I have mine in my dream

Li Yu hurriedly put away the phone, pretending that nothing happened.

He read the tombstone with trepidation: "Fang Shuiding, a person from Fangcun Village of Eucalyptus, born in 1938, died..."

While reading, Li Yu peeked to the side. Several people around him were always paying attention to him, so he did not dare to stop and continued to read very seriously.

Fortunately, after reading for a while, Tian Cui'e and others turned their heads and stopped looking at him.

Li Yu breathed a sigh of relief and carefully took out the phone.

He looked at the photos he had just taken, and his heart sank suddenly.

It is not Li Yu in the photo, but a strange old man.

This old man, like Tian Cui'e, was also covered with bones and looked like a skeleton.

"It seems that I have also become the appearance of the dead." Li Yu thought.

He wanted to delete the photo at will, and suddenly noticed a fingerprint on Fang Shuiding's neck.It's like...someone is pinching his neck.

Li Yu felt a chill in his heart after seeing the fingerprint.He touched his neck, there was nothing, but he always felt a little breathless.

"Illusion, this must be an illusion." Li Yu comforted himself, and then deleted the photo.

Suddenly, Tian Cui'e next to him turned his head again and looked at Li Yu faintly: "Fang Shuiding, do you still know me?"

Li Yu nodded cautiously.

Tian Cui'e chuckled: "I know what you have done. Don't think you can escape if you die. Let's settle down slowly."

Li Yu was so frightened by these words that he couldn't stand it anymore. He now felt that Tian Cui'e next to him was really dead.

He wanted to put the bowl down and replace it with a separate tombstone, at least stay away from Tian Cui'e.

As a result, when he was about to stand up, Tian Cui'e suddenly rolled his eyes: "I am behind you."

Li Yu was taken aback, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems that she is a Brahma, not a dead person.

Fanling smiled and said, "Have you ever done anything wrong with your heart? Otherwise, why are you so afraid of it?"

Li Yu was angry and said, "Is this the time for pranks?"

Fanling said: "Enliven the atmosphere..."

The two were talking, and there was a piercing noise not far away, so they stopped at the same time.

Li Yu looked in the direction of the sound source, and he was horrified to find that the four doubles hanging on the tree were alive.

No, the others did not live, it was Wang Fugui who lived.It seems that the resentful spirit really fell on him.

The resentful spirit struggled awkwardly, and finally broke free from the branches and walked down.

Li Yu thought silently: "Sure enough, it's bad luck. It's really bad luck."

He looked at the Brahma Spirit, and sure enough, the Brahma Spirit was glaring at Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui didn't change his face, he was still Fang Zhaodi's image, sitting in front of the tombstone, mumbling over and over again.

After the resentful spirit came down from the tree, he swayed around the other three stand-ins, and then walked to Yuan Wuquan.

He suddenly opened his mouth and bit on Yuan Wuquan's neck.At the same time, his two hands were still tearing Yuan Wuquan's body vigorously.

Li Yu saw that Yuan Wuquan was almost broken, and his death was extremely cruel.

Although Li Yu knew it was a fake, it was a substitute.But this scene still shocked him.

Yuan Wuquan's stand-in was quickly torn to pieces, and then the stand-in returned to its original appearance and turned into a tattered jacket.

The resentful spirit swayed towards Brahman's substitute.A few minutes later, Fanling's double was also destroyed.

Then Li Yu's.

Li Yu watched as he was bitten to pieces by the resentful spirit, and felt chills in his heart.

Finally, the other three doubles were killed.The resentful spirit stood there blankly for a while, and then staggered towards Li Yu.

Li Yu's heart touched his throat, and he read the tombstone seriously: "Fang Shuiding, a native of Fangcun Village, was born in 1938 and died..."

While reading the tombstone, Li Yu desperately imagined himself as Fang Shuiding.

When the resentful spirit reached Li Yu's side, it suddenly bent down and sniffed at Li Yu.

Li Yu's nervous heart throbbed.

Now I only asked Fanling to use a little needle, which really turned him into a dead person, leaving him without any vitality.

Suddenly, the resentful spirit stretched out his hand, as if to pinch Li Yu's neck.

Li Yu's nerves were tense. He read the tombstone while preparing to escape.

But the resentful spirit seemed to hesitate a little, and then slowly withdrew his hand.

Li Yu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He relaxed a little in his heart, but he was still reading the inscription: "Fang Huoding, male..."

Oops!

When Li Yu finished reciting the name, he realized that he had done a stupid thing. He had pronounced the name wrong.

It should have been Fang Shuiding, but he read Fang Huoding.

The resentful spirit around him chuckled, rushed forward, and wrapped Li Yu.

Li Yu didn't have time to escape, he was already unable to move.

The resentful spirit tightly wrapped his body, tightening and tightening.

Li Yu was strangled and couldn't breathe, his ears buzzed, and his brain stabbed.

Suddenly, he saw Wang Fugui standing up not far away.

With a weird expression on Wang Fugui's face, he walked step by step in front of Li Yu, then drew a big knife and slammed it into Li Yu's face.

With the whine of the wind, the big knife smashed towards Li Yu's forehead like lightning.

Li Yu closed his eyes.

Then, he heard a stabbing sound, and the bondage on his body suddenly disappeared.

He opened his eyes and saw that Wang Fugui had taken the knife back.

Only Wang Fugui's coat was cut in half and hung miserably on Li Yu's body.

But Wang Fugui, Fan Ling and others have all recovered to their original state, and it seems that the hallucinations have also been lifted.

Li Yu asked Wang Fugui: "What wrapped me just now is actually your coat?"

Wang Fugui hummed, "Now the resentful spirit has been beheaded, it's all right."

Li Yu's tense heart relaxed completely. He faced the sky and lay down in the graveyard.

Fan Ling jumped up, pointed at Wang Fugui and said, "Mold Changsu! This time it's you again, it's you again!"

Wang Fugui looked distressed: "I don't want to either."

Fan Ling stared his eyes, like a righteous angel, and said in an interrogating tone: "You honestly explain, what is the origin of the resentful spirit this time, and have you done anything wrong."

Wang Fugui sighed: "I've been with you all day, what did I do, do you still not know? Besides, the resentful spirit is not fake on my body, but he is dealing with you. Are you doing bad things?"

Yuan Wuquan said in a low voice, "I observed it just now, and it didn't feel like an ordinary resentful spirit. It should be someone using a spell to manipulate it from a distance."

Yuan Wuquan shook when he picked up the broken clothes, and suddenly something fell out of it.