[Outside the small window: The main reason for moving the grave is my grandfather's filial piety. I want my great-grandfather and great-grandmother to bury them together, but the grave was razed to the ground and even bones could not be found. Naturally, my grandfather couldn't move it. With a headache, he found a master who didn't know where it was and asked, what should I do? After hearing this, the master asked my grandfather to use the bed sheets that my great-grandfather had slept on and covered the place where my great-grandfather's grave, saying that he would use the bed sheets to fill it with a handful of soil and call my great-grandfather's name while he was placing it. At that time, the great-grandfather's soul would naturally follow my grandfather.]

Fang Shanshui looked a little strange when he saw this. This is a really simple method of relocating graves. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t work, but it’s definitely not something that ordinary people can succeed, and it’s easy to get accidents.

[Outside the small window: My grandfather did as he did, and used the bed sheet to hold the soil, called my great-grandfather's name, and returned to the place where my great-grandmother was buried. The place where my great-grandmother was buried was also seen by the Feng Shui master, saying it was a good place to have a prosperous son and grandchildren.]

Fang Shanshui almost understood what the problem was, and sent a message to ask outside the window: "Did you catch the wrong person when you moved the grave?"

[Outside the window: It seems that it is not wrong to catch it, but...]

...

Since Xiong Jianjun moved his father's grave, he has been thinking about this in his heart and always feels that something is wrong.

One day, Xiong Jianjun had a dream. In the dream, he was walking home. He vaguely remembered that he was going to see his father. He went down the field to find someone. He saw two figures from afar, such as his father and his third sister.

"Dad, third sister." Xiong Jianjun shouted from afar and ran over.

When he got closer, Xiong Jianjun suddenly realized that the person who looked like his father was not his father. Although his father had passed away for a long time, he still remembered that his father was a tall man. He was a short man in front of him, with a different face. He had a round face. Although he was short, his face was full of flesh and eyes, and he didn't look like a good person.

Xiong Jianjun hesitated for a while, took two steps back and called the woman in red in front of him: "Sister Three?"

The woman in red heard the sound and turned her head.

Xiong Jianjun was shocked. The woman was not his third sister, but a stranger.

Not only that, the woman's expression was also very terrifying. She stood there gloomy and watched Xiong Jianjun, making Xiong Jianjun's hair stand on.

"Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

Xiong Jianjun apologized and turned his head and left quickly. He did not look back, but he always felt the sight of the man and the woman behind him, as if he had been staring at him. Xiong Jianjun had a cold back and his feet were unstable. As he ran, he sprained his feet and woke up from his dream with cold sweat.

...

After having such a strange dream, he felt something was wrong no matter how he thought about it. Xiong Jianjun went to find his younger brother Xiong Aiguo who moved his grave with him.

Xiong Aiguo lives in the countryside, which is not far from where his parents are buried now, and it is convenient for them to sweep and worship for a few days.

Xiong Jianjun and Xiong Aiguo went to the ground to see their parents' graves. While walking, Xiong Jianjun talked about his strange dream and started talking to his younger brother.

But unexpectedly, before Xiong Aiguo finished listening to him, he immediately asked back: "Is the man you dreamed of having a small flat head, a round face, and a short one?"

Xiong Jianjun was surprised when he heard this. He didn't say what the man looked like, "How do you know?"

Xiong Aiguo's face was very strange and he whispered: "Because I dreamed too. Brother, did you think it was our parents who asked us for help?"

Xiong Jianjun was surprised: "What did you dream of? The same dream as me?"

Xiong Aiguo shook his head: "No, but it's almost the same. I dreamed a few days ago that I was going home. As soon as the door opened, our mother was sitting in the main hall crying..."

...

Xiong Aiguo dreamed that he had returned to his hometown, which was the kind of big house they lived in when they were young.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his mother sitting in the main hall crying. Xiong Aiguo couldn't help but say wonderingly: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? What's wrong?"

My mother cried and looked up, but before she could speak, someone suddenly came in outside the house.

As soon as the man came in, his mother immediately lowered her head and stopped talking.

Xiong Aiguo looked back and saw a man with a fierce face in his face. When Xiong Aiguo saw the man walking into his house carelessly, he looked like he was entering the house and treated it as his territory. He immediately shouted dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? What are you doing in my house?"

The man said without hesitation: "This is my home, it's not your turn to ask who I am. Get out of here."

As he said that, the man pushed Xiong Jianjun aside. Xiong Aiguo felt that he seemed very light. When the man lifted him up, he almost staggered out of the house until he grabbed the door of the house and stopped his body.

Xiong Aiguo was confused: "I won't leave, please make it clear. This is obviously my home, how come it has become yours? My mother is still sitting in my main hall. Mom, who is this person? Where is my dad?"

The mother in the main room did not look up, but when the man was facing Xiong Aiguo, she suddenly pointed to the table in the room.

Xiong Aiguo was confused and wanted to ask again. The man was impatient and pushed him.

While pushing, Xiong Aiguo looked into the room again and suddenly found that the table his mother had just pointed at him, one foot of the table seemed to have turned into a human hand. Xiong Aiguo was shocked and loosened his hand, and the man seemed to be pushed back. One of the people was weightless and woke up from the bed.

...

Xiong Jianjun and Xiong Aiguo both made up their dreams and were speechless.

After a while, Xiong Jianjun said, "We have caught the wrong person with the soil, right? We have captured some lonely ghosts and buried them in our cemetery?"

Xiong Aiguo looked strange and recalled his dreams and woke up: "I think we didn't catch the wrong ones, but we caught too many. In the dream, I asked our mother, where is our father? She was referring to the house and the table that finally turned into a man's hand. That wouldn't be... our father?"

Xiong Aiguo and Xiong Jianjun looked at each other.

Xiong Jianjun sighed: "What should I do?"

Xiong Aiguo frowned: "We have to think of a way to get rid of these messy things. We can't stay in our cemetery and bully our two elders."

Xiong Jianjun was a little pessimistic: "What if I can't get it away?"

Xiong Aiguo looked fierce: "If you can't get rid of it, just kill them! I don't believe it. I can't find one or two Taoist priests who can kill ghosts."

The place where the two of them talked was not far from the cemetery. Not long after they finished speaking, they arrived at the ground.

After placing something for the two elders to visit the graves, Xiong Jianjun and Xiong Aiguo left, hoping to find a way to rectify the problem.

...

Fang Shanshui was looking at his phone, and the phone kept beating, and paragraphs of text kept coming from the screen.

The figure master on his shoulder glanced at Fang Shanshui's cell phone, and lost interest. He continued to shake his little white banner and shook a pile of black cotton wool.

Recently, the figure master's interest in marshmallows has decreased and he has become less and less. He seems to be picky about the taste. He even occasionally sends the white banner to his own silence, so that he can take the white banner to play with him and not appear in his sight.

Of course, the figure master's sight is basically equivalent to Fang Shanshui's sight.

At this moment, the bored figure master blew the black cotton wool that had been shaken onto his body.

The black cotton wool wrapped the sacrificial body in a ball, and gradually, the sacrificial body was wrapped in a ball, with hands and feet wrapped inside.

He looked at the figure master with a confused look on his face. The red eyes, which were exactly the same as the figure master, were soon covered with black cotton wool, and his head and face were wrapped in a ball together, as if it had become a huge round black wool ball.

The figure master was still blowing cotton wool, and the cotton wool fell on the ball of wool, wrapping it bigger and stronger, and wrapping it so much that it was completely lost.

The figure master tilted his head and looked at the moving ball of yarn, stretched out a tiny finger, and gently pushed it, and immediately rolled down from the table.

Gululu...bang...gululululu...

When Fang Shanshui, who was looking at his phone, looked back, the black wool ball where he lived was rolling away from his sight. He only saw the figure master looking up at him with an innocent look on his face.

Fang Shanshui looked around and didn't think of stooling. After all, he would occasionally be sent by the figure master to play in the past two days, but he would often disappear.

Fang Shanshui: "Master, what are you doing?"

The figure master held his little white flag and shook his head, as if he was seriously answering Fang Shanshui, he was not doing anything.

Fang Shanshui looked around again, and saw that there was nothing unusual, so he continued to look at his phone.

The dream ghosts mentioned outside the small window did not seem to be good at it. Outside the small window, he just said that his grandfather and second master had that conversation not far from the grave.

This made Fang Shanshui feel that something had happened outside the small window at home.

Sure enough, a long list of texts was sent out outside the small window where the message had not been sent for nearly half a minute.

[Outside the small window: When my uncle was playing mahjong a few days ago, his blood vessel suddenly broke and he died shortly after he was sent to the hospital. The doctor said that my uncle's blood vessels were too crisp and he tore it from the back of his neck to his back. It was torn nearly 30 centimeters, and it was impossible to treat it. Our family was very sad, and grandpa and grandma were even older. No one thought much at that time, but last night... Last night it was my uncle's first seventh year. The coffin was brought and put it in the coffin. When the coffin was lid, my breasts fainted from crying. After we pinched the human head and woke her up, she was very strange...]

...

"Wake up!"

Zhao Nanping opened her eyes, but her eyes were constantly circling strangely, as if she was sweeping over the faces of the whole family surrounding her, but her eyes were very strange, as if she didn't recognize any of them.

Even her eyes didn't seem to be here, but somewhere else.

The people around him saw that something seemed wrong, and they couldn't help feeling scared and asked in a verbal way.

"Milk, what's wrong with you?"

"Sister, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Nanping's eyes were fluttering, and she said in a strange and dull voice: "I'm having fun."

Xiong Jianjun's morale was also hanging up and said, "Nanping, stop playing, a pair of things are waiting for you, come back quickly!"

"I'll play for a while." Zhao Nanping replied, her eyes still fluttering, and her eyes were floating around on her somewhat old face, as if she was looking at everyone, but it seemed that no one was looking at her.

Sister Zhao Nanping asked: "Sister, where are you now?"

When Zhao Nanping heard this, her eyes opened, her head twisted, her eyes turned around, and she looked around, as if she was looking at the nearby geographical location. The people around her couldn't help but let go, and then she heard her say, "I'm by a small river."

"What are you doing by the river?"

Zhao Nanping's eyes were fluttering: "Someone pulled me to play."

Xiong Jianjun and others who were surrounding Zhao Nanping became more and more wrong as they heard it, and they cursed: "Who are you? Don't bother my wife, leave quickly!"

When Xiong Jianjun shouted, Zhao Nanping's floating eyes suddenly changed, as if she had changed another person.

Sister Zhao Nanping asked hurriedly: "Sister, do you still know us?"

Zhao Nanping's eyes rolled: "I don't know."

Xiong Jianjun said angrily: "I don't know what you are doing in my house! What do you want to do?"

Zhao Nanping didn't say anything, but didn't leave. She had a strange look on her face, as if she was happy, not happy, not smiling, not smiling, and her eyes kept turning, sweeping across everyone's face, as if she wanted to write down everyone's faces one by one.
To be continued...