It was late at night. When Zheng Gan turned to his 160th body, his sleepiness was still as far away as the stars in the sky.

Zheng Gan's pale face was sallow and his eyes were covered with bloodshot.

He hadn't slept in full for many days. Tonight, as usual, he still had no chance of sleep.

Zheng Gan rubbed his face hard, drove away the soreness all over his body, and his numb head regained a little thinking ability.

This is a simple and warm bedroom. There are exquisite large wedding photos hanging on the wall. Zheng Gan in the photo smiles so hard that he can't see his teeth, like a stupid son of a landlord.

Zheng Gan hugged a girl with both hands, and the girl smiled sweetly. The happiness from the bottom of her heart seemed to be about to overflow from the photo.

This girl is Zheng Gan’s newly married wife Yi Hong.

The big red wedding letters on the bedroom wall have not faded yet, the red windows, curtains, bed tents, and brand new big red bedding all show that Zheng Gan has not been the groom for a long time.

Zheng Gan glanced at his phone and it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. The time for the fortune teller to say was coming soon.

Go or not? If you go, it is a routine for scammers to pretend to be a god and go to the grave in the middle of the night to burn paper as a way to crack the bad luck. It is nothing more than a fortune teller's method of cheating money and pranking, and he will go for nothing. He will leave a laughing stock. If he doesn't go, what if a miracle happens, it will really cure Yi Hong's disease?

Zheng Gan turned on the light and stared blankly at the shadow under the roof light. The moths flying into the house were ramming around the light, making a snap sound.

Zheng Gan was even more upset.

Yi Hong was lying in the hospital and was unconscious. During the day, the nurse urged for the fee. If the fee was not paid, the hospital would stop the treatment. The possibility of Yi Hong awakening became lower and lower.

However, Zheng Gan tried his best to raise enough money to save his life. He used all the channels he could borrow. The huge medical expenses were not guaranteed to be astronomical for Zheng Gan.

Zheng Gan and Yi Hong, who grew up in an orphanage, can be called another childhood sweetheart. They were like brothers and sisters when they were young, and they were admitted to technical schools together, found a job, and got married. Everything indicates that they had a happy end. Happy days are waving in front of them.

But all this came to an abrupt end at the wedding night.

After the few friends left that day, the two finally achieved success, looked at each other and prepared to rest.

In this rented bungalow, Yi Hong put the gate of the courtyard and went back to the house to wash his feet. Zheng Gan wanted to pour out the foot washing water, but Yi Hong said mischievously: "I will be a good wife and mother in the future. Let me go."

Zheng Gan let her go, Yi Hong arrived in the yard. Soon after, he heard a "clang".

Zheng Gan's beloved wife was eager to go to the yard to take a look.

Yi Hong fell to the ground, her face was pale, and water splashed all over the floor.

Since then, Yi Hong has never woken up again.

For two months, Zhenggan's hospital company's family has been busy all the time. Because he was really incompetent, he quit his job and served Yi Hong specifically.

I thought that Yi Hong would be able to recover from his health after just falling and not hitting the stone, but the situation did not go as expected. Yi Hong checked almost all the projects and hired many famous experts to give a consensus conclusion: Yi Hong had nothing to do with her and her physical mechanism was normal.

Zheng Gan wants to scold people.

Apart from being able to breathe, what is the difference between Yi Hong and a dead person? This is not called a disease, what is a disease? Who dares to say it is normal?

Many people, including doctors, advised Zheng Gan to give up the treatment of Yi Hong. As the saying goes, diseases are afraid of unknown diseases, and sores are afraid of famous sores. For Zheng Gan, who is not rich, this situation is simply a bottomless pit that cannot be filled.

Zheng Gan firmly disagreed. He persuaded him more often. Zheng Gan first cried and then scolded him, as if he was crazy. Everyone who persuaded him shook his head and sighed and walked away. They all thought Zheng was crazy.

In fact, they didn't know the relationship between Zheng Gan and Yi Hong. From childhood to adulthood, they had no relatives, depended on each other and stayed together to keep warm. They had long regarded each other as the most important person in their lives.

No one can let Zheng Gan give up his life for any reason, and Yi Hong is his life.

After a while of random thoughts, Zheng Gan decided to go out and try his luck.

Even if there is one-tenth of hope, Zheng Gan has the obligation and responsibility to do it as 100% possibility, otherwise he will not be responsible to Yi Hong.

He looked at his watch and it was already twelve o'clock.

He put his big screen copycat smartphone in his pocket and walked towards the righteous place outside the town.

Yidi, the elegant name for public cemeteries. It is the place where the dead rest.

On the spring night in April, the weather is warm and cold.

Zheng Gan walked across the street to the west of the town, on both sides of the street. The street lights were glowing dimly, and Zheng Gan's thin figure was pulled longer.

Zheng Gan stepped on his shadow with one foot and one foot, his lips tightly pursed, and his hair that had not been washed for a long time shining, and his oily hair shining.

In the messy hair, a few hairs stood up toward the sky, pricking the moon in the sky.

Zheng Gan occasionally heard two nurses in the hospital today saying that the moon tonight is very special and the rare blue moon wonder will appear.

When he walked outside the town, Zheng Gan stopped and turned to look at the moon that had risen to the sky.

The moon is indeed very round tonight. Zheng Gan feels that he hasn't seen the moon for a long time. Under the pressure of life, he always takes his head down and runs in a hurry.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the moon, and suddenly became solemn in his heart.

I heard that when the full moon is full, it is most effective to make wishes to the moon.

Zheng Gan solemnly made the wish in his heart against the round moon, as if it was a layer of glass.

Oh my God, if you can make Yi Hong get better soon, I am willing to do anything for you.

Zheng Gan made a wish and waited for a while, nothing happened.

Zheng Gan shook his head and smiled bitterly; I was crazy. People were so sad that they called their parents, and they were so sad that they called the sky. Now they were so sad that they were so sad that they were so sad that they were so sad that they were so sad that they would not care about your life or death, and waste their feelings in vain.

Zheng Gan drove those unrealistic ideas out of his mind and continued to move forward righteously.

Yidi is in the pine forest two or three miles outside the town. From a distance, graves of all sizes are silent among the distorted pine trees.

Zheng Gan was not very scared, but this gloomy atmosphere made him feel chilled.

He exhaled, his mind calmly. A warm feeling spread from the top of his head and walked all over his body.

He felt it was normal, but he didn't know that when he finished praying for the moon, a thin golden light line was drawn down from the full moon, and the electric current entered his body along the white hair, so he felt a warmth.

Zheng Gan was very calm and walked towards the outermost path of the cemetery.

He glanced at his phone, and at half past twelve, the wind blew across the pine forest, as if people were talking quietly.

It was time to do it next. Zheng Gan recalled what the mysterious fortune teller said and got busy.

He spread a piece of clothes that Yi Hong had worn on the ground and placed them with yellow paper.

There are also words written in cinnabar on yellow paper:

Heaven and earth are proved, and the contract is completed. I will exchange my body for your peace.

These papers were done by fortune tellers for Zheng, and the words on them were also written by that man.

The man told Zheng Gan that in order to cure Yi Hong's illness, Zheng Gan must come to the cemetery late at night after the full moon and burn Yi Hong's clothes together with the yellow paper.

Before burning, Zheng Gan used his own blood to describe the words above to achieve results.

Zheng Gan has never believed in the strange powers and gods, but he is anxious and seeks medical treatment. No matter how absurd the method is, as long as it is helpful to Yi Hong, Zheng Gan must try it. What if a miracle happens?

Zheng Gan learned the plot in the novel, put his finger in his mouth, and bit it hard. With a click, it was so lingering and it didn't bite. Zheng Gan saw that the skin was intact. It was not broken at all. There was no blood. Zheng Gan cried. It hurt so much.

Zheng Gan took out a fruit knife, cut a small hole, and made some blood.

Zheng Gan stabbed his index finger,

The knife had not yet fallen. A "huff" sound came from behind a grave six or seven meters away from him.

The grave is very big, it should be the ancestral tomb of a wealthy family in the town. The grave is two or three meters high, and a black tombstone stands in front of the grave.

With such a large tomb, Zheng Gan couldn't see the scene behind it. However, the grunting sound was particularly loud in the quiet night.

Zheng Gan’s ears are not deaf, he hears it really.

The sound came too suddenly, and the occasion was wrong, it was late at night again,

No matter how brave Zheng Gan was, the incident happened suddenly and his hair stood up all of a sudden.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Gan shouted loudly, jumped back several meters, holding the fruit knife tightly.

The thing behind the grave seemed to be competing with someone. He had been working hard for a long time and did not show up.

At some point, a black cloud came from the sky, covering the moon, and a few wisps of light shone on the big grave from the cracks of the clouds.

The sound became louder, as if a person was constipated and was coming out from behind the grave.

Zheng Gan would not naively think that someone came to the cemetery in the middle of the night, without blinking, staring at the direction of the sound.

Zheng Gan's front legs were staggered and he was tilted to his side. If the situation was wrong, this posture made him run away.

It was like Zheng Gan's illusion that the beams of moonlight were like several ropes, lifted up by an invisible hand.

A human face appeared behind the grave.
Chapter completed!