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Chapter 374 Ghost Shadow

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    After leaving the police station, Lao Shi asked me where I was going. I hesitated and said I should go to the cemetery first.

    As I walked, I calculated the time. According to the death registration at the police station, there were still three days before the old man¡¯s third anniversary. In other words, within three days, I had to find his son and take him to the cemetery, otherwise his wish would be lost.  Failed!

    Lao Shi and I both changed into black clothes and bought a bouquet of chrysanthemums at the flower shop.  As for the incense and paper money, there is no need for them, because the old man is about to reincarnate, and such things are meaningless.

    It was noon when we arrived at the cemetery.

    There is actually a particular time for visiting the graves, which is called "early Qingming Festival, late Zhongyuan Festival, and three days of burning before the New Year." Of course, this is the time for relatives to visit the graves. For the old man, we are strangers, so it is best for strangers to enter other people's graveyards.  A good time is noon, which is generally three quarters to noon.

    At this time, the yang energy is at its strongest and all souls rest in peace. Strangers come to visit to avoid surprising others and avoiding bad luck for yourself.

    The cemetery is deserted, except for a few noisy old birds, there is no one around!

    This area is the old cemetery of Yuncheng. If you take a quick look, you will see that they are densely packed with large and small stone tablets, at least tens of thousands of them.  The earliest tombs are from the Republic of China, and of course some of them are still covered with flowers, indicating that they were not dead for a few days.

    After searching for a long time, I finally found the old man¡¯s grave.

    To be honest, the old man¡¯s tomb is not simple, it is rather luxurious and solemn.  The name of the deceased is engraved with gold powder on the white marble tombstone.  The tombstone is also engraved with the pattern of a straight yellow crane flying into the clouds. Compared with the others next to it, it can be seen that the owner has an identity.

    However, since it was buried by the community, why was it so grand?

    I looked carefully and found that there was nothing in the incense bowl in front of the tomb except a little mud.  There were no bouquets or traces of wine around, which showed that no one had visited the old man for a long time!

    Lao Shi and I bowed to the old man seriously, presented the flowers we brought, and explained our purpose of coming!

    After finishing the work, they opened the parasols they had prepared long ago and covered the entire tomb niche. When the time came, they both bent down and lifted up the cover of the stone niche under the tombstone.

    I leaned over and took a look. Well, the stone niche containing the urn that was supposed to be sealed was actually filled with rainwater for a while. There was still sediment at the bottom of the water. The water was turbid and exuded a smell of rotting water. A pair of wooden urns.  Soaking in it.  The reason was that there was a crack in the marble cover, and water seeped in along the stone slab.

    Lao Shi couldn¡¯t help but frowned and whispered: ¡°I raise a son to protect myself from old age. My parents live in shady places. With such a depression, my son deserves to die!¡±

    I snorted softly and glared at Lao Shi. After all, I still don¡¯t know what happened. Besides, even if I have something to say, it doesn¡¯t make sense to say it in front of the old man!

    Old Shi knew he had made a mistake, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.

    I rolled up my sleeves, took out the dirty water from the stone niche, and wiped the urn carefully.  At this time, Lao Shi called the tomb management office, and the masons there sent over new slates, which Lao Shi and I immediately replaced.

    After leaving the cemetery, Lao Shi scolded: "If this old man really has a son, he is nothing. Has he not visited the grave in the past three years?"

    "Hey, Xiaoxiaohuo, aren't you looking for it? Besides, do you think this old man is blaming his son? Absolutely not. There is an ancient saying that if the Yin house is flooded and the Yang person is killed, he is worried that his Yin house will be damaged.  , what hardships will my son suffer in the human world!"

    "Oh, what a pity the hearts of parents in the world!" Lao Shi couldn't bear to see others not cherishing family affection, and he looked bitter and resentful.

    "Don't worry, let's go to the Yangzhai to have a look. If that house is really haunted, then there must be someone else, no, there must be another ghost!"

    "What? Do you think it's not the old man who's causing trouble in the old house?" Lao Shi asked.

    "Of course not. It's very simple. 'There is no home in the world for the resting place of the soul.' Since the old man has already lived in the Yin Mansion, it is impossible to return to the Yang Mansion."

    ?? Lao Shi sighed, it turns out there is still such a rule.  But what does a haunted house have to do with finding his son?  We don't have much time. Shouldn't we slow down on catching ghosts?

    I asked Lao Shi, have you ever thought about why the house became haunted after the old man died?

    The old man frowned and shook his head like a floor fan.

    I smiled hoarsely, I hoped that what I caught tonight was just a lonely ghost.

    Although the old man¡¯s house is not big, it is a standard Yuncheng courtyard house. The door is locked by the neighborhood committee, so the two of us can only climb over the wall and enter.

    As soon as I landed on the ground, my feet were covered with locust leaves. I was shocked with a plop.There were two long-eared owls (xi¨¡o), making a shrill cry.  The yard was very gloomy, and I could clearly feel the ground wind blowing, which was not a good sign.

    The east wing of the yard has collapsed, but the west wing is fine and ajar. The old man said the things he gave me are inside.

    When Lao Shi and I arrived at the door of the main room, we originally wanted to jump out of the window, but when we pulled the big lock, it turned out to be broken and it popped open by itself.

    Lao Shi glanced at me, hesitated for a moment, and then took off the lock.  It's not his style to sneak into other people's houses, and he's not used to it yet.

    As soon as the door opened, a burst of yin energy rushed out. I quickly pinched my Sanqing finger and pressed it on Lao Shi's shoulder to avoid hurting his nerves.

    Standing in the room, our heads were cold. Needless to say, there was indeed something unclean in this room.

    The outer hall was empty, and all the furniture inside had been moved away. It was probably taken away by some people from the neighborhood committee who wanted to make a profit.  Entering the bedroom, the thick curtains were drawn, and there was a single bed in front of him. There was also a bookshelf, a set of tables and chairs, and a cabinet in the room.  The house is so simple that you can see it at a glance.

    "Master Bu!" Lao Shi pulled me and pointed to the table. It was an old-fashioned radio. There was no dust at all on the radio, which showed that he was often passive.

    I opened the desk drawer and looked at it, but it was empty.

    There is nothing on the bookshelf, except for a few broken medicine jars.  The old man said that he had no education, and it would be abnormal if he had books.

    Finally, I opened the closet, and with a squeak, a sinister message came out of it.

    The clothes of the deceased had probably been thrown away, and there was only a wool blanket left inside. I squeezed it with my hands, and found a package wrapped in the blanket. When I opened it, I found it was a thick stack of letters.

    I took a look and found that the letters all had an h as the protagonist, but the addresses to which they were sent were different, and the handwriting was also different.  According to the information the deceased gave me, his son was called Anhua, and the h probably means Hua.  But why did Anwar write letters in different handwriting and different addresses?

    I roughly read more than a dozen letters, and they were all the same. They were all simple greetings, and the content was short and full of typos.  For example, if you are in good health, you have to write "Jian" Kang, but in the next letter, "health" is restored, but the kindness of nurturing is written as the kindness of "nurturing jade"

    ¡°Obviously, these letters did not come from one person.

    Different people pretend to be one person and write letters to the old man. Why?  Could it be that¡­¡­

    I glanced at the mirror on the cabinet fan and found a vague figure on the beam, wearing a navy blue uniform (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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