From Jiu Shu's world

Chapter 475
The barren hill has always been next to the town, and He Lu grew up listening to some stories about the barren hill, but now she is a little scared to go up the hill.

Those who go up the mountain to collect firewood and herd cattle often say that once it rains on this mountain, they will hear the cry of children.

Children die early, and according to local customs, they cannot be buried in coffins before they have a family or reach maturity, so when it rains, there will be no place to shelter them, and they will cry together and huddle under those big trees.

Therefore, if these people who often go up the mountain encounter rainy weather, even if they go home in the rain, they dare not hide from the rain under those big trees, for fear of messing with things and going home.

Those with light fate dare not go up the mountain when it is raining, for fear of seeing unclean things.

There are many wild ghosts in the barren mountains, He Lu grew up listening to these stories, and now going up the mountain in such a gloomy weather, she couldn't help but feel scared.

There are not many tall trees on the barren mountain, but there are many wild grasses and shrubs, which are connected together and cover all the way up the mountain.

Most of these shrubs have thorns, and if they are not careful when walking, they will catch their clothes and make walking difficult.

Adding a few people, it was morning on the mountain again, the dew hadn't cleared up, and the clothes were wet, making it extremely cold and uncomfortable.

He Mengqing was wearing a camouflage coat, and with a machete in his hand, he swept across the bushes from time to time, cutting off the weeds and bushes, and then pushed them aside.

The hatchet is very sharp, and the bushes can't resist it, but they have to argue their way from time to time, so they walk very slowly.

The few people walked for half an hour, made several turns, and finally reached the half-slope position. A low and small earth bag of some age appeared in front of the three of them.

He Mengqing looked complicated, he said: "This is it."

His grave is a bit desolate, covered with grass and even small trees, almost half the height of a person, probably no one has come here for some years.

Henry Zhang looked at the grave bag, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was indeed a faint yin air in the grave bag, but it seemed to disappear, which was unlikely to constitute that curse.

He said: "You wait for me to see the situation."

Zhang stretched out his hand to summon a ghost stag beetle, and then ordered: "Go in and have a look."

The ghost stag beetle flew out, landed on the grave bag, and quickly got into the grave bag.

The father and daughter of the He family knew that Henry Zhang was investigating the situation, so they didn’t dare to say more, so they waited quietly. After a long time, they suddenly saw Henry Zhang’s expression change.

Then, seeing the black ghost stag beetle crawling out again, he stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Zhang, what did you find?"

Henry Zhang shook his head and said: "Nothing was found, the tomb is already empty."

"Empty?!"

Father He didn't understand Henry Zhang's meaning for a while, and asked suspiciously, and then saw a white light slashing towards the grave bag between waving hands.

The soil layer split into two in an instant, revealing the rotten mat inside and some fine funeral objects. There were many miscellaneous things, most of which were some of Li Dingfeng's daily necessities, which had been rotted away for decades.

The father and daughter immediately covered their noses to block the stench from the opening of the tomb. When they looked closely, they found that they could not see the corpse, Li Dingfeng's body was gone.

"Mr. Zhang, what's going on here?"

Henry Zhangdao: "The body was taken away, or he crawled out and left by himself."

Henry Zhang’s words made the father and daughter’s hearts tense, and they suddenly felt cold behind their backs. It seemed that there was a pair of eyes looking at the two of them up and down the barren hills.

Henry Zhang looked at the two and said, "This Li Dingfeng is probably related to this matter."

After the tomb was opened, the Yin Qi became more intense. Henry Zhang could already infer that Li Dingfeng had become a ghost after his death, but he didn’t know where it would go, and who was the ghost reminded behind it?
He Lu's grandmother Li Yanxue, or her mother Li Li?
While thinking about it, He Lu suddenly exclaimed: "Brother Henry Zhang, look at the letter paper!"

Henry Zhang looked around, and suddenly saw a piece of letter paper appearing on the ground at some point, old and yellowed, with black vertical lines, just like the two previous letter papers.

Henry Zhang moved the white paper into his hand, looked down at the contents of the letter paper, and saw a sentence scrawled on the letter paper: "Bayi High School, Class [-]."

The cursive handwriting is only half of the class, which seems to have been written hastily.

"This is where?"

He Lu leaned her head over to look, with a puzzled look in her eyes. It was the name of a high school, but she grew up in the town, but she had never heard of this place.

He Mengqing's face changed when he heard this name: "Old high school?!"

Henry Zhang and He Lu turned their heads to look at him, only to see Father He showing a bit of surprise, He Lu asked: "Dad, what is this place, why haven't I heard of it?"

He Mengqing took a deep breath, and then said: "Of course you haven't heard of it, that place is now called the Abandoned Building Yard, and it is used by people to pile up garbage."

Bayi High School is a local high school in Xiagou Town decades ago. It has been abandoned for a long time, and the government has no way to rebuild it due to lack of funds. Therefore, it has been regarded as a place to pile up garbage year after year, and the name has become Abandoned buildings or dumps.

Father He's expression was not calm anymore, he continued: "Li Dingfeng was a teacher at Bayi High School back then, and he wanted to force Lulu's grandmother in that place."

Things took a sudden turn, which surprised Henry Zhang and He Lu, but they didn't expect to go back to Li Dingfeng.

"Looks like I have to check this place out."

As soon as Henry Zhang’s voice fell, his expression suddenly changed, and then he said: “He Lu, Uncle He, come to me.”

"what happened?"

The two quickly arrived at Henry Zhang's side, He Lu was a little puzzled, and asked.

"It's raining."

Henry Zhang looked up, a few drops of raindrops fell in the gray sky, and then the raindrops began to connect into a fine rain curtain, making the barren hills even more gray.

Henry Zhang is naturally not afraid of rain, but the rain in this barren mountain brings not only muddy mountain roads and dim mountain colors, but also some weird things.

The bushes in the distance rustled, and suddenly, a wisp of gray mist began to float out of the rain curtain, and then diffused little by little.

The rain covered the mountain fog, and it was already difficult to see clearly with the naked eye a few meters away.

He Luben had heard the story of this barren mountain, and now she hugged her father's arm tightly, shivering, and she didn't know whether it was because her body was cold from the rain, or because the fear made her tremble.

It was also the first time for He Mengqing to encounter such a strange thing. He held the hatchet tightly in his hand and protected He Lu behind his back. The hand holding the knife was also shaking.

Suddenly, a shrill cry pierced into the ears of the three of them.

It was sharp and loud, as if engraved on a person's eardrum, it was the cry of a baby.

He Lu's father and daughter's body trembled suddenly, and their eyes were full of horror. Apart from the graves, where are there babies on this barren hill?
Crying together, one after another, people don't know how many babies are hiding in this rain curtain, and those who cry are swollen.

Henry Zhang looked at the fog in front of him, and suddenly a low black shadow flashed, and he knew that something was coming.

(End of this chapter)