Being favored by evil gods, I became sick and weak and became the Bone Bodhisattva.

"Why?" The little girl blinked, curious.

Some elderly people may not enter the grave voluntarily. In addition, even if they enter the grave voluntarily at first, people always have a desire to survive, and there are many who later regret it and are forced into the grave by their family members.

"That kind of grave is the most likely to cause corpse transformation. We corpse exorcists have a rule called - don't touch the earthen pot grave, but abandon... Well, in short, you remember to stay away from that kind of grave."

As he spoke, Fu Guixiang's face showed a rare gloomy look.

If there are other options, no one would be cruel enough to let the elderly in their family fall into earthen jar graves.

Although this is a custom of Wu State, this custom was definitely abandoned during the Taiping Period!

'Since even earthen jar graves have appeared, then Abandoned Baby Mountain... Bah, bah, crow mouth like me, I don't think about it anymore, just treat it as an accident. '

Fu Guixiang patted his face and forced a smile to the little girl.

"Haha, it's okay! Let's go, let's continue on our way."

....................

Although Fu Guixiang tried his best to tell himself that it was just an accident, what he saw and heard in the next few days forced him to recognize the reality that "the world of Wu State was in chaos."

The flood has passed, but its adverse effects have only just begun to be revealed.

Fertile farmland was flooded, and government assistance was inconvenient;

Houses were destroyed and people were displaced.

Unfortunately, the Shang Kingdom took advantage of the situation and robbed it. It was said that they were going to launch an army to attack Wu.

So the government did not provide disaster relief at all, but went to various villages to recruit young men.

What matters is natural disasters and man-made disasters!

Just as Fu Guixiang was lamenting in his heart, the little girl tugged on his sleeve and said, "There's that weird grave ahead again. Let's take a detour."

I’ve gone around this several times and it’s still going around!

Wait, this time, we can’t go around this time.

Fu Guixiang looked at A Tu, who also stared at him silently.

Ahead is Atu's hometown, his resting place.Even if there is an earthen jar grave, I have to bite the bullet!

"Tangtang, you and everyone rest here for a while. I'll go over and bury Ah Tu before I come back."

"Well, Uncle Fu, be careful!"

After bidding farewell to the little girl, Fu Guixiang followed Atu to his village with a shovel.

"..."

Even under the cover of night, the sense of dilapidation in the village still comes across.

This place may become a deserted village in a while.

Fu Guixiang subconsciously glanced at Atu, who indeed looked much more depressed than before.

He wanted to say something comforting, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

Without asking Fu to return home to find his family, Ah Tu went straight to the cemetery at the back of the village.

Tangtang is right, there are indeed several earthen jar graves here.

"Ah Tu, the environment here doesn't feel very good. As the saying goes, well, my home is where I feel at ease! You have helped me so much, how about we change places? Don't worry, I'll look around , I will definitely find you a place with beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery to bury you alive."

These words are sincere and are definitely not an excuse to keep Ah Tu by his side.

.......................

Ah Tu was silent for a moment, then jumped under a dead tree.

If you don’t want to leave anymore, just stay here!

"it is good"

Now that Ah Tu has made up his mind, Fu Guixiang will no longer be nagging.He waved the shovel and dug a hole for him.

"Jump over, okay, it's just right here."

Putting down the shovel, Fu Guixiang wiped the sweat from his head and solemnly took out his gong stick and the wooden sign he had prepared for Ah Tu.

"You're always worried that I won't keep my word and won't let you rest in peace."

"But I, Fu Guixiang, am really not this kind of person!"

The gong stick hit Ah Tu on the head, knocking him out of the temporary corpse state.

A smile appeared on Fu Guixiang's lips. He stretched out his hand and pushed Ah Tu gently, and Ah Tu fell into the dug pit.

Pick up the shovel again, bury the soil, and insert the wooden sign.

In this way, those who die in a foreign land can rest in peace.

Every time he sends someone to rest, Fu Guixiang always feels a huge sense of accomplishment in his heart, and this time is no exception.

Logically speaking, I should chat with Atu at the end and then go about my business.

But those earthen jar tombs were really too eerie, so Fu Guixiang decided to talk about it next time he had a chance.

"Let's go!"

When he turned around, he saw that an earthen jar grave had moved behind him at some point.

Fu Guixiang subconsciously wanted to ring the gong to scare away the evil spirit, but...

Ah Tu has just rested, so it’s better not to disturb him.

"Let's go!"

Fu Guixiang ran away. As he ran, he turned around to see if the ghost was chasing him.

The answer is - chasing, and chasing closely.

..................

Run out of the cemetery, run out of this dilapidated village.

Fu Guixiang paused and turned around fiercely.

"I ran because I didn't want to tangle with you anymore. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

bang——

As soon as the ancestral gong sounded, painful whimpering suddenly came from the earthen jar grave.

After Fu Guixiang knocked three times, the earthen jar grave suddenly disappeared before his eyes.

"You can run fast!"

Fu Guixiang hummed and turned around...and saw a clay pot tomb that was bleeding.

The ghost is gone, right?

Your resentment can break through the sky and you can carry it for two more times!

bang——

bang——

After two blows, the sobbing sound in the grave became more and more harsh.

This, this, this, shouldn't be.

bang——

After knocking again, he found that the evil spirit had not retreated, so Fu Guixiang immediately ran away.

There's only one person bullying me, right?

You wait!

He ran back to Tangtang and the jumping corpses as fast as he could in his life. He held his thighs with both hands and said out of breath: "Come on... come on, don't be afraid, we, there are many of us... There are so many corpses!"

"Ah, wait a minute."

At this time, the little girl stopped in front of everyone. She listened carefully to the bleeding earthen jar grave, and then said thoughtfully: "Uncle Fu, that old woman seems to want to say something."

what?

"She couldn't explain clearly because there was blood in her mouth. Let Tangtang listen for a while."

No, what's so good about evil talk?Everyone hurry up and get up together.

Fu Guixiang was extremely anxious, but he suddenly found that he couldn't control these jumping corpses.

Compared to themselves, the zombies seemed to trust the little girl who usually chatted with them more!

Chapter 068: Never Return Home in Troubled Times

For a moment, Fu Guixiang felt a huge sense of frustration.

After all, he was a corpse chaser, but he didn't have the trust of the jumping zombies like Tangtang. This was really embarrassing.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

The little girl nodded repeatedly in front of the earthen jar grave. She already understood what the old woman inside meant.

A few days ago, a group of people came to the village to recruit soldiers. The old woman's grandson failed to hide well and was unfortunately captured by them.

The grandson was arrested and the grandson's wife could not support the old woman by herself, so she was sent to the earthen jar grave.

The old lady actually doesn’t have any resentment in her heart, she’s just worried!

The sword has no eyes on the battlefield. His grandson has been good since he was a child and has never fought with anyone. Can he come back safely after going to the battlefield?

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became, so that the old woman's eyes, which had been closed, opened again.

He couldn't just lie down like this, he had to do something for his grandson.

Opening her eyes, the old woman saw many weeds around her.

In a flash of inspiration, she thought about making up an amulet!

Weave an amulet out of straw to wish your grandson a safe return.

Just do it. Although your fingers were a little stiff at first, they regained their flexibility while knitting.

After actually weaving an amulet, she ran into trouble again.

With this amulet in my hand, who would be better suited to bring it to my grandson?

Granddaughter-in-law certainly can't do it. It's so chaotic outside. She doesn't know what will happen if she leaves the village alone.

It seems that no one else in the village can count on him.

The young men were caught, and the rest were all old men like themselves. Even if they wanted to help, they were powerless.

Since no one could count on her, the old woman decided to go alone.

She tried to climb out of the grave, but she couldn't push the bricks at the entrance of the grave.

Climb, can't climb out.

Then he might as well stop climbing and find a way to make the entire earthen jar grave move with him!

..............

Tangtang felt that this old woman was particularly powerful because she really made the whole tomb move with her.

"Although she can move, the old woman doesn't know the way very well, and she is worried that her grandson will be frightened if she goes there."

"I just happened to see Uncle Fu helping Ah Tu rest in peace, so I wanted to talk to Uncle Fu and ask you to do her a favor."

real or fake?

Fu Guixiang didn't quite believe it. He always felt that the evil spirit in the earthen jar grave had some ulterior purpose.

"Show me the amulet"

He took a few steps forward with the gong in hand, staring at the grave in front of him with vigilance.

A simple amulet woven from weeds was stuffed from the cracks in the bricks. When the little girl reached out to grab it, the man quickly pulled her behind him.

"Tangtang, don't move. Let me check first."

Half-crouching, Fu Guixiang knocked the amulet that fell on the ground with the gong in his hand.