Anyway, it’s just a little effort to pull out the tomb grass. Since I saw it, if I swung my sleeves and walked over blindly, I couldn’t do it.

I rolled up my sleeves, squatted down, and pulled them up. Although it had rained the whole day before, the soil next to the tombstone was very hard and the rain was not completely wet. Some grasses were very strong and slippery, and it was difficult to grab them. It took a lot of time to pull out the grass and wipe the sweat from my forehead. I stood up and stood up. Looking around, I saw that the fog had almost begun to dissipate, but the sun had not yet come out. The trees on the top of the mountain looked like they had washed, and the birds were flapping their wings and flew around the trees.

I turned around and was about to leave, and I glanced down and saw a woman standing in front of one of the tombstones next to the foot of the mountain. The cemetery was open during the day, and many people came to visit the tombs and worship every day.

The woman was holding a small broom in her hand and a bulging bag in the other hand. It seemed that she was here to visit the grave. When I was about to withdraw my gaze, the woman raised her head and looked at me. With such a pair of eyes, I suddenly felt that the woman was familiar with her. Then, I remembered... That night at the funeral home, I cast a spell to find the body of Old Man Liu. It was the birth date and horoscope that I asked the woman about. She was one of the children of Old Man Liu...

The woman also recognized me and looked away in panic. She looked at the monument in front of her. It was very new. I thought it should be the one of Old Man Liu. That day, after telling Fatty Liu the entrance to the basement, Xiang Feng and I left. It seemed that after Old Man Liu's body was taken away and cremated, the ashes were buried here...

I whispered a little and thought to myself that there was no good thing for Old Man Liu's children. After Old Man Liu died, the woman came over pretending to be sad and sad, and even brought a broom to visit his grave. It seemed so filial. What did people do when they were alive? I guess she might have wanted Old Man Liu to bless her in the Spirit of Heaven, so she came here...

Thinking of this, I decided to stimulate her hard. I expanded my hand to my mouth and shouted to the woman, "Sister, are you going to sweep the grave for Mr. Liu?"

The woman didn't dare to look at me, so she lowered her head and said 'um'.

"It just so happens that I'll scan Mr. Liu a few times..."

I didn't care whether the woman agreed or not, and left after that. I walked around the row below, and in front of the woman, I looked at the tombstone, and the name of Old Man Liu was indeed engraved.

A nameless fire rose from my heart, grabbed the broom in the woman's hand, and brushed a few times on the small open space in front of the tombstone.

"Uncle Liu, Xiao Leng is here to see you. You raised a bunch of ungrateful wolves before you died, but you have never enjoyed any blessings. Now that you have gone, your relationship with them is broken. Blessing them to make money is a delusion, right? It's almost the same to curse them to suffer disasters. Don't worry, people are doing it, God is watching, and people without conscience will not have a good end. Sooner or later, God will deal with it..."

I looked at the woman with my eyes, and saw that her face turned pale and her lips were trembling. I didn't know if it was angry or scared. I felt a sense of revenge in my heart. Just as I was about to say it again, the woman sighed softly, squatted down, put her bag on the ground, and stretched her hand towards the zipper head.

Seeing her pitiful look, I felt a little embarrassed and didn't continue talking.

The woman unzipped the zipper, took out a plate, two apples from her bag, put the apples into the plate, and placed the plate in front of the tombstone. Then she lit three incense sticks and inserted it into the crack of the brick in front of the plate.

After putting some other tributes, the woman said, "Dad, this little master is right. We are just a group of ungrateful wolves, sooner or later. Mom died early, and it was you who pulled us up with great difficulty. But when you get old, we watched you lonely and lonely living alone in that ruined building, which is not even as good as a beast... It's all my fault, Dad, you know, among all my children, I am the most timid and cowardly one. But I married a strong and domineering husband. At that time, I wanted to take you to my house to take care of him, but my husband said, don't

I don't care about my brothers and sisters, and I don't care about it. I argued with him, so he kicked me and wanted to break my leg. Since then, I didn't even dare to mention it anymore. I didn't dare to run over to see you. If my husband learned from your neighbors, he would kill me... Today, I secretly bought some things and ran to see you. I didn't want to get your forgiveness, but I just wanted to see you. Originally, I wanted to buy some paper tills for you, but the people in this cemetery said that paper tills were broken last night... Dad, are you okay? Is it enough money? Dad..."

That night, I asked the woman for the horoscope of Old Man Liu because I saw this woman's kind face. At this moment, I saw her crying while talking, kneeling on the ground, screaming, and felt a little uncomfortable, and my resentment towards her immediately disappeared.

I took out my handkerchief and handed it to her, "Sister, I apologize to you for my previous words. I blamed you for your mistake..."

After persuading for a while, the woman finally stopped crying and took the handkerchief. I shook my head and sighed, and my eyes fell on the bag next to the woman, and I saw that there were still some tribute left in the bag.

"Sister."

"Um?"

I pointed to the bag and said, "Can you lend you some tribute?"

"sure."

I nodded and thought to myself, since I promised to bring some tribute to the tomb above last night, I must do it.

The woman picked up the bag first, "I'll help you carry it."

"No need to worry."

The woman insisted on helping me, but in desperation, I had to follow her, so she followed me and walked upwards. When she came to the monument, the woman stared at the monument and looked up and down, and suddenly she said 'eh'.

"What's wrong?" I asked in confusion.

"This...this tomb..."

"What's wrong with this tomb? Do you know the man buried in the tomb?"

"No, don't know..." the woman shook her head and pointed her hand, "I know this person."

What this woman refers to is the man who erected the monument.

"Oh? Who is he?"

"He is my former boss."

"boss?"

"Um…"

The woman told me that she originally worked in a state-owned enterprise. In the 1990s, she was laid off. In order to make food and clothing, she entered a small private factory to process lighting products. The boss of the factory was Ling, who was in his forties, and was tall and burly, silent and restrained, and had a very manly charm. Many single female workers in the factory liked him secretly. It is said that Boss Ling once got married once, and his wife died in a car accident, leaving him with a daughter. His daughter was very smart and beautiful, young and very sensible. Unfortunately, she was too weak. It seemed that she had a strange disease and died later...

I looked at the tombstone and thought to myself that the boss's daughter was engraved on the monument, which is called "Lingxiao".

"Where is Boss Ling now?" I asked.

"I've been missing long ago."

"Missing?" I frowned.

"Well, I was in that factory. After working for a few months, the boss disappeared and no one died. At that time, many people said that the boss ran away after paying his salary. I think it is unlikely that the equipment in the factory is the boss's personal equipment. Those equipment is much more valuable than the salary... Later, the police intervened in the investigation and found nothing. The court sold the equipment for price, paid the employees, and confiscated the rest of the money..."

I looked at the tombstone and thought to myself, no wonder this tomb seems to have been worshipped for many years, so it is. I think Boss Ling must have paid a lot of management fees for many years, otherwise, the tomb would have been treated as an unowned and lonely tomb...

I burned incense in front of this tomb and worshiped me. I heard Xiang Feng calling me from afar, so I said goodbye to the woman and gave her my phone number, saying that if I learned something about Old Man Liu’s death from her other brothers and sisters, or from others, I would call me.

When he returned to the gate, Xiang Feng told me that he had signed a written agreement with the leader of the cemetery, and he would send money to compensate for the losses of the paper-made items. In fact, there was not much money, but we didn't bring so much cash.

After leaving this cemetery, Xiang Feng and I returned to the slum where Zhu Bin and the others lived. Zhu Bin had already made a set of red bedding for Xiao Jiu as Xiang Feng said, and arranged for his younger brothers to take turns to guard it. For the rest of the day, we still went to find the building I saw in Xiao Jiu's eyes, but we still couldn't find it, so we had to give up. We stayed in the slum for another night, and we decided to go back first. As for finding the building, we handed it over to Zhu Bin and the others. Although the master could not draw the building, I thought that since there was a "monster" in the building, there must be no one living there, so I asked Zhu Bin to search everywhere to see where there was a house that was not living...

The next morning, Xiangfeng and I left the city. Master, Uncle Yang, Old Master Yang, and the three of us were still in Taihang Mountains. Old Master Yang still couldn't get through the mobile phone. I really don't understand. How could so many living people disappear in such a village? Wanjinshan, or the Gao Qien behind him, no matter how powerful he is, he can't get rid of a village. Could it be that the village encountered a time tunnel and ran to another time and space?

I drove Xiang Feng and was thinking all the way. When I returned to Xiaoqing's house, I saw Chenxing and Yu Xin sitting opposite each other in the yard playing checkers. Xiaoqing squatted on the ground beside her, holding her head and shaking, not knowing what she was doing.

"Are you back?"

"Well..." I smiled and looked away, "Little Haruko!"

"Hey?" Xiaoqing was shocked.

"What skills are you practicing?"

"I've been advertising on TV these days, and I'm always cervical spondylosis. I'm afraid I'll have it, so I'll do it..."

"Have my computer been fixed?"

"No, where did you pick up the broken computer? People say they can't fix it..."

"A Leng, come on."

Chenxing came over for some reason and said softly to me.

"What's wrong?" I asked when I got into the house.

Chenxing looked up and down at me, "A Leng, are you okay?"

"Silly girl..." I raised my arms and smiled, "Aren't I doing well? What can I do?"

"I had a nightmare the night before."

"What nightmare?"

"I dreamed of a cemetery."

I was startled, "Cemetery?"

"Well, I'm trapped in a room in that cemetery..."

"And...and what?"
Chapter completed!