I waited for a while, and seeing no ghosts appeared, I picked up another stack of paper money, lit it, and threw it into the air.
Yinfeng paused for a moment, then rushed over quickly, circling around the burning paper money to grab it.
I snorted coldly, picked up the candle in my hand and flicked it violently, the screams continued in the splash of wax oil.
"Reveal."
"Don't hit, don't hit, I'm coming out." A weak female voice sounded, and then a cloud of wind fell to the ground, turning into a 15 or 6-year-old girl with tears on her pretty face, her hands clasped on her chest Before, with an aggrieved look.
I touched my nose involuntarily, feeling that I had become a strange uncle who bullied the little girl.
Just when I was embarrassed, several gusts of wind that were supposed to fall quickly rushed into the forest, leaving only the little girl standing here alone, looking at the wind in surprise, with an unbelievable expression of being abandoned.
"Cough cough." I coughed deliberately, and asked the little girl's gaze, "What's your name, how long have you been dead?"
The little girl sobbed, "My name is Zheng Yan. I have been dead, dead, dead for 4 years."
"You are also from this village, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, ask a few questions, and then the paper money will be yours."
Zheng Yan shrank her body and said aggrievedly: "You hit me just now."
"Don't pay attention to the details, you haven't answered my question yet." I continued to rub my nose.
Zheng Yan nodded and said: "Well, you can ask." Immediately after realizing that I had already asked, she quickly continued: "I am from the village."
I pointed to the cemetery of the mass grave, tried my best to soften my voice and said, "Then you were also buried here."
Zheng Yan shuddered, seemed to be frightened by my voice, and replied after a while: "I. I won't be buried. Dad said I was a disaster star, and buried me far, far away, but I often come back."
I took a pityful look at Zheng Yan, and tore off a chicken leg from the tribute chicken and handed it to Zheng Yan: "Come and eat something."
Zheng Yan took it carefully, looked at the tribute beside me and said, "I, I want to eat chicken butt."
My face darkened, and I said directly: "I answered my question, and I will give you all these paper money tributes."
"En." Zheng Yan nodded.
"Do you know why there are no ghosts in this cemetery?"
Zheng Yan nodded, but did not speak.
"Where did all the ghosts go?"
"They were all driven away."
"Drive away" I was a little surprised, you must know that the corpses of these ghosts are buried here, being driven away is equivalent to being driven out of one's own house, this is not a trivial matter, besides, the cemetery here One piece after another, with such a large number, what kind of existence will drive these ghosts away.
Zheng Yan nodded and said: "Yes, I drove away. A very fierce and fierce sister came. She can turn into a frog, and then drive everyone away. Those who don't leave will be eaten by the frog she turned into." .”
Shi Xiaodie, I immediately realized in my heart that what Zheng Yan was talking about should be Shi Xiaodie who merged with the three-legged golden toad, but why Shi Xiaodie wanted to grab this place, I asked Zheng Yan.
Zheng Yan shook her head and said, "I don't know either. After that sister drove everyone away, she never came."
"Then do you know where Master and that sister are buried?"
Zheng Yan nodded, then shook her head and said, "My sister is buried here, but I don't know exactly where."
Could it be that the reason why Shi Xiaodie drove the ghost away was to hide her own body? I suddenly felt dizzy. There are too many people from the village buried here. Anyone who dares to look for Shi Xiaodie's body here will probably be directly killed by the villagers. killed.
I didn't bother with this question anymore, and asked Zheng Yan directly: "Do you know a woman surnamed Zhang?"
"A woman surnamed Zhang?" Zheng Yan showed doubts.
I just realized that the woman surnamed Zhang is just our name, so I asked in a different way: "There is a ghost in the village, do you know?"
Zheng Yan nodded, showing a trace of sadness: "Well, Sister Zhang, she is so pitiful."
"You know her?"
"Well, I know. She also secretly burned paper for me. Although there was only a small amount, she went to pick up unburned paper from other cemeteries."
Zheng Yan's words made me respect that woman with a square face.
"Do you know about her?" I opened my mouth to ask the most important question.
Zheng Yan became hesitant.
"Did you see the policeman behind me? I'm here to help her." I pointed to the scared woman behind me.
Zheng Yan waited for a long time before making a decision, and told me everything she knew.
I cast a small revealing spell so that other people can also hear Zheng Yan's narration.
As the story progressed, the policemen were no longer afraid, their eyes wide open, their faces full of murderous intent.
After listening to Zheng Yan's words, I let out a long breath, which seemed to have been held back since the beginning of Zheng Yan's story.
After Zheng Yan finished speaking, she wiped her tears and said, "Can you help sister Zhang?"
I nodded heavily, and then pushed all the tributes in front of Zheng Yan. Zheng Yan's eyes lit up, but she said coyly, "Can you wait until I finish eating before leaving, I'll be fast."
I looked at Zheng Yan in surprise, pulled my thoughts out of the story, squeezed out an ugly smile and said, "What's wrong."
Zheng Yan whispered: "In the past, the ghosts in the village were all there, so it's okay. After they're gone, I, I will be robbed and I won't be able to eat anything."
I glanced at Zheng Yan with pity, and nodded: "Well, you eat."
Zheng Yan didn't hesitate, probably because she was afraid that the time delay would make us angry, so she swallowed a whole chicken in one gulp except for the chicken butt, which probably needs to be saved to taste slowly.
Seeing that Zheng Yan was choking and her neck was getting bigger, I hurriedly asked her to stop, a good little beauty insisted on making herself look like a ghost, how ugly.
Zheng Yan swallowed the whole chicken vigorously, then looked at me in fear, not understanding why I told her to stop.
"Has no one given you a tribute?"
Zheng Yan nodded, and started sobbing again: "My father said I was a disaster star, no one came to burn the paper for me, and I couldn't grab them, and they also snatched the paper that Sister Zhang came to burn for me."
I nodded, compared to the little bell in the ghost building who is loved by thousands of people, Zheng Yan at the same age is much more miserable.
"Would you like to let me go?" I blurted out.
Zheng Yan stepped back again and again, looking at me warily.
I looked back at the old man Zhang and the others whose faces became weird, and explained: "I have a sister, um, it may be a sister. You can be friends, and no one will come to snatch your things again."
Zheng Yan looked at me suspiciously, as if I was the bad uncle who invited the little girl to see the goldfish, and a policeman behind him hesitated and said, "Master, you're just a little girl."
Fuck you little girl, is I that kind of person? Besides, Zheng Yan is a ghost, um, aside from that, Lulu is also a ghost.
Zheng Yan was finally convinced by me, and entered into the bloody bracelet that Lulu gave me. The police had already called the Soviet army, and the Soviet army was waiting for us in the open space.
The story of the woman surnamed Zhang needs me to tell it again.