This isn't the first time I've seen someone kill someone with a curse. It's just that the cursed killings I've seen before are all killing people invisibly, making a ghost-like shadow, and it's the first time I've seen it. And the malicious shadow is also very intimidating, and it doesn't seem to be a simple curse.

Jin Shanshan was already in tears, trembling with anger, "How is it possible...... Who the hell did this to my cousin......"

She was thrilled, but no one could answer her to this question.

"It's been so long since the room was destroyed, and I can't see the room anymore." Sister Hei said.

Mo Xiaoling also shook her head and said sympathetically: "I can only see the death scene of people being killed by ghosts, and I can't see other things." ”

Jin Shanshan looked at the two of them at a loss, and bit her lip, "Can make the soothsayer ......"

Sister Hei said: "If he could figure it out, he should have calculated it a long time ago." That spell is not simple. Your cousin's soul is supposed to have been taken away by a ghost, and her soul is scattered, and it is impossible to find it. Normally, there is no way to find the ghost and the person who cast the curse. ”

Jin Shanshan seemed to have lost her strength, and her whole person was paralyzed.

Wu Yuren helped Jin Shanshan, "Shanshan...... Don't worry, there must be a way. ”

He comforted, his words pale and weak.

Sister Hei suddenly groaned and said, "Unless ......"

"Unless what?" Jin Shanshan looked at Sister Hei urgently.

"I'll have to look at your cousin's body to see if I can do it." Sister Hei said.

Jin Shanshan knew which cemetery her cousin was buried in, but she wouldn't do the matter of digging a grave. Wu was even more hesitant about this.

Sister Hei heard Jin Shanshan say the name of the cemetery, so she took out her mobile phone and flipped through the address book.

Mo Xiaoling comforted Jin Shanshan and said, "It's okay, there must be a way." We can't help it, we can find someone else. Someone who is capable will eventually be found. ”

Jin Shanshan was nervous, holding Mo Xiaoling with one hand and Wu Yuren with the other.

I saw that Wu Yuren wanted to speak and stopped, and his expression kept changing. He shouldn't have supported Jin Shanshan to do such a thing. It's just that he doesn't have any other way. Ordinary people can't have a way.

I leaned over to Sister Black and looked at her address book.

Her address book is sorted by color, with a color in front of each person's name. Now, she was flipping through the name with the prefix "green", found someone with the remark "Kangzhuang", and called the phone.

Kangzhuang is on the edge of Minqing, which is quite close, but it is no longer the boundary of Minqing. There is no tourism industry there, unlike Puhe Town, where there is a Guanyin Temple, Kangzhuang is a small place with no characteristics.

After the phone called, it took a while for someone to answer. Sister Hei didn't report her home, so she opened her mouth and asked for the contact information of Songyuan Cemetery.

I couldn't hear the person on the other end of the phone.

Sister Hei listened for a while, and then made an appointment with the other party.

Sister Hei hung up the phone, "It's this weekend, I'll be there at twelve o'clock on Saturday night." We came out early to meet and go over together. ”

Wu Yuren asked, "Do you know anyone from the cemetery?" ”

"Hmm. Rest assured, it won't be fine. Sister Hei said confidently.

Mo Xiaoling exhaled, "That's fine." ”

Jin Shanshan was mixed and nodded.

As soon as the time of the dream jumped, I was already sitting in a private car with Jin Shanshan.

The driver was Sister Hei, Mo Xiaoling sat in the passenger seat, and Jin Shanshan and Wu Yuren sat in the back seat.

The car drove all the way on a wide road with no people. Street lights are sparse and there are no high-rise buildings around. This is to the suburbs. On the way, Jin Shanshan's mobile phone rang once, and she received a cross-provincial message alerted by the communication company.

It was quiet in the car and no one spoke.

Jin Shanshan held Wu Yuren's hand, always a little uneasy, and a little excited.

Sister Hei turned the steering wheel, turned into a small road, turned around for a while, drove onto another wide road, and saw houses and green trees on both sides of the road. The same deserted streets, the same sparse street lights, this road gives a completely different feeling.

I turned my head to look at the side of the road, and I noticed something unusual.

This faint yin aura shrouded in the sky is exactly the breath that only cemeteries, crematoriums, funeral parlors and other places have.

There may not be a October here, though.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Pine Garden Cemetery.

An old man came out of the security room at the door. In the summer and autumn, he was already wrapped in a military coat, and as soon as he gasped, white mist erupted from his mouth. He held the flashlight, the light of the flashlight was white, and it didn't illuminate much of the range, leaving only a terrible feeling. The old man's skin was rough and full of ravines. The light shone from the bottom up, making his face look eerie.

I felt weird.

This man was tainted with the faint yin aura of the cemetery. This is not surprising. Strangely, he didn't seem to have much of a living breath.

Jin Shanshan and Wu Yuren were taken aback and hugged each other.

Sister Hei got out of the car and waved her hand generously, which was regarded as a greeting.

The other party didn't speak, but stopped at the door, motionless, and didn't seem to blink his eyes.

Sister Hei didn't call anyone, turned her head to look at the three people who got out of the car, and reminded, "Don't talk." Especially not to mention the name, not even the nickname. ”

Jin Shanshan nodded again and again.

Wu Yuren's expression was complicated.

Mo Xiaoling walked on the other side of Jin Shanshan, holding hands with Jin Shanshan.

As soon as the old man turned his heels, he led the way in front, and he didn't mean to wait for anyone.

Sister Hei followed, motioning for the other three to follow suit.

After entering the cemetery, the feeling of yin qi is even stronger.

Tombstones, like corpses, lined up and standing in the cemetery.

The atmosphere is completely different from that of Minqing Cemetery. I didn't see any souls waiting for my family to come and worship here, and I didn't see any ghosts.

I felt very uncomfortable.

If there are no ghosts, where does the yin energy here come from?

I was thinking about it.

The old man didn't walk past a row of tombstones, and stopped at the intersection.

Sister Hei gestured to Jin Shanshan's eyes.

Jin Shanshan couldn't remember which one her cousin's tombstone was, but she probably knew the location. She shook her head at Sister Hei and looked at the tombstone in the center of another cemetery.

Sister Hei turned around and shook her head at the old man.

The old man didn't squint at Sister Hei, but he seemed to have a feeling, took a step forward, and stopped in front of the back row of tombstones. Sister Hei continued to shake her head.

It's like some kind of ritual, and you can only walk through rows of tombstones at the pace of the old man.

In the middle of another cemetery, Sister Hei would nod her head when the old man stopped.

The old man walked into the tombstone and used the white flashlight to illuminate the photo and name on the tombstone.

The black-and-white posthumous photo was beaten by the light, which became even more bizarre and terrifying.

The old lady and grandfather who originally had a kind face looked like a grimace at this moment. As for those serious and straightforward posthumous photos, they are even more like ghosts.

Jin Shanshan was a little frightened, and held Wu Yuren and Mo Xiaoling's hands.

Wu Yuren held Jin Shanshan's hand back, and the other side was observing the old man.

I also stared at the old man for a long time. He was breathing, and he could see the white breath coming out of his mouth and nose. But I don't know if it's because he wears too much, the ups and downs of his chest are not obvious.

I stared at it for a long time, and I wondered if the white air was the air he exhaled.

This person may be a zombie, it may be some kind of puppet, a puppet, but it is not a living person at all.

My gaze shifted to Sister Hei.

Sister Hei would take a look at Jin Shanshan every time to make sure that the person on the tombstone was right, and then inform the old man.

It took them a long time to find a grave.

It's just that when I looked up at the sky, I was shocked to find that it was now the middle of the moon, and the time should not have passed.

Jin Shanshan was looking at the photo of her cousin on the tombstone and shed tears.

Mo Xiaoling hugged her and stood with her.

After Sister Hei nodded, the old man was holding a flashlight in one hand, and the other hand had already reached for the stone brick in the middle of the three-cave cemetery.

I saw that his cracked and blackened nails easily inserted into the gap between the stone bricks, and with a little force, the black stone bricks were torn open, revealing the reddish-brown urn inside.

The stone bricks were picked up by him with one hand and set aside. The urn was taken out by him and handed it to Sister Hei.

Sister Hei looked serious, held the urn, and opened the urn with a rub of her thumb.

The yin qi in the cemetery suddenly changed.

I saw a flash of red light on the old man and the black sister's bodies.

(End of chapter)