Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

He looked at it for a while, sighed, and thought that he must have found the wrong one, so he continued to search along those grave bags.

After searching for several times, I couldn't find the tomb with "Yu" engraved on the stele.

Weird.

Yu Sheng went round and round, but still returned to the large and small graves.

He stared at the small stele, wondering if the person who carved the stele made a mistake?

This is also uncertain, because all the villagers died in the fire, so they can only rely on the remaining rosters in the village and ask people from other nearby villages to find out their names and who will match them one by one.

Just as he was thinking, an old man with gray hair came by, holding a sack and a sickle in his hand.

Seeing someone standing in the cemetery, he walked over slowly, with a hoarse voice: "Poor thing—this is the Yu family's tomb... The youngest son of this family, only six or seven years old, was burned to death by the fire."

"you are……?"

"I'm the gravekeeper here."

Yu Sheng tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and didn't speak.

"Are there any other graves with the surname Yu here? They buried a couple and a girl about ten years old."

The old man is probably very old, he is bowed, his eyes are a little cloudy, but his body is still healthy.

"How can there be any other Yu family? This is the only family in this area. Oops, the fire was the worst. I don't know what evil caused it. Fortunately, the little boy of this family escaped. I heard that there is already a Great supernatural powers, alas—pitiful, maybe this is also retribution..." He said, leaning down, using a sickle to cut the dry grass on the ground, and stuffing it into the sack.

"Retribution? Why do you say that?"

The old man stopped mowing the grass, raised his head and glanced at Yu Sheng: "Young man, where are you from?"

"Passing by."

"How dare you come to this famous haunted place when you pass by?"

"Haunted?" Yu Sheng glanced at the cemetery. There was neither yin nor resentment. Although Feng Shui is not very good, it doesn't seem like a place that breeds evil.

The old man threw down the sickle and went to pull the grass growing on the grave with his bare hands. His voice was a bit smug: "No, it has been passed down for decades. No one dares to come to this place except me!"

"Why are there rumors of being haunted?"

"Be timid!" The old man pulled up a dead grass with all his strength, breathed a sigh of relief, and exhaled a white mist. He rubbed his hands, and the palms were covered with calluses: "People from Hujia Village are buried here, and the village used to be here. At the back of the hillside, a fire burned down the village, only a child who was born to be a lonely star escaped, and the people around were afraid that the child would be around again, so they all moved away."

"Later, someone passed by this cemetery and saw a white shadow floating in it from a distance, and was so frightened that he never dared to come over again—what's the matter, young man? Are you scared too?"

Yu Sheng stared straight at the damaged tombstone, his face turned blue: "Do they think it was the kid who escaped who killed the villagers?"

"Hey, it's all guesswork, but that thing is really evil. A dozen people were killed overnight. That child is also pitiful. He has been said to be a ghost since he was a child, and he is the lone star of the gods." My mother didn't want him, so I gave him to Yu's couple, I don't know how much, I don't even have a cotton coat in winter, and I run barefoot on the street every day."

"That kid Yu Gui was even worse. He bullied that kid all day long and beat him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. The kid went to complain to the couple, but which couple wouldn't kiss their son? As time passed, that kid also I stopped talking, looked at the gloomy eyes all day long, and didn't know what I was thinking... Sigh, if you want me to say that this is all retribution—"

"What's that kid's name?" Yu Sheng asked calmly.

"It seems to be a single name with the word 'sheng'?"

"Where did you hear the story?"

"Story?" The old man looked at him in surprise, and then laughed twice: "I used to live on the other side of the hillside in this village, and I have seen the poor little baby of the Yu family several times. My hands are black and purple from the cold, people, it’s better to be kind..."

The old man stood up on his knees, picked up the sickle on the ground, and was going to clear the weeds in other places. He muttered as he walked, "It's strange, why hasn't that person come this year?"

Yu Sheng frowned, not even the light and shadow in his dark eyes: "Who?"

"You don't know him, he is an incredible person." The old man mowed the weeds again, his movements were neat: "When I was young, when I was cutting firewood, I passed by here, and I saw a very conspicuous white shadow moving here from a long distance. At that time, there had been rumors of hauntings for a long time. I was watching that shadow floating around in the cemetery. I was afraid and curious at the same time, so I put down the firewood and moved there secretly..."

The middle-aged man who had just finished cutting firewood and went down the mountain stood behind the bushes, poked his head out cautiously, and looked at the flat ground not far away.

There are more than a dozen large and small graves standing on the flat ground, and the pale tombstones seem to be emitting a cold light under the faint sunlight of the cloudy day.

A figure so white that it seemed to be glowing stood between the tombs, with long black hair hanging on the thin back, and no face could be seen.

The strong man swallowed, and tried to move forward lightly.

The sound of a branch breaking suddenly resounded under his feet, which startled the young man, who dared not move.He looked down, moved his feet slightly, and when he raised his head again, he found that the white shadow had disappeared.

The glance he lowered his head didn't even take half a breath, but the white figure disappeared in that instant, without even making a sound.

The middle-aged man really panicked at this moment. There is endless flat land all around, only the tomb in front and the grove behind him are still a little sheltered. Where will that white shadow hide?

I don't know what thought crossed his mind, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his mouth was half-opened, his face was pale, he turned his head slowly, and looked behind him.

The woods were empty, and there were a few sparrows jumping on the ground.

The middle-aged man's heart was up and down, and his legs almost gave way, he staggered a few steps before regaining his footing, and then when he raised his head, the white shadow appeared again.

The white figure was much shorter than before, and seemed to be moving. The man sneaked around a few steps to the side, only to realize that it seemed to be a squatting person, and judging from the figure, it seemed to be a man.

The man was squatting in front of a grave, just now that angle was just blocked by the tombstone and the grave, and it seemed to have disappeared.But the prime of life still did not dare to pass.

He looked at it for a while, and found that the man was squatting in front of the grave, and was weeding the grave that was covered with weeds. The weeds were in the season of crazily growing, and they had already reached the knees of the man, and there were many burrs on them. If he was not careful, he might have cut off his hand, but he didn't even need a farm tool, and just pulled out one by one with his bare hands.

It turned out to be a human...

The middle-aged man finally calmed down, wondering if this is a distant relative of any villager?He got out of the forest and walked there. The man in white seemed to be pulling weeds sparsely and laboriously. His clothes were spotless and luxurious, and he looked rich.

Could it be that the child of some family has a great future when he goes out, but when he comes back...

The mature man shook his head, and walked over: "I have suffered such a catastrophe, the young man is so sad——"

As he said that, he saw the handsome face of that person like a fairy, and his mind went blank for a moment, wondering if it was a man or a woman...

No, there is no one in the mortal world who can grow up like this, this is really a ghost, a ghost——

He took two steps back in horror, and saw the man pulled out a few weeds, took out his handkerchief, and wiped his bright red palms. The snow-white handkerchief was immediately stained red.

On the palm and five fingers, there are many traces of being cut by the grass front.

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