Strange story player

When facing Qiao Ziru's crying, Qin Manjiang suddenly lost his confidence.

No matter how you look at it, this girl is good enough to him. Whether it's helping to solve the school's troubles or helping to take care of Qin Yiyi's previous affairs, Qiao Ziru can be said to be doing her best.

But what about yourself?

He triggered the [Pupillary Realm] and dragged her into such a terrifying world, and she was insulated from normal life from then on.

This can be called repaying kindness with hatred.

And during this time, he never took the initiative to ask her what help she needed.

Qin Manjiang ignored that not everyone could face the horror with peace of mind, but he couldn't even say a word of relief.

He felt a little guilty, because he vaguely felt that Qiao Ziru should already know that he had dragged her into the world of ghost stories, but she still didn't ask anything and still stood beside him silently.

Even though she only knew him in this terrifying game of life and death, she never pestered him.

The more Qin Manjiang thought about it, the more guilty he felt, and he asked in a low voice:

"What’s wrong with you?"

Qiao Ziru quickly wiped her eyes. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control her tears.

"I dreamed about grandma..." Her voice was trembling. "Just last night, I dreamed about grandma. She said she couldn't hold on any longer..."

Qin Manjiang said softly: "I understand, let's go, I will accompany you home to see grandma first."

There wasn't much he could do. Qiao Ziru would take the initiative to talk to him about this matter. In Qin Manjiang's view, she should be in need of someone to accompany her at the moment.

But... Qiao Ziru shook his head: "No... grandma passed away when I was in junior high school. After suddenly dreaming about grandma last night, I felt something was wrong, so I called back to my hometown. My mother said... dad The land is sold and grandma’s grave needs to be moved..."

"Classmate Qin..." She raised her head slightly and looked at Qin Manjiang with tearful eyes, "Do you know what grandma meant when she said in her dream that she could no longer hold on? I'm so scared..."

A dead person suddenly told his granddaughter in a dream that he could no longer hold on, and that in the real world, he was preparing to move her grave... No wonder Qiao Ziru was so anxious to discuss it with him. This matter was revealed both inside and outside. It's so weird that others won't believe it if you tell it.

Could it be that...a strange story is about to take shape?

Qin Manjiang's heart skipped a beat.

Looking at Qiao Ziru's tearful eyes, Qin Manjiang didn't know how to respond to her for a moment. He knew Qiao Ziru's family background, and her birth was similar to his own, or even worse.

Although Lao Qin is just an adoptive father, his feelings for him are real.

But Qiao Ziru's parents divorced when she was in elementary school, and they had already started new families, and they were no longer willing to deal with such a dragster like her.

She returned to her hometown town and lived with her grandma. She supported herself by working hard to earn a scholarship from school while helping out in the town.

Qin Yiyi talked to him about these things while eating.

Qiao Ziru went to the hospital to take care of her. The two girls had a close friendship and became good friends. Qiao Ziru also mentioned some of his own situation to her.

When Qin Yiyi talked to him about Qiao Ziru, his tone was full of admiration: "Brother, let me tell you, that sister Qiao is much stronger than you think!"

Yeah...she's strong.

Qin Manjiang looked at her with complicated eyes.

Qiao Ziru finally got out of the predicament, and a bright future and life were in front of him...

This was also the reason why Qin Manjiang didn't want to have more contact with her at first. He was afraid that the ghost talk would get her through him, but he didn't expect... the worst thing happened.

"Where is your hometown?" Qin Manjiang asked.

"Go out from the north of the city and go straight north... Qiaojia Village."

"Okay, let's go, go there now." Qin Manjiang said immediately.

"But, don't we have to go to the old locust tree in the south of the city tomorrow..." She didn't want to delay everyone's arrangements because of her own affairs, but her grandma's dream made her really uneasy.

"It's not a big problem if we are missing two people. What's more, what if we solve the problem quickly?" Qin Manjiang smiled and said confidently: "Maybe we can still catch up to the old locust tree. journey."

At this time, a gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them:

"You two, why not let me drive you there."

This voice is!

Mei Sijun? !

Qin Manjiang and Qiao Ziru turned their heads and saw Mei Sijun with long hair and outstanding grace standing at the door of the bathroom.

He looked apologetic: "Sorry, I borrowed the bathroom before leaving. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"You said you have a car?" Qin Manjiang didn't pay much attention to his words.

Mei Sijun nodded: "Just stop downstairs."

"Then let's go quickly!" Qin Manjiang turned around and left. He was about to say hello to the proprietress, but found that there was no more proprietress at the bar.

Mei Sijun looked at Qiao Ziru and bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, Miss Qiao..."

Qiao Ziru quickly shook his head: "No...it's me who should thank you. Thank you for your willingness to help..."

"Then... let's set off."

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Qiaojia Village.

According to the old man, all the villagers in Qiaojia Village were indeed named Qiao at the beginning.

But later the refugees came, and the government came to arrest the young men. As they came in and out, the surnames became mixed.

Over time, there are fewer and fewer families named Qiao in Qiaojia Village, and now there are only five or six families left.

And today, another family named Qiao is leaving Qiaojia Village forever. I heard... they sold their land.

Early this morning, many outsiders came to Qiaojia Village, wearing unseasonable single clothes, taciturn, and looking very stylish.

The villagers of Qiaojia Village watched the excitement. Everyone knew that Qiao Liang had sold his ancestral land unconscionably, and now they had people come to move the land and move the grave.

"I'm coming!"

"Whose boss is that? What's so strange about the graveyard of Qiao Liang's family..."

"Who knows? It's so cold there, and I wouldn't be willing to walk that way home from work."

There was a lot of chatter around.

Amid such discussions, a dark off-road vehicle drove into the village.

The white-haired boy wearing a turtleneck sweater in the back seat looked out the car window expressionlessly, and a middle-aged man's voice sounded next to him: "Close the window quickly, it's very cold."

"Yes, doctor."

"Don't call me like that outside, call me Uncle Zhao, Lao Zhao, do you hear me?"

"Yes, doctor."

Zhao Fengchuan looked at him speechlessly, he was really stupid...but there was nothing he could do...

"Hey! Qiao Liang, come here!"

Zhao Fengchuan saw Qiao Liang in the crowd at a glance. He looked upright, but his temperament was timid and his eyes kept evading, which gave people a very bad feeling.

When Qiao Liang saw Zhao Fengchuan, he quickly ran over, opened the car door, and got into the car.

"Boss Zhao, you are finally here..." Qiao Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fengchuan asked strangely.

"If you don't come, I will be stabbed to death by these people in the spine. The whole village will say that I am unfilial and sell my grave..."

"That's right?" Zhao Fengchuan tilted his head slightly and looked at him, "I heard that you have a daughter studying in college in Fucheng, right?"

"Ah? Yes... I have a daughter..." Qiao Liang scratched his face in embarrassment and muttered in a low voice: "There is... there is a daughter..."

Zhao Fengchuan suddenly laughed: "Don't worry! I'm not a rich man who wants to forcefully marry your daughter. I'm just asking, do you know what your daughter has been doing recently?"

Qiao Liang shook his head, and an awkward smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "To tell you the truth, Boss Zhao, actually... I haven't seen her for many years. She has grown up... and is a college student... She doesn’t recognize her father anymore…”

Zhao Fengchuan nodded slowly and closed his eyes.

"That's it, okay, let's get down."

"Ah?" Qiao Liang's expression changed, "No... Boss Zhao... I... can't I go there by car?"

Zhao Fengchuan opened his eyes, tilted his head and stared into his eyes. Soon, Qiao Liang avoided Zhao Fengchuan's burning eyes.

"Do you think...what qualifications do you have to ride in a car with me?"

Zhao Fengchuan asked softly.

Qiao Liang trembled all over, quickly opened the car door and got out of the car.

Looking at his back, Zhao Fengchuan dropped the smile on his face, closed his eyes again, leaned on the seat, and whispered: "Human, hehe..."

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At this time, Mei Sijun was driving and on the way with Qin Manjiang and Qiao Ziru.

But time is running out.

On the mountainside behind Qiaojia Village, a group of people had already stood. The men, women, and children in the village who were watching the excitement were all around, and they all stretched their necks to look in.

In front of the grave of Mrs. Qiao Liang, a table has been set up, the incense burner has been placed, and three incense sticks have been inserted. The sacrifices include cow heads, pig heads, sheep heads, and glutinous rice and white wine are also placed on the table. The old man in the robe walked to the table, joined his hands and bowed three times, then dipped his fingers into the rootless water, flicked it in all directions, and started chanting.

The old Taoist was singing and pacing back and forth in a decent manner. He really had a bit of an immortal spirit, at least it was enough to fool the villagers.

"Lin, tell me...it would be great if there was a way in this world." Zhao Fengchuan smacked his mouth and said.

The boy wearing a turtleneck sweater next to him ignored him and just looked down at a brick the size of a mobile phone with a focused expression.

"Taking shape..."

"almost done."

Lin said emotionlessly.

"I'll just say it's feasible, right?"

Zhao Fengchuan was a little happy. He touched his chin and said to himself: "The selected players are all born with spiritual eyes. Their families must be a little weird. The place where they are buried will definitely be... There’s something strange.”

"If we succeed this time, we can start from another direction and create strange stories outside of His rules... Hehe..."

At this time, the old Taoist priest grabbed the peach wood sword on the table and began to throw the talismans into the sky. On this cloudy day, the talismans were blown away by the wind as soon as they were thrown into the sky. But strangely, the old man swung the peach wood sword and The talismans all spontaneously ignited.

"Oh! What a trick!" Zhao Fengchuan clapped repeatedly.

The surrounding people watching were even more exclaimed.

"The auspicious time has come, let's break ground and move the coffin!"

The old Taoist priest shouted, and suddenly... an extremely strong wind suddenly blew up with his shout!

The grass and trees on the mountainside were rustling, and the soul-calling flags that were lifted up were dancing wildly in the wind. This scene almost made everyone stunned. They felt that their hair stood on end. Being blown by this wind, they felt their emotions from the bottom of their hearts. Chill.

"Hey... nothing will happen..."

Some villagers whispered.

"If anything happens, don't we invite Taoist priests to do it..."

"But... look at the wind..."

"It's going to rain soon, take a look at the sky for yourself..."

"Yeah..."

The wind did gradually decrease, and it seemed that the sudden strong wind just now was just a coincidence.

No matter what was being said around, the strong men in unlined clothes all around heard the old man's voice and all stepped forward with shovels and hoes in hand.

After the old Taoist explained some taboos and precautions for digging grave soil, the first hoe was already raised high.

However, before the hoe fell, the cold wind on the mountainside suddenly started blowing again!

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Amidst the exclamations of everyone, the soul-calling flag brought by the old Taoist was suddenly blown away!

The soul-calling flag is red and can be used as a decoration on the imperial altar. The drums are raised to invite the three realms, and the water god is invited to save the souls of the dead. Now that the soul-calling flag flew, the old Taoist's face immediately changed!

He looked at the soul-calling flag flying towards the dark side of the mountain with a pale face. He kept pinching it with his fingers, but his face became whiter and whiter.

"It's over, it's over..."

He muttered, just about to stop the earth-moving and relocation of graves, but before he could speak...

Just hearing the sound of "Crack-", the big man holding the hoe had already sunk into the grave with the hoe!

And with his hoe, other shovels and hoes also went down.

Grave soil is splashing everywhere, and a dark wind suddenly arises!

Everyone on the entire mountainside shivered suddenly, and the wind made people feel uncomfortable all over...

Some timid villagers have already backed down and are preparing to leave quietly.

However, Zhao Fengchuan's eyes shone brightly and he couldn't help but mutter: "This battle... this terrifying malice... finally did not escape... Haha!"

"Hey, Lin!"

"We made it!"

"We have created a strange story of our own outside of His rules!"

However, the white-haired boy wearing a turtleneck sweater, Lin. But he remained silent.

He stared at the object in his hand without blinking.

After a long while, he said:

"It hasn't been successful yet..."

"It's absorbing malice..."

"The spiritual pupils we released are still being absorbed..."

"Still accumulating..."

Zhao Fengchuan quickly put his head out and took a look at what Lin was holding.

His complexion finally changed significantly.

"It can't be that evil..." He no longer looked happy, but took the thing from Lin's hand and started operating it quickly.

"How could the newly born Kaitan absorb so many spiritual pupils?"

"It should have burst a long time ago..."

"What went wrong..."

At this time, the man who had been digging the grave soil suddenly shouted: "We found the coffin!"

"Taoist Priest!"

The old man's beard was trembling, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were blank, as if he didn't hear anyone calling him at all.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the crowd:

"etc!"

"No digging allowed!"

(I won’t break it into chapters. I’ll update it in one place. It’s too messy here)

Thanks to Xia Qiu for not coughing, Right Click on Zhu Bajie, The Ball Who Loves Music, Book Friends 2019, Fishing in Wuhu, Xun Weimo, Zhenjiang, Doudou Rice Soup, and Summer Moon, thank you all!