Heavy rain poured down, and the cold rain hit Tang Ning fiercely. He was soaked from head to toe. The thin cloth clung to his body, outlining his slender and graceful lines. Lines of water droplets fell from the ends of his hair and the corners of his clothes. His frightened little face was pale and crystal clear.
Tang Ning didn't dare to look back. He ran desperately towards the cemetery on the back mountain. The sudden lightning illuminated the pale tombstones on the mountain. The dark trees swayed in the wind and rain, as if ghosts were playing hide-and-seek among the swaying branches.
The chilly atmosphere became even thicker on the mountain. The omnipresent coldness corroded everything here. Tang Ning felt uneasy for no reason. He vaguely heard footsteps in the wind and rain, rustling, as if someone was stepping on thick leaves. Tang Ning hid behind a tree in fear, covering his mouth for fear that he would accidentally make a sound.
The branches and leaves on the treetops rustled, and similar noises came from all directions, as if countless pairs of feet were walking towards him, and Tang Ning was the center of this hunt.
Who is it
Who is coming
Is it Mo Yunchu, Lu Yingxing or the gravekeeper
The rainstorm, the thunder, the people or ghosts lurking in the dark, all of these things were irritating Tang Ning's nerves. Tang Ning couldn't even tell whether the shivering he was experiencing was due to fear, cold, or both.
rustle.
Rustle, rustle.
The heavy footsteps approached Tang Ning step by step. The cold wind with rain blew on Tang Ning's face. Tang Ning prayed desperately in his heart that he would not be discovered. Maybe his prayers worked, and the footsteps stopped.
Tang Ning couldn't help but hold his breath, even though the sound of wind and rain was loud enough to mask his insignificant breathing.
The rain is getting heavier.
In the rainstorm, something floated over, covering the sky and making a rustling sound. Tang Ning didn't understand what was going on. At this moment, another flash of lightning appeared, illuminating everything in the darkness. Tang Ning took a look and a chill surged into his heart, and his whole head was buzzing.
That's paper money!
It's the paper money burning for the dead!
The paper money wet by the rain flew onto Tang Ning's face and covered one of his eyes. It was like a wet hand was caressing him. Tang Ning's scalp was numb. Another piece of paper money flew onto his face. The densely packed paper money seemed to fly towards him consciously.
Tang Ning stepped back in horror, his heart beating so hard it seemed like it was going to jump out of his throat. He wanted to turn around and run away, but he was worried that the noise he made would alert the unknown being.
"Don't move! Don't look back!"
The old man's majestic and powerful voice came from not far away.
Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, then he was ecstatic. He saw the gravekeeper wearing a raincoat and rain boots walking out of the woods, holding a black bag in his hand. In the strong wind, paper money flew out of the bag.
It was hard to describe the feeling of surviving a disaster at this moment. Tang Ning excitedly wanted to get closer to the gravekeeper, but suddenly remembered what the gravekeeper had just said to him.
Don't move
Don't look back
What's standing behind him
The chilly wind whistled at Tang Ning. In the heavy rain and strong wind, it was easy for people to ignore the slightest movement, such as the strange touch of a wisp of air slowly blowing on the neck.
Tang Ning was struck by lightning and stood still. Pieces of paper money passed by him. Only then did Tang Ning realize that the endless stream of paper money was not flying towards him, but towards the being behind him.
The gravekeeper grabbed a handful of paper money from his bag, walked towards Tang Ning step by step, and then sprinkled a handful of paper money behind Tang Ning, "Follow me." He whispered to Tang Ning.
Tang Ning hurriedly followed the gravekeeper. It was a dark night with dark clouds overhead. Apart from the occasional flash of thunder, there was no light at all. Tang Ning could not see the road clearly and almost slipped several times. However, the gravekeeper walked steadily and scattered handfuls of paper money behind him every few steps.
rustle.
rustle.
Rustle, rustle.
Two people were walking side by side, but there was the sound of a third person's footsteps behind them.
Tang Ning was shivering with cold, especially on his back and heels. He knew why he was shivering with cold. It was because of fear, the cold, and also because there was something standing behind him.
It was raining heavily, and the wound was constantly washed away by the rain. This body was too fragile. The small cut that seemed harmless to others fell on Tang Ning, and it hurt as if countless ants were gnawing at the wound. But the pain was not the most uncomfortable. Tang Ning really felt too cold. It was so cold that he walked like a puppet with stiff hands and feet. He was so cold that he almost had no strength to move.
He needs a warm coat to wrap himself in, or a raincoat or an umbrella.
Be patient and hold on a little longer.
Tangning reminded herself that it was already great that the gravekeeper showed up. The gravekeeper was doing something very important right now. She should not ask too many questions. No one would be as tolerant of him as Mo Yunchu was.
Mo Yunchu, Mo Yunchu, why did he think of Mo Yunchu again? !
Tang Ning bit his lower lip tightly, discarded all distractions, and walked towards the cemetery with the gravekeeper.
After an unknown amount of time, they stopped in front of a tombstone.
The heavy rain washed away the black and white photo on the tombstone. That was Lu Yingxing's tomb.
Although Tang Ning had expected this, he still didn't understand what was happening when he saw Lu Yingxing. He was already wearing an ancient jade that could ward off evil spirits, so Lu Yingxing couldn't really hurt him. Forcing himself to follow him would only reduce his own strength. Lu Yingxing had been following Tang Ning for such a long time, but Tang Ning hadn't noticed it, which meant that he was getting weaker and weaker.
Then why do we have to follow in this situation
Is it that even evil spirits have no instinct to seek profit and avoid harm
The gravekeeper grabbed another handful of paper money from the bag and scattered it on the tombstone. Pieces of paper money flew towards the small black and white photo. Lu Yingxing in the photo seemed to "come alive" again, and his cold and strange eyes looked at Tang Ning through the flying paper money.
"After collecting the money, it's time to hit the road!"
An inexplicable cold wind blew towards the paper money, blowing away all the paper money scattered by the gravekeeper.
It was obvious that Lu Yingxing was unwilling to leave.
It was the first time that Tang Ning witnessed a confrontation between humans and ghosts. His heart was in his throat, not knowing how things would develop next.
The gravekeeper took out a piece of black thread from his pocket without changing his expression. He said coldly: "If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you!"
The pitch-black line shot out from the gravekeeper's hand like a living thing, and shot straight behind Tang Ning. Tang Ning didn't dare to move. The straight line kept trembling. The gravekeeper's eyes were like torches. One end of the black line was wrapped around his index and middle fingers. His strong hands pulled the long line hard, as if dragging something.
Tang Ning could feel the cold aura from behind him eroding his body.
At the moment when the Yin Qi briefly entered his body, Tang Ning seemed to hear a sharp, heart-wrenching scream. The scream contained extreme pain. In a trance, it seemed to be Lu Yingxing's voice saying, "Run!!!"
The black line was suddenly dragged over by the gravekeeper, and the voice disappeared from Tang Ning's mind completely like an auditory hallucination. Tang Ning frowned in pain and reached out to press his swollen temple.
Was it Lu Yingxing who was speaking in his mind just now? Or was he hallucinating
Tang Ning had a severe headache. He looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone. This time, Lu Yingxing in the photo did not move his eyes to look at him. Instead, he stood still and stared straight ahead, just like all other ordinary photos.
The supernatural events concerning Lu Yingxing have finally come to an end.
Tangning stared blankly at the tombstone, but he did not feel as relieved as he had imagined. What did Lu Yingxing mean by "escape"? Was Mo Yunchu catching up
"Let's go." The gravekeeper said coldly to Tang Ning.
Tang Ning came to his senses and quickly followed the gravekeeper. The gravekeeper was not heading towards the house where he lived, but deeper into the cemetery.
The tombstones stood in the darkness, dark and cold, like a pair of eyes hiding in the dark and spying on her. Tangning couldn't help but cross her arms and asked softly, "Where are we going?"
The gravekeeper said nothing; he walked forward in silence.
Tang Ning didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took out his phone and checked the time. There were only five minutes left. In another five minutes, it would be past the deadline set by Mo Yunchu.
However, he had already told Boss Hao about this matter, and Boss Hao said that the gravekeeper would help him solve it and asked him to obey the gravekeeper in everything.
Tang Ning looked at the gravekeeper again. At this moment, the gravekeeper stopped and stood in front of a tombstone. Tang Ning looked at the tomb. It was an ownerless tomb and the tombstone was empty.
The gravekeeper took off the backpack behind him, pulled out a shovel from it, and began to dig the soil under Tang Ning's blank gaze. Perhaps the rain had softened the land, and the shovel was easily dug into the soil like cutting tofu.
A fishy smell emanated from the soil, and the rain mixed with sand was as rich in color as brown blood.
The gravekeeper dug very quickly and soon found something. He shoveled away all the dirt around the thing. The heavy rain washed away the thin soil on the surface of the thing, revealing the pitch-black outer shell.
It seemed to be a coffin.
Tangning stood aside, confused, and asked cautiously, "Can I help you in any way?"
The gravekeeper looked up at Tang Ning, his eyes staring at Tang Ning silent and strange.
"have."
Tangning quickly asked, "What do you need me to do?"
The gravekeeper put down his shovel, pointed at the coffin, and said in a cold voice, "Lie down in it."
Tangning was stunned for two seconds. Her wet face was confused. She seemed to have no idea why she had to go through all this. "What?"
The gravekeeper opened the coffin lid and found it was empty, but the inside was covered with strange fonts and patterns. The style was somewhat similar to the yellow talisman that Tang Ning saw at the door of Lao Liu's house, which made people feel terrified and depressed for no reason. Even though Tang Ning did not understand what it was, he understood that lying in a coffin in front of an empty tomb late at night was definitely not a good thing.
"I'll let you lie down!" the gravekeeper ordered.
A flash of lightning cut through the dark night sky, illuminating the gravekeeper's sinister and old-fashioned face. His old eyes stared at Tang Ning with unusual determination. Heavy rain poured down on him, but his figure remained unusually tall and straight, like a reef bearing the erosion of waves. Tang Ning looked at the gravekeeper in horror, not understanding why the amulet had suddenly turned into a death curse.
He subconsciously took a small step back. The gravekeeper's sudden change caught him off guard. He was like a little beast that had just escaped from a tiger's den and entered a wolf's den. His hair stood on end and he was ready to turn around and run at any time, even though his body was so weak that he didn't have much strength left.
The gravekeeper stood in front of the grave and asked coldly: "Do you want to drink the toast or the penalty drink?"
Familiar words.
Tang Ning recalled the scene of the gravekeeper dealing with Lu Yingxing just now, as well as Lu Yingxing's shrill cry of "escape" that was almost engraved in his mind.
Is it possible that Lu Yingxing was shouting at him to escape from the gravekeeper
Tang Ning's eyes suddenly widened.
There is something wrong with his thinking habits.
He only thought about escaping from the evil spirit, but forgot that human hearts are just as scary.
However, it was too late to escape now. Tangning had no time to regret his own slowness and stupidity. He tried desperately to think of a solution, but nothing worked. Tangning could only reach into his pocket and try to call Boss Hao while saying in a trembling voice, "I don't quite understand what you mean. Why should I lie down here?"
Raindrops continued to drip from her hair and eyelashes onto her pale skin. Tangning's voice was trembling from the cold, "Everything has to have a reason. Even before persuading people to drink, they always have a toast. Don't you agree?"
The empty cemetery was filled with the sound of heavy rain.
After a while, Tang Ning heard the gravekeeper's hoarse voice: "Only in this way will he fall into the trap even though he knows it is a trap."
Tangning paused as she dialed Boss Hao's number. She then asked in a hoarse voice, "Who is he?"
"Mo Yunchu."