I have mine in my dream

Wang Fugui patted other people, then pointed at the door.

Everyone walked out quietly.

When leaving, Li Yu always looked back involuntarily, he was worried that the phosphorous fire in the house would follow them.

Fortunately, this kind of thing did not happen.

After arriving on the street, Wang Fugui whispered: "Now you can speak, but the volume should be lowered."

Li Yu asked: "What happened just now? Did I see the dead?"

Wang Fugui said.

Li Yu asked again: "What about the dead?"

Wang Fugui looked around: "This village is full of evil spirits. The coffins that may be placed are not caused by being buried in the ground. The evil spirits here are too strong, so people who die can easily become resentful spirits."

"They don't know that they are dead, because they haven't seen their relatives for a long time, but think that their living relatives are dead. So they will talk about their relatives' portraits all day long."

Li Yu said, "It turns out that's the case. Then these dead people are very poor."

He was dead, but didn't know that he was dead, still wandering in the village where he had stayed before, crying every day, wanting to see his relatives.

This is really pathetic.

The Brahma next to him said: "They are not pitiful, their relatives are really pitiful."

Li Yu looked at her a little puzzled.

Fan Ling said: "The longing of resentful spirits often affects the living. Let the living dream of them."

Li Yu suddenly realized: "Thanks to the dream?"

Fan Ling hummed: "The deeper the miss, the more likely it is to have a dream. The resentful spirits here are talking every day. Their relatives should be able to see them every night."

Li Yu imagined the scene and couldn't help but shiver: "If it was me, I wouldn't dare to sleep."

Yuan Wuquan frowned and said, "It's strange, I've never seen anything like this. The ancestral tombs are repaired like the village, and people are not buried if they die. What do these people want to do?"

Wang Fugui said: "Let's go to other places to see. I have a hunch that there are dead people in other houses."

They walked two steps down the street and chose a house that also had the door open.

As soon as he walked into the yard, Li Yu heard the muttering to himself, exactly the same as the one just now.

With the previous experience, Li Yu is not so frightened this time, and can calmly look at the yard.

He found that the yard was very old and the houses were covered with blue bricks. In some places, the blue bricks fell off, exposing the adobe inside.

Such a house must have a history of eight to ninety years.

And could the coffin in the house exist for eight to nine years?

That is to say, the house first, then the coffin?

This time is out of time.

Originally, Li Yu thought that it was the people of Jiulong Village who made the ancestral tomb like this in order to miss the dead, which was exactly the same as the village of the living.

But now it seems... the village of the ancestral grave is older?Jiulong Village was built later?

When Li Yu was meditating, the Fan Ling next to him grabbed him and whispered, "Watch out."

Li Yu returned to his senses, only to realize that he had already reached the front of the house.

The door of the room was not closed, and it was open darkly, like an old lady's mouth with her teeth out.

"I miss you so much after you die." A long sigh suddenly came from the room.

Li Yu stood by the door of the house, poked her head out quietly, and looked inside.

He saw a woman in her thirties sitting in the room.

The woman was facing away from them, holding a mirror in one hand and a comb in the other, combing her hair with extremely soothing movements.

Li Yu looked at it and felt hairy: combing her hair in the middle of the night.

While combing her hair, the woman said in a crying voice: "Since you died, my hair has fallen more and more..."

"You are dead, one hundred and a hundred, leave me here to suffer. I hate you, I hate you!"

The woman screamed sternly in the night, with a gloomy voice floating back and forth over Jiulong Village, and Li Yu's heart felt hairy.

He leaned into Fanling's ear and whispered: "This kind of voice is obviously not a living person. Can't the people in the village hear it?"

Fan Ling whispered: "It's like a dream. No matter how absurd the scene is in the dream, you don't realize that you are dreaming. These resentful spirits have been eroded by evil spirits, thinking they are still alive, then they really see. Won't come out."

Li Yu nodded.

He looked at Wang Fugui and was about to withdraw from the courtyard.

After all, this place is terrible.

Suddenly, he saw the flesh on Wang Fugui's face twitching, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

Li Yu followed his gaze and looked into the room, and then almost called out in shock.

The woman took her head off.

It's like removing dentures, taking them out of the cavity, putting them on the table, and combing the hair carefully.

This scene was too weird and too evil. Li Yu felt a chill rushing into his forehead from the soles of his feet. He covered his mouth hard to prevent himself from screaming.

Immediately afterwards, Li Yu saw something in the woman's mirror.

Before the woman combed her hair in front of the mirror, her head blocked the mirror.

Now she took off her head, and the mirror stood high on the table, just reflecting the scene outside the door.

Li Yu saw a terrifying face, lying on the door of the house, looking inside.

Half of this long face is intact, and the other half is covered with huge wounds. The skin and flesh are turned out, and the bones are deeply visible.

The point is... according to the angle of the mirror, isn't the position of this face where Li Yu is hiding?

Could it be that there is a ghost hiding with them?Peeking at a woman?

Li Yu looked around in horror, trying to find that face.

But it was not found.

He couldn't help it anymore and turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard, but he tripped under his feet, plopped, and fell to the ground.

"Is this the legendary ghost catching the foot?" Li Yu broke into a cold sweat.

Fan Ling came over, squatted in front of Li Yu, and whispered, "What the hell are you doing?"

Li Yu said nervously, "There is a ghost among us. I saw him through the mirror just now, so I was lying at the door, half of his face was rotten."

Fan Ling stared at him for two seconds, suddenly a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

She took out the small mirror for makeup and placed it in front of Li Yu: "Is it this?"

Li Yu looked in the mirror and found that face appeared again.He reached out and touched it, and found that it was his own face.

Fanling said triumphantly: "It seems that my prank has succeeded, hehe."

Li Yu was about to talk, and suddenly felt that the surrounding atmosphere was not right. It was cold and cold, as if being locked in a refrigerator.

Soon after, he found a pair of feet beside his head.

These feet are wearing embroidered red shoes, with two copper coins embossed on the upper.

According to the custom of Eucalyptus, these shoes... are for the dead.