I am the tomb keeper

"I'm going, that person must have been caught by something." Jiang Zhao couldn't help complaining, "Or else he ran in front of us in a blink of an eye, which is much faster than Cao Cao."

"Hey, I heard people around him call him Wang Qing, isn't that the dead wife? Last time you said he wouldn't survive these two days, why?"

Feng Shengmu glanced at Jiang Zhao faintly, "It hasn't changed, right? It didn't hurt to twist it just now, did it?"

Jiang Zhao was in a cold sweat, "It hurts, it really hurts." The back of his hand is now swollen, and Aunt Xu saw it when he first entered the hospital. The old lady thought he was bitten by a Malaysian mosquito, but the old lady was very serious about it. "It's broad daylight, why are there mosquitoes?"

Jiang Zhao couldn't help but laugh.

"Laugh, laugh at your uncle!" Feng Sheng kicked him angrily, and lost all the shame of being with him.With a stinky face, you will know his jokes just by looking at him, hum!

Jiang Zhao rubbed his nose helplessly.Ah, the daughter-in-law is too arrogant, how can this be broken.

"Sir, are you back?" Xu Qiao came in just as Jiang Zhao was thinking hard about how to comfort his wife.

"Sir, do you have any plans for my uncle's three-day round grave?"

"There's nothing to arrange, just find your customary arrangement." Feng Sheng went to see old man Xu's pleading paper, both the handwriting and the pleadings were full of kindness and loyalty, such a person would not be able to harm others even if he died.

"That's good, I've troubled Mr. these few days." Xu Qiao bowed to Feng Shengmu, but Feng Shengmu avoided it as usual.The so-called not being rewarded for no merit, he did nothing, and he couldn't bear the gift of others.

"Oh, that's right. Is there any free room in this village?" Feng Shengmu thought of promising Wang Qing to help him. "We will stay here for a few more days."

"Yes, my house is empty. I moved two years ago, and my mother and the others were reluctant to sell it, so they kept it. I will take you there."

"sorry to bother you."

The yard of Xu Qiao's house is quite big, but it is very well-equipped.As soon as Feng Shengmu entered the hospital, he felt a sense of anxiety.

Xu Qiao gave them the key, and after Jiang Zhao thanked him, he left.He had to go back to accompany her aunt. Although the husband and wife loved each other deeply, but her son had a broken leg and her husband's body had been parked in the yard for so long, Aunt Xu was still afraid.

Afraid that her husband would come back to revenge on her.

In the final analysis, the husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when the disaster is imminent, and they are both very affectionate.

"What's wrong? Uncomfortable?" Jiang Zhao raised his hand to touch Feng Shengmu's forehead. He had felt something was wrong with Feng Shengmu since he first entered the hospital.

Feng Shengmu shook his head, but stepped forward and buried himself in Jiang Zhao's arms, absorbing Jiang Zhao's breath vigorously to calm himself down.

Jiang Zhao was not at all happy about his embrace, he hugged Feng Shengmu tightly, stroked his hair, and patted his back.

He was very restless, Jiang Zhao could feel it.

Feng Shengmu's body felt a little chilly, Jiang Zhao slightly pulled the distance between the two of them and touched his heart, the heartbeat was normal.

Jiang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Shengmu frowned, and dissatisfiedly shook off his hand and threw himself into his arms again.The force of the pounce was a bit strong, and Jiang Zhao gritted his teeth when he was hit.

"Is it better? Let's go into the house." The sun at noon was too poisonous, and Jiang Zhao was afraid that the two of them would suffer from heat stroke after standing for a long time.

After all, Feng Shengmu was afraid of the heat, so he reluctantly came out of Jiang Zhao's arms and followed him into the house.

As soon as he entered the door, there was a sound of wind, and before Jiang Zhao closed the door, he pushed Jiang Zhao away and rushed out.

Jiang Zhao was also in a hurry, what's the matter, this is, why did something wrong after entering this yard?

He ran out following Feng Shengmu, and saw him squatting in the shade at the base of the wall, his face pale.

Jiang Zhao's face turned cold, and he turned and entered the room without thinking.

The house is in the style of three rooms, a kitchen, a living room and master bedroom.

There was a thick layer of dust in the house that had been left unoccupied for a long time, Jiang Zhao looked up at the ceiling.The clean white ceiling makes it impossible to feel that this is an unoccupied house.

Jiang Zhao took out a tarot card bound with yellow silk and satin painted with cinnabar symbols. The face of this card was very strange. There was no painting on the face of the white ground, only a twisted and weird character.The characters are not big, but it gives people a feeling that they are full and overflowing.

"Find out what doesn't belong in this room."

White mist gushes out from the card and fills the three rooms. Suddenly, the mist becomes agitated. The mist that touches the ceiling quickly turns black. A black human figure is condensed, and a rope extends from the man's neck. into the ceiling.

The mist on the face was constantly changing, twisted and condensed into a long tongue hanging out of the lips, and the person twitched slightly, as if experiencing the pain of suffocation before death.

Jiang Zhao looked at it coldly, he knew there was a hanged ghost there, but it was by no means the thing that caused the abnormality of Fengshengmu, maybe the intertwined black lines on the ground were.

Jiang Zhao jumped over the hanged ghost, followed the lines into the room, and these lines intersected into different patterns in the three rooms.

Jiang Zhao squatted down to look at the patterns, it was a bit like a certain language and an ancient sacrificial array, as if he wanted to seal something.

Jiang Zhao put away the Tarot cards to disperse the fog, and the originally black lines revealed their true colors.

Dark red mud dried on the floor.Jiang Zhao frowned, the soil made people feel very uncomfortable.He took out a paper towel from his pocket and put it in his hand, carefully dunking a piece of dirt.

Just when he thought it was too little and was about to buckle another piece, there was a loud "bang!" in the corridor, as if something fell from a height, the half-closed door was slammed open, and a gust of wind rushed towards Jiang Zhao.

The instinctive fear in his bones made Jiang Zhao unable to move. Just when the gust of wind was about to blow in front of Jiang Zhao, a sharp cry of a baby exploded in his ears.

Jiang Zhao watched as a small black and purple hand stretched out from his ear and grabbed the gust of wind fiercely.

"Bang, wow..." The gust of wind struggled to escape from the little hand, and the mirror hanging on the wall by the door was brought down and shattered.

The fragments were scattered all over the ground, and one fragment happened to fall on the red soil.Through the mirror, Jiang Zhao clearly saw a small arm protruding from his shoulder, and a bright red lip was exposed behind his head, inside his mouth were sharp black teeth and a slender blue tongue.

As if aware that Jiang Zhao was looking at it through the mirror, his mouth shyly opened, revealing a terrifying smile.Then it withdrew its hand and disappeared behind Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao only felt cold sweat, that thing was a ghost boy, he remembered it.Unexpectedly, it would follow him out of the tomb, and it would still be by his side.

Jiang Zhao didn't dare to stay out of the house any longer, so he got up and went out.When he walked to the corridor, he saw that the entire ceiling had fallen down, exposing the beams and big guards.

There are still two wear marks on the main beam, and there is a dead black kitten in the fallen ceiling pile.

The kitten had been placed for a long time, its young body was shriveled and stiff, with a phalanx still in its mouth.

The phalanx has been polished by someone, and there are holes at both ends that can be chained. Jiang Zhao suddenly remembered the wax made from the phalanx of the middle finger of a dead person.

Jiang Zhao narrowed his eyes, did anyone think about Yin?

Jiang Zhao turned his gaze and caught a glimpse of something yellow protruding from the cat's belly.

The cat's stomach was opened, and a piece of paper tied with red thread was hidden inside.Jiang Zhao pulled the thread to pull out the paper roll, opened it, and there was a person's birth date written on it.

Jiang Zhao put away the paper and turned around to see Feng Shengmu standing at the door with a gloomy face.

Jiang Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

"Get out!" Feng Shengmu gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to drag him out.

His cold hands made Jiang Zhao tremble, Jiang Zhao stretched out his hand to embrace the angry Feng Shengmu, and touched his heart.

Although there is still a heartbeat, it is already quite slow, even if he is as angry as before, his heartbeat has not accelerated.Jiang Zhao felt a little cold, didn't he say that only on his birthday would he not have a heartbeat?What's going on here?

Feng Shengmu ripped off Jiang Zhao's clothes, and a small purple-black handprint was clearly pressed there on his broad shoulders.Feng Shengmu pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were full of anger.

"Who let you in? Don't you think you have a long life? If you don't want to die, I will kill you with my own hands. You don't have to go to die." After the sound came from the room just now, he got up and rushed to the door regardless of the anxiety in his heart. .

As soon as he opened the door, a gust of wind swept over him. At that moment, his soul seemed to be blown out of his body, his heart was tightly clenched, and his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

There was a buzzing in his head, a strange pattern appeared in his mind, and there was a tearing pain in the depths of his soul.There is also a deep-rooted fear, not a feeling of fear of death, but a feeling of loneliness.

Feng Shengmu felt that he was divided into two halves, one half consciously bearing the severe pain, and the other half worrying about Jiang Zhao's safety in a daze.

The round nails pierced deeply into the palm, and the pain from the palm made him stand up soberly.

Jiang Zhao didn't get angry because of the windy scolding, but hugged him into his arms and patted him gently.No matter how fiercely he scolded, there was a lot of worry and fear in his eyes. Jiang Zhao knew that he was really afraid that something would happen to him.

Although Feng Shengmu knew that the ghost boy had blocked Jiang Zhao, that thing would not let them go. Feng Shengmu saw the black cat at the door and saw the birth date in Jiang Zhao's hand.

That is different from the wax of passing the shadow, the wax of passing the shadow is for people to go through the shadows to see the dead.And this, it is said that the black cat is the messenger of the underworld, it takes that person's birth date to the underworld, and uses the dead man's finger bones and impermanence to exchange that person's soul for a temporary return to the underworld.

But for some reason, that person's soul was locked in this room, and even Wuchang couldn't take it back.Jiang Zhao seemed to have destroyed something just now, and it was released.Not afraid of the scorching sun at noon, that thing is no longer an ordinary soul body.

But what caught Feng Shengmu the most was that there was something on him that he was afraid of.

Jiang Zhao's eyes were dim, and he always felt uneasy, as if someone was deliberately designing them, but now they are like caged beasts who don't know anything, have no direction, and can't struggle.

The two had their own thoughts, and there was no words for a long time.