Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

The deeper you go into the isolated village, the dimmer the light becomes.

Xie Qiushi looked up at the dark clouds with one hand behind his back, his expression was not very good.

He walked forward along the path buried in withered grass, and within a dozen steps, he saw graves, large or small, all over the slope—unlike the mass graves, the graves on this slope of the dead were lined up neatly by household. Occasionally there are tombstones on a few graves, but the words on the monuments are unclear, and most of them only have one surname.

Master Xie lowered his head, picked up a piece of grave soil, looked at it in front of his eyes, shook it away again, and thought: "They were all buried at the same time, and it has been nearly a hundred years ago..."

While wandering, a gust of cool wind blew by, Xie Qiushi shivered.

The tall grass swayed, the dead branches rustled, and with a "click", his foot was heavy, as if he had bumped into something.

"Amitabha." Xie Qiushi stiffened his back, pulled the beads around his neck, and said repeatedly, "Heaven has the virtue of good life, and heaven has the virtue of good life."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced towards his feet, but only saw a leftover peach pit, which was hitting the upper of the shoe and whirling around.

Xie Qiushi breathed a long sigh of relief, and walked towards the direction where the peach pit rolled.

Before he had taken two steps, his feet suddenly stopped, and he took a light leap to hide behind the tree.

Not long after, two women, wearing bamboo hats and carrying bamboo baskets, swayed over. They were the left and right protectors who had just shown themselves in the Fox Fairy Temple.

"Yuan Xin," one of them said in a low voice, "Why is this place so dirty again, it was only cleaned yesterday."

Yuan Xin said: "The group of things come and trample every night, so it's no wonder if it's not dirty...Have you reported this to the leader? How will you answer?"

"No news." Peng Tian sighed, "Something went wrong in the teaching."

Yuan anxiously said: "I think so too, tell me, should we go back and have a look? There is a senior sister guarding here..."

"If there is an urgent matter in the church, we will definitely be called back." Peng Tian shook his head and said, "Now that group of things are screaming every night, although they use the name of the fox fairy to prevaricate for a while, it is not a long-term solution...We will continue as usual Come here to worship, if there is any abnormality, it is better to deal with it in time."

"Okay!" Yuan Xin hurriedly replied, put down the bamboo basket, took a dustpan, and began to sweep carefully, "Sister Pengtian, tell me, what kind of people are buried in these graves, we need the leader to let us Do you clean it yourself every day?"

"Hush -- don't say more." Peng Tian waved his hands again and again, and lowered his voice, "I only heard that it was an order from the fairy, and I can't guess any more!"

Yuan Xin smiled and said, "I guess it's probably a man."

Ershu cleaned for a while, lit the incense, and then drifted away again.

As soon as the two of them left, Xie Qiushi turned around from behind the tree, followed the shallow footprints of the woman, and went around behind the slope of the dead man.

"The instigator couldn't figure out the cries of ghosts and foxes." Sect Leader Xie thought, "It's weird, it's weird."

While secretly marveling at himself, he moved his feet slowly, followed the footprints for another ten meters, and saw a newly built fence. The moment he went around the fence and turned down from the top of the slope, his eyes suddenly opened up.

Under the withered grass of the spooky tomb, there is a white marble stone step. Under the [-] steps, there are dozens of camellias, with shiny veins and swaying branches.

Although it was not the flowering season, these camellias were growing very verdant. However, Xie Qiushi didn't care to appreciate the flowers. He stared straight at the tombstone among the flowers that had just offered incense, and counted secretly with his fingers: "One, two, Three... eleven, twelve... thirteen, thirteen tombstones."

He walked back and forth for a few steps, rubbed the center of his brows, suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, subconsciously clapped his hands, made a formula, and shouted: "Ling Jian!"

A puff of blue smoke exploded, and the half-human, half-ghost old servant appeared in the air, with watery glints in his eyes, his dry orange-like wrinkled skin quickly twisted, and unfolded again: "Young master, my servant is here. "

Master Xie wondered, "If you try it casually, can you really be called here?"

The steward made a deep bow: "What is the order of the young master?"

Xie Qiushi raised his lips and snorted, "Help me dig these graves."

Ling Guanshi was taken aback: "This..."

"how?"

The steward Ling hurriedly shook his head: "Master, wait a moment."

Only then did Xie Qiushi smile with satisfaction, and swayed aside with folded arms, kicking the fruit stones on the ground for a while, and fiddled with the branches and leaves of the camellia for a while: "Ling Jian, let me ask you, do you know that these are Whose grave?"

The steward was taken aback: "Back to young master, this servant hasn't left Meng Bieyuan for many years..."

"Yemeng Bieyuan?" Xie Qiushi raised his head and said, "Yan Chicheng's yard?"

"... Exactly." Ling Guanshi said, "The ghost clan has been slaughtered, and the half-human, half-ghost servants should have died under the killing fan... Fortunately, the immortal king left behind A trace of remnant soul is in Yemeng Bieyuan, thanks to the blessing of this remnant soul, the servant can survive till now."

"Huh?" Xie Qiushi smiled blankly, "I can't tell, he still has a kind heart."

The steward Ling pulled out a camellia in silence, and said after a long time, "It may not be because of a good heart, maybe it's because of a little nostalgia for the world."

The author says:

There is something temporary, I wrote less, and I will add one more tomorrow