C1 Evil Spirits Snatching Corpses(1)

It was late at night, and deep in the mountains, there were still a few barks coming from the village, which made the scene even more bizarre.

In the desolate land covered in withered grass, a dark figure was squatting. There was a brazier in front of that person, and a stack of paper money was burning in the dirty and broken brazier.

"There is a head of injustice, and there is a head of debt. Young man, you must not look for me. " It's not my fault. If you want to look for me, you should look for those people who killed you. Please don't look for me... "

Suddenly, a gust of chilly wind blew over, blowing the fire in the basin several feet high. That person was so scared that he fell backwards and sat on the ground with both hands on the ground.

The mountain had not been reclaimed for decades. The mud on the ground was so hard that it hurt his hands. The man was in pain. He quickly raised his hand and wiped the mud on the sleeve of his coat. He wiped the mud off the ground.

Old Liu was almost fifty-nine years old. He had lived for more than half of his life. Although he had done some bad things, the impact was not bad. Why did he have to encounter such a thing?

A few days ago, Old Liu wanted to go up the mountain and cut some herbs to make soup. Who would have thought that he would see someone lying on the ground halfway? Not moving at all.

The person's long black hair was loose and a little messy. He wore a black robe embroidered with golden silk. The silk was good, the lines were exquisite, and the workmanship was also exquisite.

The old man thought, could it be that this person fainted? Or did he fall asleep on the ground? After thinking for a long time, he was still unable to figure it out, so Old Liu simply walked forward to investigate.

When he saw it, he nearly scared half of his life away. How could this person be asleep! This person was clearly dead. His body was stiff and cold. He did not even have a breath left. His face was covered in blood and his body was covered in wounds. He looked really scary.

But looking at his clothes and handsome appearance, he should be the young master of some big family, right? Why did he die in this deep forest?

The old man felt pity for this young man for a long time. When he went back, he did not dare to tell the villagers and his old partners, afraid that they would say bad things.

The next day, the old man went up the mountain with a hoe and shovel. He dug for two days and two nights before he finally dug out a large pit that was about two meters deep. The wall of the pit was also wide.

The land on the mountain was very hard. The hoe was dug into the stone before the hoe was halfway dug out. It almost broke his hoe. Plus, the old man was old, so it took him some effort.

For the past two days, the old man went out in the morning and went home at night. He brought lunch to the mountain to eat. The young man who had died on the side had died for an unknown period of time. There were no maggots on his body, and his body was in good condition. The old man even suspected that this person was not dead.

The old man stuffed the sweet potato in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it after chewing a few times. Then, he slowly walked up and carefully reached out his hand to check the young master's breath. There was no breath at all.

The old man mustered his courage to get closer and touched the young master's pulse. He did not jump at all. He was definitely dead!

The old man heaved a sigh of relief. He blamed himself for thinking too much. Hurry up and bury him!

The old man took out a new mat from his house and placed it in the pit. It was flat and flat, and he even smoothened it with his hands. He picked up a few pieces of broken stones in the pit, turned around, and dragged the young man's feet onto the mat. The straw mat reflected the fire, and it was sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

"This mat was bought by my daughter-in-law. She didn't even want to use it. I'll give it to you, old man. You can make do with it! I don't have that much money to buy you a good coffin. Look, you're the son of a rich family, if your family comes looking for you... I'll immediately tell them that you're here and ask them to bring you back. When the time comes, they'll choose a good grave for you and buy you a good coffin. "

The more he looked at the corpse, the more numb the old man's heart became. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and quickly buried the young man with a shovel. He even found a big stone to erect a monument for him.

The old man was also illiterate. He picked up a stone and drew three circles on the monument to mark it. It was also considered a monument. A cold wind blew on his face, making it seem as if frost was covering his face.

It was almost cold. Before the snow had even fallen, it was already cold to the point of freezing his hands. The cries of the ravens sounded in the woods beside him. In the dark night, it was strange and terrifying. After the old man finished burning the paper money, he suddenly heard some movement in the ground. He swallowed his saliva and subconsciously took a few steps back. Don't be so strange...

Before the old man could finish thinking, a hand covered in blood broke out of the ground and grabbed the old man's feet.

The old man was frightened, "Wow!" The old man turned around and wanted to run, but his foot was firmly grabbed by the man.

"Young man! Just let me go! I am just an old farmer! You reveal your corpse in the wilderness. "I buried you because I saw that you were pitiful. I didn't kill you!"

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. The woods were pressed down. The cold wind flipped the brazier over. Smoke and dust flew all over the place.

"Young man! You can't do that!"

That black and dirty hand pulled half of the old man's leg into the mud, as if it wanted to pull him down completely before letting it go.

The old man desperately tried to break free, but the more he struggled, the faster he sank. Thinking of his old partner and his three-year-old grandson, the old man's tears began to flow out.

"Wuwuwu! Wuwuwu! I shouldn't have cared about you! What sin! What sins have I committed! Wuwuwu! "Wuwuwu!"

The sound of crying woke up the black-robed man who was resting on the tree. He yawned casually and stretched lazily. Then he easily jumped down and landed smoothly. The small gourd on his waist only shook slightly.

"Elder, you can't say that!"