At dusk, on the outskirts of Yanjing, a planned cemetery on the edge of Xishan Cemetery.

The sky was drifting with a soul-breaking light rain unique to the Qingming season, and a few crows croaked in the distance.

The entire cemetery was empty.

But on the path down the mountain, a young man came in a hurry. The young man was in his early eights, wearing a gray hooded shirt and trouser legs, looking about twenty years old, and carrying a huge convenience bag in his hand.

I saw the boy walk into the cemetery, and after looking around, he walked to the southwest, and finally stopped in front of a low grave.

The low grave is not large, and the dirt on it still exudes a fresh smell, as if it has only recently been flipped. A few small grasses sprouted from the low grave.

"Han Xiaoqi? That's right, here it is! The boy looked at the name of the deceased on the tombstone, grinned, put down the bag in his hand, and began to take things outside.

Offerings such as dead coins, paper ingots, and fruit biscuits were laid out in front of the grave in an instant.

Then, the boy took out his mobile phone, turned it to the camera function, and placed it on the grave, so that the camera was pointed at him.

After the arrangement was completed, the boy lit the dark coins and paper ingots with a lighter, and bowed in front of the grave.

"Han Beauty, a customer asked me to come and sweep your grave. I'll burn money for you, give you sacrifices, and hope that you will be reborn early, go to a good family, and live a long life in the next life, ......what do you want?"

The young man bowed and worshipped, and at the same time recited words and mattered.

The young man's name is Liu Lang, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a slight beard on his chin, tall and handsome, but he is not rich, and he is currently a third-rate student at a second-rate university in Yanjing City.

In order to make some extra money, Liu Lang cooperated with a wreath shop, usually worked and studied, and used his leisure time to run errands and deliver goods to the wreath shop.

Sweeping graves on behalf of others is also one of Liu Lang's businesses.

Unexpectedly, it has been two days since Qingming Festival, and Liu Lang has taken on such a big job. The employer paid 300 yuan and invited someone to come to this cemetery to grave the girl named Han Xiaoqi.

The black-hearted boss of the wreath shop deducted half of it, and then gave Liu Lang one hundred and fifteen, asking Liu Lang to come here for a hard trip.

For the sake of money, Liu Lang had no choice but to reluctantly act as a grave sweeper.

Employers also require that the scene of going to the grave to worship must be filmed with a mobile phone. Or not, there is no evidence, is it?

After finishing the chatter, Liu Lang took off the mobile phone from the grave and pressed the camera stop button.

One hundred and fifty yuan is not a small amount, enough for a big health care.

Speaking of great health care, Liu Lang remembered the huts with red lights in the alley opposite the school. Although Liu Lang has never been to those huts, every time he passes by, he still likes to look twice, looking at the faces with heavy makeup, the eyes that hook the soul, and the figure of the devil behind the glass door.

"Huh? It seems like? ”

Suddenly I remembered, how did the photo of the tomb owner look a bit like a beautiful woman in a certain red light hut?

Liu Lang put away his mobile phone and stared at the photo on the tomb door.

Han Xiaoqi in the photo, twenty-one or twelve years old, has long silky hair, fair skin, wears a pair of black-framed glasses, curved eyebrows, long eyelashes, thin lips and pointed chin, a very gentle beauty.

"It's a pity that a beautiful woman is jealous!"

Liu Lang sighed in his heart and muttered: "Fortunately, it's not my girlfriend, otherwise, I guess I'll cry to death here." ”

Call......

Who knew that as soon as Liu Lang's words were finished, a whirlwind suddenly rushed in!

In the wind, the paper ashes that still carried sparks flew all over the sky and smashed towards Liu Lang's face.

", where did a strange wind come from!" Liu Lang hurriedly covered his face and turned his head to avoid the wind.

In the middle of the night, the wind gradually stopped.

Liu Lang let go of his hand, wiped it on his face, and stared at the photo and chattered: "I said Han Beauty, what do you mean?" I came all the way to send you money and food, and you treated me like this? You ......"

"Hehe...... you're a good person......"

Suddenly, a resentful voice sounded behind Liu Lang without warning!

"Who?" Liu Lang only felt that his back was numb, and his hair was about to stand up, so he hurriedly turned around and asked tremblingly, "Yes, is it a human or a ghost?" ”

But Liu Lang turned around, but there was no one behind him.

"Mom, haunted?" Liu Lang wiped a cold sweat, didn't dare to stay longer, panicked like a lost dog, and fled from the cemetery.

Liu Lang, who was in a trance, took the bus back to the university dormitory.

Pushing open the door of the dormitory, I found that several roommates were all gone, so I guess they all went to pick up girls.

Because he was frightened in the cemetery, Liu Lang didn't have the heart to eat dinner, so he fell asleep on the bed.

I don't know how long I slept, Liu Lang opened his eyes in a daze and found that the lights in the dormitory were still on, and the roommates had not returned.

Liu Lang was about to get up and turn off the lights, but he heard a rustling sound from the upper bunk.

"Ribs, are you back?" Liu Lang asked at the top bunk.

The brother who slept on the top bunk was called Wang Xiang, and the long man was thin and long-haired, and his ribs were like the beams of a ladder, which were clear and distinct, so everyone called him ribs.

But the rustling of the upper bunk suddenly stopped, and there was no sound again, and no answer was heard from the ribs.

"What are you doing with ribs, pretending to be a ghost and not talking?" Liu Lang muttered a sentence and sat up from the lower bunk.

As soon as I sat up, I felt something scratch on my face, like hair. Liu Lang subconsciously raised his head and looked up.

"Ah......h

The next moment, Liu Lang's whole body trembled violently, his mouth opened all of a sudden, and he let out a scream!

But strangely, Liu Lang couldn't hear his screams. It seems that at this moment, I suddenly lost my voice.

On the top bunk, a human face is smiling at itself.

A woman's face, the face of a beautiful and delicate beauty.

Oh my God, this, this is the face of the tomb owner Han Xiaoqi in the cemetery!

Liu Lang, whose soul flew out of the sky, reacted immediately, his whole body stiffened, and he couldn't even take the slightest action.

Han Xiaoqi smiled slightly, climbed down from the top bunk like a snake, swam to Liu Lang's side, stretched out his hand, and hugged Liu Lang's neck.

Suddenly, a cold feeling that penetrated through the bone marrow spread from his neck, and Liu Lang felt that his heartbeat seemed to be frozen.

"Who are you, you? You, you...... What are you going to do? Liu Lang almost tried all his strength, and finally squeezed out a few words from his stiff lips.

"I'm Han Xiaoqi, I'm here to thank you, thank you for going to my grave, bringing me food and drink, burning paper and sending money......" Han Xiaoqi's voice listened tactfully, with a hint of resentment, and blew into Liu Lang's ears.

"Y-You're a ghost?"

Liu Lang was suddenly frightened, his eyes widened, and he stammered and asked.