to turn around and leave in a panic.

"Mom!" Bai Hao was shocked and wanted to catch up. This time he was able to control his body, but he only floated a few meters away before he was bound by something and could no longer move forward.

Bai Hao watched the group of people go away in despair, he could only float back to his gravestone, squatted and hugged his head, not looking at the surrounding situation.

Although the Bai family's ancestral grave was very clean, and there were no shadows or ghost fires, Bai Hao just didn't dare to look, he was afraid that he would make up his own mind.

There were strange calls one after another in the wilderness, and Bai Hao consciously ignored them all. After a long time, there was a sudden cry in the cemetery that he couldn't ignore.

The shrill wailing sounded from far to near, and there was even a rush of rustling on the grass. Bai Hao was startled, and hurriedly raised his head to look around.

The visibility in the cemetery was extremely low, Bai Hao couldn't see anything, but his scalp was numb due to the approaching wailing and rustling, his skin was covered in goose bumps, and he could only quickly float into the air.

When the sound gradually approached, Bai Hao was able to see clearly that the ones running towards his grave were actually a group of large wolfhounds that were generally tall? !

Those dogs didn't seem to be able to see him. Bai Hao's previous fear was finally better, but listening to their miserable voices still inevitably made his scalp tingle.

It's not like a dog barking, but more like a human crying, but it's crying strangely.

Bai Hao's guess was immediately confirmed. These things that appeared last night were all aimed at him.

The group of dogs circled around Bai Hao's grave non-stop. They didn't make the general sound of wolf dogs panting, but kept whining, as if this was the only sound they could make.

Bai Hao's back was cold, he didn't know what they were doing around his grave.

Could it be that he wanted to dig out his own corpse and eat it?

The next moment, as if to prove that Bai Hao was an out-and-out crow's mouth, a group of wolfhounds began to crazily dig the green bricks that had just been built on the grave.

The dog's strength was very strong, and at this moment, it stopped crying and digging desperately, and within a while, the circle of blue bricks spread on the grave was completely dug open.

The soil under the green bricks is easier to plan, the soil just covered is very soft, a group of dogs effortlessly dig a deep hole in the tomb piled up into a bag of soil, exposing the cement buried in the soil.

However, the next moment, as soon as a few dog paws touched the cement, it was like a zombie touching glutinous rice in a TV series. Black smoke burst out from the dog paws, and a group of dogs all jumped away screaming and circling around.

Ok? ? ?

Bai Hao was baffled. Could it be that dogs can't touch cement?Bai Hao hadn't heard of this possibility yet.

Or, is there something in the cement that scares them?