not a monster

Chapter 352 The Graveyard Horror
Feng Wuli saw a child there from a long distance, heading all the way to the cemetery in Nankeng.

This is a desolate country, and it is difficult to drive a battery car into it. There are crickets calling in the forest, and frogs singing in the distance. From time to time, birds or bats flap their wings and fly across the forest.

Just now when he was passing by, he saw a small well, and the water tower was next to the well. He had just seen fishermen and snail fishers beside the well.

He parked the car outside, and said that the evil door has come to an end, it would be strange if there were no evil things here.

"Look at the car for me, I'll go in and have a look." He said to the high school boy with glasses next to him.

The high school student was a little embarrassed: "There is a vicious ghost inside, you still want to go in?"

"How fierce?" Feng asked unreasonably.

"Three or four floors are so fierce!"

"Rotten."

"...It's not that bad, is it?" He was a little embarrassed.

"Look at the car for me, I'll be out soon."

"Why help you, I'm dead."

"Don't say that, my family runs a incense and candle shop, you can tell me how much it costs."

High school student: "??"

Feng Wuli patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "How did you die so young?"

The high school student also sighed: "Heart disease, damn it, I'm going to take the college entrance examination this year... By the way, can you burn me a copy of the test paper."

"Okay, I'll burn you an admission letter from Qingbei."

"Haha."

He watched Feng Wuli go in, so he was bored outside the forest to show him the car.

Over there, Feng Wuli walked along the path of the boy just now into the woods with his head depressed, and there really were a lot of weird things around him, all of which were somewhat abstract-looking little monsters.

"Let me go, I'll go in and bring someone out, don't squeeze here."

There is a problem with Feng Shui in this area, and there are a lot of monsters gathered. Usually, there is little trouble, but it is not always a solution.

"If you don't get out of the way, you will all be taken in."

He has no deterrent power now, so he simply showed the pendant on his chest, Wang Xilou's teeth were still hanging, and suddenly a few little monsters ran away in fright.

"stop!"

They all stood in place again, tremblingly looking at this human being exuding a terrifying evil spirit.

"You are not allowed to gather here in the future, do you understand?"

A few little monsters nodded like pounding garlic.

"Okay, let's go."

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He put away the zombie teeth, followed the footsteps of the boy just now, there were many snakes, insects, rats and ants, but the aftermath of his zombie teeth just now avoided him tens of meters away.

After chasing for dozens of meters, I vaguely saw a figure in the forest, took out a flashlight, and took a photo: "Hey, what is that guy over there?"

A light suddenly appeared in the dark forest, and someone called him suddenly. The little boy was startled, and he could see clearly under the light.

Probably about the age of first or second grade.

"Who? Who?" The boy asked boldly.

Feng Wuli was angry: "You still ask who I am? Whose child are you? Running to the cemetery at night, what time is it now, who is your teacher? I will call your teacher tomorrow."

"You know my teacher?"

Feng Wuli walked towards him, shining the flashlight on the ground.

There are all graves in the vicinity, and some of them still have rotten sacrifices, but there is no spiritual power left in front of the graves, obviously the ancestors are no longer there.

Just a very ordinary cemetery.

But even if they are gone, there are still descendants who come here to remember the dead.

"What's your head teacher's name?"

The little boy seemed a little afraid of him, "Ye, Ye Huiping..."

"Oh! Teacher Ye, right? I know her. I'll call her tomorrow."

The little boy had a bitter face.

"What's your name?"

"Zhou Yu." He was honest, like an elementary school student being bullied by a senior.

Feng Wuli softened his tone, and patted the cobwebs on his hair, "This cemetery is eerie, aren't you afraid?"

"kind of."

"Afraid to come here again?"

Zhou Yu said weakly, "I'll come and find my mother."

"Why is your mother here?"

"She passed away." Zhou Yu wasn't sad when he said this, but looked at Feng Wuli as if he didn't know what emotion or expression to use to say this, so he looked a little embarrassed.

Pulling his trousers, he smiled awkwardly, embarrassingly talking about the fact that his mother was gone.

"...You can't come here now, it's too dangerous, don't come during the day and come at night."

"Just after taking a shower, I suddenly missed her while I was doing my homework." Zhou Yu said shyly.

"Why do you miss your mother while doing homework?"

"I usually don't think about it when I write at night, but I just thought about it."

If you think about it, come and find your mother. The child's idea is very simple.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you there, I'll drive you home later, next time I can't come here alone in the middle of the night."

"Um……"

Not far, just a few steps away.

The flashlight shone in front of a new grave, and he pointed to the new grave and said to Feng Wuli, "My mother is inside."

Zhou Yu took out an apple from his pocket and put it in front of the grave.

He talked to the stele for a while, and while he was talking, he cleaned up the sanitation in front of the tomb. Feng Wuli helped him tidy up the new tomb, and cleaned up a clean place.

Then he took out a crumpled test paper from his pocket, recited an ancient poem, and recited the poem bitterly.

"You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, lotus leaves and He Tiantian..."

The child's voice was immature, and the voice of him reciting ancient poems sounded in the lonely cemetery at night, and he stumbled and recited the poems.

"Mom, I'm going back first, and I'll come to you next time."

He never said he missed her from the beginning to the end, and carefully folded the test paper neatly.

"I will recite it to my father later, and ask him to sign it."

Feng Wuli took him away from here.

"What kind of poem is so weird, you won't be talking nonsense, right?" The woman behind her who had been babbling and cursing just now was furious: "Next time!? If you come over in the middle of the night, you brat, I can't beat you to death in a dream! "

As the high school student said just now, this woman is indeed fierce, as fierce as three or four floors up.

Probably because no one scolded him when he was doing his homework, Zhou Yu suddenly missed him, so he came over in the middle of the night to take a look.

He followed suit and unreasonably said that every time he did his homework, his mother would swear at him, telling him to sit up straight and not hunched over, and that he would be called stupid if he couldn't recite ancient poems, and he should cherish the writing and not have all crumpled test papers.

"Next time, don't come here in the middle of the night. Your mother will worry about you even if she knows."

"Mom... Mom is gone."

"Maybe your mother re-entered an aunt's belly and came back, but the next time you see her, you won't recognize her."

He suddenly raised his head with a smile, and said nonchalantly, "Then mom is three months old now."

Feng Wuli looked back at the woman, said with a smile: It's time to reincarnate.

The woman looked at them with a sad face, bowed unreasonably to the wind, and disappeared in place.

When the two went out, the high school student was gone, and the moonlight fell on the water surface of Xiaoyong, deserted.

The fisherman closed his rod and caught a small whitebait, which was quite big.

With a sigh, he took the fish down, threw it out and fell into the water with a "gudong", the moonlight on the water was stirred into a ball of silver threads, and there was no peace for a long time.

I can vaguely hear a whisper between the sky and the earth, very soft, mixed with the sound of the little silver fish falling into the water, so soft that no one can hear it.

"I don't know if math is difficult this year."

Feng Wuli decided to go back and burn a Henan roll for him, making him feel lucky to be dead.

"Sit up, where is your home?"

"It's in the village ahead."

"You show the way."

When Feng Wuli sent the child home, his father was still watching TV, and he didn't notice that the child had run away. When he heard that he had gone to the cemetery, he first thanked Feng Wuli for sending his child back, and then scolded Zhou Yu. .

Zhou Yu didn't say anything, but his father sighed.

He didn't say not to go at night next time, but asked him to call his father to go there next time.

"You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, lotus leaves and He Tiantian..."

In the countryside, insects sing like music, frogs keep making noises, old people at the village entrance chat in the shade, young children in the house recite poems, a shirtless man reads the test paper repeatedly under the old dim incandescent lamp, and mutters: "What kind of poem is so weird? It's your kid who is talking nonsense."

Feng Wuli glanced at the two father and son in the house, and left here on a battery car.

"Among the leaves of lotus with fish, east of lotus with fish, west of lotus with fish, south of lotus with fish, and north with lotus with fish."

The dead are gone, and the living continue.

(End of this chapter)