Anecdotes about ghosts

During the time when Lu Ke was sleeping, the village secretary had already woken up.

The back of his neck still had residual pain from being cut with a hand knife. While rubbing it, he cursed in a low voice: "Little brat, how dare you sneak up on me! See if I won't show you for a while!"

However, not long after he finished cursing, there was another angry shout: "What? They actually want to take Qinqin away? Why?! I won't allow it! Qinqin is my daughter!"

But Qinqin is not the old lady's darling. Since she can let go of her selfishness and give Qinqin a wider world, it is not difficult to persuade the village party secretary to let Qinqin go.

Soon, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren were sobbing and crying bitterly.

So the next morning, the village secretary came out with swollen eyes. Although he hated Lu Ke in his heart, he was powerless about this matter.

"Aniang said that you are going to dig up Lin Fangruo's body and take her back?" The village party secretary went to the corner and picked up a rusty shovel. He pushed his chin back a little, "Follow me."

But Mrs. Yang didn't seem to tell her son about Lin Fangruo.

The village party secretary muttered to himself as he walked: "I don't know what kind of evil I have run into. She just said that she wanted to pay back Lin Fangruo's debt. Why pay the debt when everyone is dead? Besides, it's nothing more than paying the ashes. Why do you still want to take my daughter away?"

Lu Ke listened to those words, but did not answer.It's good that the village party secretary doesn't know anything, otherwise he might become insane in the future, and feel that ghosts are behind everything he encounters.

The three of them walked for about ten minutes, and came to a small forest, where the trees were luxuriant, shading the sun, and the breeze brought a cool breeze.

At this time, the village party secretary suddenly stopped on the top of the hill, and he pointed forward: "That's right there."

Lu Ke took a closer look, and couldn't help but choke his breath. It turned out that there was a large pit sunken under the hill.

There are nearly a hundred stone tablets, large and small, piled up inside, and behind each stone tablet is a small bag of earth, with a bamboo pole inserted on it, and colorful grave paper hanging on it, swaying in the wind.

It's like a huge cemetery.

The village party secretary rushed down the hill in two or three steps, circled around in front of the tombstones, and stood still in front of one of the tombstones.

The village party secretary stuck the shovel into the soft soil: "This is it."

Years of wind and rain erosion, the handwriting on the tombstone has been blurred, and the word "Fangruo" left on it can barely be seen.

But the village party secretary obviously didn't intend to help dig the grave. He stepped back a step or two, found a tree at random and sat down against it. Then he saw that his whole head was shrouded in a cloud of smoke.

Lu Ke didn't expect the village party secretary to help him at first, and planned to do it himself, but he didn't expect that just as he was about to pick up the shovel, he saw another slender finger with strong knuckles already grasping the handle of the shovel first.

"I'll come." Lu Siqing said lightly.

"How can this be done!" Lu Ke rushed to snatch it, but accidentally grabbed Lu Siqing's hand. The cold touch made him cry out in surprise, and it bounced away like an electric shock.

The village branch secretary who was muttering at the side said nonchalantly: "Lu Ke, I think you'd better let your elder brother come here. With your thin arms and legs, I don't know how long you'll have to dig. .”

The village party secretary no longer called him "Xiao Kezi" affectionately, but called him by his full name. It seemed that the relationship between the two had come to an end.

Lu Ke didn't care about how the village secretary treated him at all. They were not from the same world. Even if the village secretary gave him favors, there was always only a connection of interests.Ever since the village party secretary threatened him with the admission notice, he has shown no kindness to the village party secretary.

Lu Siqing raised her hand and touched Lu Ke's head, smiled slightly, and repeated: "He's right, let me do it."

"But how can I let my lord do this kind of rough work?" Lu Ke still refused to give in. This time he slightly staggered Lu Siqing's hand, and firmly grasped the handle of the shovel a little bit lower, "Xiaobai Xiaohei If you find out, you will definitely scold me to death again. —My lord, I don’t want to be scolded.”

Lu Siqing couldn't tell that the little guy was making excuses, but men did the rough and tiring work, how could he let his wife do it.

Deliberately moving his palm down an inch, just as Lu Ke touched the delicate cold, it bounced away like an electric shock again. When he wanted to grab the shovel again, Lu Siqing was already holding the shovel and waving it.

Angrily, he chopped off his feet and complained, "Master Siqing—!"

But Lu Siqing turned her head and smiled softly: "Hey, go and sit over there and wait for me."

Lu Ke had no choice but to find a random place to sit down.

Although Lu Siqing is doing coolies, beauty is always in the eyes of beholders. In Lu Ke's eyes, Master Siqing is still handsome and blinded him, as if what he was holding in his hand was no longer the rusty shovel, but It turned into an exquisite long sword, and every move has a natural chic.

"Master Siqing, why is he digging graves so handsomely?" Lu Ke sighed silently, completely unaware of his nympho behavior.

Lu Siqing quickly dug up a hard object. Seeing that he stopped moving, Lu Ke quickly ran over. A corroded khaki rag was exposed in the soil, and the smooth white bottle was wrapped inside. It was Lin Fangruo. of urns.

Lu Ke squatted on the ground and dug out the urn bit by bit with his fingers. Luckily, Lu Siqing didn't use much strength just now, otherwise, if he went down with a hoe, he would definitely smash it to pieces.

Now that the urn is in hand, the next step is to take Lin Fangruo back to his hometown.

In order not to arouse panic among others, Lu Ke also filled the hole in the grave back intact.

After arriving at the village party secretary's house, Lu Ke prepared to bid farewell to the old lady.She didn't know that it would be easy to take Lin Fangruo away, but Qinqin didn't want to go with a stranger.Although her missing soul has been recovered and her IQ has returned to normal, but after 20 years, it takes time for her mind to open up, and she is still a child.

Qinqin hid behind the old lady and cried: "Grandma, I won't go, I won't go."

"This..." The old lady was also in a dilemma.

The village secretary didn't want Lu Ke to take his daughter away. If the old lady hadn't persuaded him, he would have kicked Lu Ke out.

The village party secretary immediately waved his hand and shouted, "Since Qinqin doesn't want to go with you, it means she wants to stay here herself! We won't leave!" Then he pulled Qinqin into the house .

Yin ghosts never like the sunshine in the daytime, so Lu Siqing threw an oiled paper umbrella to Lin Fangruo.

Lin Fangruo was standing under the umbrella now, seeing that the village party secretary was unwilling to let him go, looked at Lu Ke with worried eyes, and asked eagerly, "What should I do? I can't leave Qinqin here." ——If Qinqin If you don’t go, then I won’t go either!”