super ghost system

Chapter 71 Uncle's Story

There was a reason for Wei Feng to ask Li Shanshan to look back. After all, his method was a bit inhumane, and it was better to keep it secret from the old, young, women and children. After all, there were many things, and the more we knew, the better, the more complete and clear.

Currently in a place shrouded in ghosts and ghosts, Wei Feng was not in a hurry when encountering a ghost hitting a wall, he couldn't help thinking of a story.

It was his mother who told him that the main character in it was the old uncle.

It is said that in the [-]s, from the city to the countryside, it became popular to open kilns, specializing in the work of firing bricks with clay. Many strong men depended on this for a living. Some were the head of the family, and some were family They all go, and the monthly money is close to one hundred.

Usually when I go, when I follow, it is very late.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, they have to go to the kiln to pour out the blanks. Most of them don't eat, and then get off work at six or seven in the morning.

After my uncle got off work, he went drinking with a few people and didn't come home until one or two o'clock in the morning.

From the kiln factory to home, there are more than ten kilometers of land, all on foot, without any means of transportation, and seven or eight miles of land are allotted land in the countryside, which is specially used for farming.

Moreover, there are many graves erected on this cultivated land, most of which are the ancestral graves of their own family. In the countryside, the land of their own family is equivalent to the ancestral graves.

Burials were still practiced at that time. Regardless of whether the old man died from a fall, illness, electrocution, or was crushed to death by dirt and debris falling from the sky, the children and grandchildren would buy a coffin board and shroud for use. placed.

Most of the coffin boards are wide at the front and narrow at the back, which looks very heavy. Nails are nailed into the gaps on both sides to fix it so that it will not become loose and shake due to looseness. The length specification of adults is mostly They are all [-] meters, and the bottom will be covered with bricks or the like. If there is nothing, they will be placed in their own home to prevent them from falling on the ground.

The impression of the shroud is quite deep. There is a special sale on the opposite side of Wei Feng’s house. The material is also ordinary cloth, but it is particularly slippery. It looks like the blue plain clothes worn by people in the late Qing Dynasty. He was also afraid because of this. It's been a long time.

Of course, there are quite a few families who don't have extra money to buy coffins, so they roll them up with mats or sheets at home, dig a hole and bury them.

Those with coffins are more particular. The son of the deceased is at the front holding a mourning stick, and his family members are behind, crying bitterly. Other friends will also cry loudly to see his father off. Most of them will use the original home as the boundary , has been sent to the cemetery above.

The main road is still paved with fired bricks, and it will be wet when it rains. These funeral processions in white linen clothes will not be afraid of people or cars on the road, so they rush over, and everyone they see will give way. on the side.

Uncle, he has naturally done many such things. It can be said that he knows exactly how many people in the cemetery died, whether they were buried with sons or grandsons, and whether they slept on coffin boards or mats.

At that time, there were no mobile phones, and most of them relied on their mouths. Wherever they said, people would naturally believe what they said. Of course, there were more fake news, and a lot of things were non-existent and randomly fabricated.

Uncle followed the original path back home, stepped on the soft grass, looked at the stars all over the sky, and the summer night, with the cool breeze blowing, was the most comfortable time.

But it made his scalp numb. He knew the journey clearly, from when he set off to when he arrived home, he knew it clearly, no calculations were needed, and the accuracy was based on the time he set off from here. Go home with three or four years of experience.

But this time, he left for more than an hour and returned to the same place without reaching home at all.

Looking at the moon and stars in the sky, it was the first timekeeping technique. Afraid of accidents, my uncle made a mark to prevent getting lost. He came and went twice, and the sky had already turned white.

I went back to the original marking place again, feeling sleepy and tired. What I drank was not rice, but glasses of wine and water.

Suddenly, he saw his family's graveyard, with his uncle's name engraved on it. Unknowingly, by some strange coincidence, he lay there and fell asleep.

He seemed to have had a dream. His uncle, who had been dead for many years, stood in front of him alive, and even slapped him and reprimanded him: "You son of a bitch, don't go home early in the middle of the night. It’s wandering around here, I don’t know where it is? You are not allowed to drink in the future, or you will be beaten to death, and your uncle is about to be reincarnated, if you don’t want to come to the house to take a look, I’m afraid you will die here.”

The uncle was dizzy and dazzled by the slap, and he got on his uncle's back in a daze.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and it was a very nice sunny day. The warm sunlight shone down on the earth. When my uncle woke up, he found that he had arrived at home. He clearly remembered that he had fallen asleep in the cemetery.

So he hurried to the old uncle's house to visit his son.

His son was burning the paper there, and he kept crying with snot and tears, and sobbed: "Father, your son is incapable. When you are alive, you are still suffering and have to work. This is a big deal." No need."

The daughter-in-law next to her also cried so hard that she said: "Father, I am really not very nice to you, but it is for the sake of the life of the whole family and for your grandson. There is a lot of paper money here, and we all have it." I burned it for you, please rest in peace quickly and don’t give me any more dreams.”

When the uncle behind heard this, he ran away and went directly to the place where he slept yesterday, only to find that it was not the uncle's cemetery at all, but a lonely ghost without a tombstone.

It's just that my uncle just passed by here.

He couldn't help but get rid of his usual habit of drinking and making things worse, enshrining his uncle's inscription all day long, and burning paper money on festivals and festivals.

It was still the Chinese New Year, and what Wei Feng said next to Wei Feng's mother took Wei Feng for several days, and almost insulted him as a coward and a person who likes to tell ghost stories.

Now it seems that there is an [-]% chance that it is true.

Wei Feng's current encounter is also a ghost hitting a wall, but he is not his uncle.

This ghost hitting the wall is a trick used by ghosts to confuse people. Most of the wandering ghosts can use it to confuse people. In fact, it is more of a play.

At most, it is to deliberately break your sanity, and the three lights of heaven, earth and human are extinguished.

If you want to crack it, you need yang energy, the most powerful of which is boy urine!

Yes, you read that right, Wei Feng is indeed a chicken!
Glancing at Li Shanshan, then turned around and said pretendingly: "I'm going to cast a spell now, you must not peek, or you will regret it."

(End of this chapter)