Chapter 287 Dog Cries at the Grave

I hurriedly walked to the side of the second scoundrel and repeated sharply: "Hurry, repent of your original crime!"

As if possessed by an evil spirit, the second-rate boy got up and walked into the old cemetery step by step, looking for something everywhere with his eyes wide open.

We followed behind. At night in this season, the place still felt chilly.

He suddenly stopped and stared at a big tree. Looking at it, he knelt on the ground with a thud, howled loudly, and kowtowed.

"Little sister, I was wrong! I really...I regret it so much! I've had nightmares every day for these years, and I haven't had a solid night's sleep! I'm really sorry for you!"

"If you hate me, just kill me. Please, don't torture me!"

I felt sad in my heart, as if I had seen a delicate female worker in white walking through the village at night more than ten years ago, and met the mistress.

Seeing that there was no one on the mountain road, the second-rate man was so bold that he threatened her with a knife and then dragged her into a place where no one dared to come. In front of this big tree, he committed the crime.

Beastiality brought Zhang Ping a tragic life.

Later, Zhang Ping went to work in a waterworks, and met the beastly factory manager. She was beaten by the factory manager's wife as a mistress, and even took off her clothes and paraded in the street. After the continuous blows, she couldn't think of anything and committed suicide.

In the middle of shouting, I glared at him and said sternly, "Shut up!"

"It's you!"

After we climbed up the slope, we looked at the huge black dog from a distance, sitting on the grave and crying. The voice was extremely sad and hoarse in the end, but the sound of a big black dog crying with a sharp voice was just like that.

Not to mention infiltrating too many people.

I interrupted him rudely.

I turned my head and asked Zhang Dashan who was following me.

Zhang Ping contained a sense of hatred and said coldly, "Get out!"

As the talisman burned out, Zhang Ping's body slowly disappeared and became transparent. She turned her body, took one last longing look at this world, and then closed her eyes.

I frowned. There is a saying that the weather in Mao Yueliang means that the yin is strong and the yang is weak. It is best not to go out and walk around at night to avoid bumping into something unclean.

Even though it was already dark, you could still see that he was so frightened that his face turned pale. When he suddenly heard what I said, he shivered with fright and said tremblingly: "Yes, it's our village chief's house. He...his daughter-in-law's house."

grave."

"Don't look back, otherwise... you will die."

I concentrated on alert and followed the sound. After bypassing the ancestral hall, the deep whimpering became louder and clearer.

I looked at the figure who was stumbling around in a panic, and murmured in a low voice, "Have you made up your mind?"

Zhang Dashan also followed me into the village. Although I was unhappy, I didn't say anything.

And why is it buried here?

Just behind the village?

These words were not spoken by me, but by Zhang Ping, who was standing behind him, with gloomy words.

When things happen, there will be monsters.

In fact, when I saw the scene in front of me, I was also frightened, but I was more shocked, and my mind was filled with the fables told to me by the ghost fisherman.

But after hearing what he said, I frowned and said, "Why not bury it in the ancestral grave!?"

Zhang Dashan felt a little embarrassed when he spoke. I wonder if it was because he saw the big black dog crying in front of the new tomb.

Zhang Dashan couldn't bear his temper and followed me as if he had some evil intentions. He asked me where I came from and why I came to the village to find the second-rate man.

He quickly covered his mouth and was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his face.

I didn't take care of it, but when I passed the ancestral hall in the village, I stretched out my hand to stop him from continuing. At this moment, my expression became nervous.

I smiled and said, "I'll give you one last ride!"

The tomb looked like it had new soil, probably within two months, and there were still banners hanging on it, but for some reason, that tomb looked unusual.

I looked up and found that today's moon was not as round as last night, but it had burrs.

Er Laizi was shaking all over. I heard it, and so did he. After kneeling on the ground for a long time, he slowly gathered the courage to turn around.

I said calmly, "What does it have to do with you?"

At this time, after I climbed up the slope, I saw a new grave standing in the wasteland not far behind the village. In front of the new grave, a big black dog sat in front of the grave and let out a snarl.

A low whimper.

When I saw the big black dog crying in the grave, my heart skipped a beat.

Zhang Dashan laughed twice and said, "I saw the second-rate guy passing by here just now, and soon he came back like he was mentally disturbed. I was a little curious, what did you say to him? He was crazy.

Same thing."

The grave was buried right behind the village. Although I couldn't tell what taboo it was, being so close reminded me of the terrible custom in Hualong Village.

The cry didn't sound like a living person at all, and it came from behind the village. I followed the path and climbed over a slope.

I nodded, which meant that she had let go of the last bit of obsession in her heart, because a resentful soul full of resentment could not say such words.

Mao Yue.

I stared at him with squinted eyes, wondering why he suddenly appeared here.

I watched her until she disappeared under the tree, sighed in my heart, turned around and left.

"You go."

After saying that, I walked around and walked along the path. After walking a few steps forward, I felt something was wrong.

Black dog cries in the grave!

"Ah!" Zhang Dashan screamed.

At this time, Er Laizi had confessed his mistake from the bottom of his heart, and Zhang Ping's last grievance should have been resolved.

At this time, Zhang Dashan actually came over. I frowned in disgust, but didn't say anything. But as I climbed up the slope, I immediately saw the source of the sound.

"Excuse me," she said quietly. I took out the yellow paper and pen from the cloth bag, wrote down her name and birthday, and then lit the talisman paper.

Zhang Ping's voice has recovered, "It is better to let a person live full of fear and remorse than to commit sin in vain and let him die in vain."

But when I was walking back and before I entered the village, a figure suddenly appeared on the road. I took a closer look and found that this person was actually Zhang Dashan.

At this moment, I saw that Zhang Ping's body seemed to be much lighter and more transparent.

Zhang Dashan's mood was affected by me, and he quickly asked me in a low voice what was going on.

The origin of Zhang Ping's tragic life happened here, under this tree.

The second-rate man is not a good person, but Zhang Dashan doesn't look like a good person either, with a sinister look.

Listening carefully, I suddenly heard a low whimpering sound. This kind of creepy whimpering sound did not seem to come from a human being, and the hair on the head stood on end.

"Do not talk!"

The second-rate boy shuddered, muttered something in his mouth, kowtowed three times fiercely, got up, turned around, and ran towards the cemetery path.

"Is this grave in your village?"

It is now past seven or eight o'clock in the evening. Although it is still early, the whole village is quiet. At first glance, it is dark and dim. There are only old houses standing in the village, like monsters.

"Man and ghost live together, and the dead never leave the village."

Moreover, there are ancestral tombs in this village. The tomb that Er Laizi brought there at the beginning should be the ancestral tombs of the village. In fact, almost every village in our area has ancestral tombs.

Generally, the dead people in the village will be buried in their ancestors' graves.

Zhang Dashan was so frightened that he shuddered and said in a less timid voice: "You... you don't know, the village chief's daughter-in-law, she... she died... violently."
Chapter completed!