Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

It is raining today and the road up the mountain is not easy to walk on.

Fortunately, the locals were familiar with the road conditions, and they carried the coffin up the mountain without falling due to the slippery road in the rain.

This mountain is full of graves. When people in the village die, they are usually buried here. Therefore, when people in the village walk a few steps on the mountain, they will come across the graves of their relatives.

The people in the village are used to it and don't think there's anything wrong, but outsiders find this scene a bit creepy.

Wang Qing's face looked very ugly, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out and listless. He looked at Bai Yao several times, wanting to say something to her, but every time he saw Fan Su beside Bai Yao, he had to give up the idea.

Fan Su and Bai Yao were holding a black umbrella. His presence was very low, and even though he was dressed strangely, few people would notice him. He had slept late last night, and he yawned lazily and moved closer to Bai Yao.

Bai Yao held his hand and looked at the people working at the grave. She couldn't help feeling a little melancholy. The people who were alive and well not long ago were just buried in the earth after their death.

According to local customs, when a person is buried, a person who performs rituals is needed to chant sutras beside the person. This person is actually not a professional Taoist priest or monk, but an ordinary person. Only after someone dies will he put on a black robe and chant some mysterious words.

His surname is also Zhao, and everyone usually calls him Master Zhao.

Suddenly, he shouted.

It turned out that the coffin had just been put into the pit when a black crow fell on the coffin lid and died without struggling for a few seconds.

Everyone was shocked by the scene before them. Death is a taboo in the first place, and now there is a black crow dead in the grave. Coupled with the horror rumors that have been circulating some time ago, the people present can't help but feel scared and talk about it.

Zhao Shi quickly knelt on the ground, crying and shouting: "Dad..."

Zhao Si managed to remain calm. He asked the man who was performing the ritual, "Master Zhao, what's going on?"

Master Zhao also looked a little panicked, but with his many years of experience attending funerals, he quickly calmed down. "Crows have a keen sense of smell and can sense the smell of decay and death. Crows themselves like to eat carrion, so when the crows smell the odor of the deceased's decaying body during the funeral, they will think there is food nearby, so they will circle in the sky looking for it, but..."

Zhao Si asked: "But?"

Master Zhao said: "This crow died here for no reason. There must be some mysterious force preventing it from coveting the body of the deceased."

Someone in the crowd said, "That must be Teacher Zhao. He must have done it."

Following this remark, others also started discussing the strange things that had happened to the Zhao family during this period of time.

Teacher Zhao was the most educated person in the village, so his death certainly attracted attention. It is said that after his death, strange things kept happening in his family. More than once, someone from the Zhao family reported that a coughing figure was seen walking around in the house late at night.

Now many people are saying that it is haunted. It seems that Teacher Zhao doesn't want to leave, so he is still wandering around in the world.

The rumor became more and more intense, and some people living nearby were afraid to live in their homes. But so far, no one has suggested moving.

"Bai Yao." Wang Qing asked in a low voice: "What do you think about this matter?"

Bai Yao asked: "What's the matter?"

"That's what they said... about the haunted place..."

Bai Yao smiled, "We are all leaving here today. Whether it is haunted or not, it has nothing to do with us."

Wang Qing thought so too. He was just an outsider. Any trouble caused by the locals should have nothing to do with him. Thinking of this, his eyes involuntarily looked at Fan Su.

Fan Su still looked dazed, with no reaction to the people or things around him. If someone said he was a fool, some people would definitely believe it.

But Wang Qing just felt that there was something wrong with this seemingly young man. In fact, he couldn't tell what was wrong with Fanshou. It was just an intuition, which was very mysterious.

After the funeral, the group came down the mountain in the drizzle.

The branches in the forest were shaking, and bean-sized drops of water were falling madly.

Fan Su had already put his arm around Bai Yao's waist and brought her to his side. The umbrella in his hand was tilted so that no extra water drops would fall on Bai Yao's head.

The others were caught unprepared and had their clothes soaked by the water droplets from the trees.

"That's...what's that?"

Everyone looked up and saw a large black flock of crows flying out from the woods. There were so many crows that it seemed as if they could cover the sky in front of them at any time.

It’s not that they haven’t seen crows before, they just haven’t seen so many crows.

Everyone was shocked by the scene before their eyes. Before they could react, the crows rushed down frantically, attacking the people below with their sharp claws and beaks.

People screamed and subconsciously protected their heads with their hands, waving whatever they had in their hands, trying to drive away the mad beasts.

A crow got the wrong direction and approached Bai Yao. The young man grabbed its neck with his hand. It struggled for a few times, but soon became motionless and fell to the ground.

Fan Su held the black umbrella in his hand and raised his eyes slightly. His sight fell on the colors of the crows, which had a stronger black. Today he was dressed in black again, except for his wife in a white dress who was in his arms, who became the only color embellishment on his body.

In an instant, the place where they stood became a vacuum zone, and no crow dared to wander around there anymore.

Some people were frightened by this unreasonable scene and screamed, "What on earth is going on with these birds!"

Master Zhao had several scars on his body and was frantically trying to dodge, so he obviously had no time to answer this question.

The expressions of the brother and sister Zhao Si and Zhao Shi were very strange. Before, when they saw a crow dead on the coffin, they kept calling out for their father sadly. But now, there was surprise and panic in their expressions, and they were very confused.

The group of people fled down the mountain in a panic under the attack of crows. If they felt that Teacher Zhao's death was weird before, now each of them was shrouded in a creepy atmosphere.

"Have there been more and more weird things happening in the village in recent years?"

"I don't even dare to turn off the lights when I go to bed at night."

"What should I do? Do you think there is really a ghost here?"