The old man was shocked, left us to catch the child, and said to his sister-in-law: "Xing'er, don't be anxious, what's going on?"

We were all curious, so we turned to look at our sister-in-law. She said that she had just taken her son to visit Gen'er's grave. The man named Gen'er should be her husband's nickname. She lit the incense, candles and ingots before she found that the grave had been moved and there were traces of renovation, so she hurried back.

The old man pulled the child west without saying a word. We felt that the old man was very kind. Besides, looking at the situation, the old man was his son, and the old man and the orphans and widows at home wanted to help them, so he followed him. The grave was two miles away from the west of the village, and the old man and his sister-in-law walked to a grave and stopped.

As expected, some soil has not been filled back, and the grave looks a little small. I have heard of the renovating of the grave. Generally, it is to rob the tomb or steal the corpse. There is no need to say robbing the tomb. Stealing the corpse is the most hateful. Because there is a saying among the people that a man or a woman who is less than the age of marriage will build a grave to marry each other after death. This is a very common custom. However, if some people cannot find it or the woman's family disagrees, they will steal the corpse and stole the girl's body and buried it in their own children's graves.

But this is a big man. Who would care about his body? This is a bit strange.

When the old man saw the grave, he sat on the ground with his butt, sighed long and said in tears: "My miserable son has disappeared even the corpse after his death..."

The eldest sister-in-law cried bitterly, and the younger son cried with his mother, which made us feel sad.

I walked over and squatted down and said to the old man: "Uncle, don't be sad first. Could it be a good thing for the tomb robbers? Who would steal the body?"

The old man shook his head and said, "You don't know anything about it, my eldest nephew. We always throw corpses here. Many people report the case. After so many years, the police have not solved the case. They say that there are no footprints on the cemetery and there are no clues, and they can't find out. These unscrupulous things don't know what to steal other people's bodies?" He said and cried again.

I stood up and frowned. Yes, what can I do with stealing someone’s body? Wang Zijun came over and whispered: “Stolen corpses can be sold for a lot of money. It is said that some organs can be used, especially young and strong people, which can be sold for a good price.”

This is the first time I heard that the corpse could be sold for a good price. I ignored him and turned around the grave. The thief did not leave any trace. The second uncle of the grass, was it a ghost stole it? I squatted down and looked at the grave for a long time, and suddenly found a problem.

There were a few not very clear fingerprints on the grave soil, which were very thin. When it reached the end of the fingertips, a sharp mark actually stretched out forward. When I felt like a ghost digging a grave, the ghost's nails were so long that it looked terrifying.

This ghost is not a rare thing to dig a grave. When I was a child, my dad said that some poor ghosts wanted to build a house in the underworld because no one offered sacrifices, so they needed to use Yin wood. Although willow wood and other things were Yin wood, they were not as good as coffin wood. So they dug the grave and steal the coffin, took it out and burned it with ghost fire, and then went back to the underworld to collect the wood.

So, some graves were dug up for no reason and the coffin board was burned into a pile of ashes, which was a good thing that the poor people did.

But there are no ashes around the grave? Could it be that after burning the coffin board, it was filled in again? But I was embarrassed to suggest digging the grave to see. The grave has been moved, so it is really not appropriate to be moved again, as it will damage the feng shui of the cemetery.

The old man and his daughter-in-law cried for a while, then burned the paper money and returned to the village very sadly. We also felt very heavy when we looked at their appearance. Now we couldn't even scratch ourselves and didn't have the energy to care about this anymore. So we went back to the car and drove to Ren Village.

This time I left the village, I didn’t notice any movement of Shen Bing’s Life Soul again. But I vaguely felt that Shen Bing’s Life Soul seemed to hear our voices, especially mine, who might still be angry and deliberately hide and refuse to see me. So there is no need to worry that she will go away. As long as she insists on calling the soul, one day it will impress her and return to our side.

Ren Village is six or seven miles away from Gui Village. Like Gui Village, there are barren mountains everywhere. There are no villages nearby from afar. Just like the two slopes of northeast and south, it looks quite withdrawn.

There may not be many households in this village living, most of which are ruined walls, covered with weeds, and are desolate. From a distance, it looks gloomy and weird. It is so bright that I can't help but get goose bumps on my back.

The old man is really not an exaggeration, this village is just a real **!

Otherwise, in broad daylight, just looking from a distance would make me feel scared. Fortunately, I rushed to Guicun last night and didn't come here, otherwise I wouldn't know how to make a night of trouble.

After entering the village, weeds were everywhere, and there was no complete family. Qu Mo, Wang Zijun and Ma Yunxi both seemed a little nervous. Wang Zijun said, "Isn't this an empty village? It seems that no one has been here for a long time." As he said that, a sense of fear was revealed in his eyes.

I nodded and said, "Be careful, although evil spirits dare not show up in the sun, they can still use ghost techniques to attack us in the dark." As they said that, they took out copper coins and peach wood sword from their pockets, looking as if they were ready.

Qu Mo shook his head: "I didn't notice anything wrong for the time being."

"Look at the front, there is someone sitting outside the door." Ma Yunxi sat in the passenger seat and discovered the situation first.

There is really someone living in this place. It is an old lady. She looks over 80 years old, wearing a torn dress and sitting on the door pedestal to bask in the sun. The sun in late autumn is still a bit poisonous, but the old lady actually squinted her eyes and looked very comfortable.

We drove the car in front of us, and Qu Mo walked to the old lady and called "Auntie". The old lady seemed deaf and still squinted her eyes and ignored her.

Wang Zijun shouted louder, and the old lady opened her turbid eyes, looked at us for a long time before asking, "Where are you from?"

The Qing people who still recognize him are not confused when they know where we come from. Qu Mo asked the old lady if she had ever seen a young man and brought two little girls here.

The old lady frowned and was stunned for a while. Wang Zijun repeated it loudly, and then she shook her head at us: "I haven't seen you. You can find it yourself. The village is big and there are not many households living there. Some people pass by here, so we can't see it."

Qu Mo asked about the situation in Ren Village again. The old lady told us that there are five households living in this village now. They are either lonely and widowed or disabled children at home. There is no way to live if they move out. It is better to stay at home. There is a haunted thing in this village, but it is not as evil as it is said outside. The old lady has lived to be 86 years old and has never seen anything. Those dead ghosts just want some paper money. They come back in the middle of the night and shout twice, so the timids are scared away.

I blinked and said, "All people can hold on to the ghosts in the middle of the night. My buddy met countless ghosts and encountered death objects, but I felt so angry, let alone ordinary people. It is embarrassing to see ghosts and be angry, but there is no way. They are all the shadows left by the catching fish with Ermao when I was a child, and they have been lingering in my heart for many years.
Chapter completed!