...

"When patrolling the cemetery in the middle of the night, no matter who hears his name, he cannot agree, otherwise he will be seduced as a substitute."

"Every day before going to bed, you have to sleep with the brightest light. Once the light is turned off, some strange and terrifying things may crawl out from under the bed."

"If you hear the crying of children at night, remember to put a few candies in front of the tombstone where the children are buried, otherwise they will knock on your door if you are unhappy at night..."

...

At the entrance of Fengming Cemetery, a small house stands here, with a trace of light coming from the curtains of the house, which has become the only light here.

As the tombkeeper on night shift, Old Man Zhuang, who is over 60 years old, slowly closed the notebook full of notes in his hand.

He has kept all the warnings from the previous tomb guards in his notebook. Since he has a poor memory in his old age, he basically has to review it every day.

The cemetery needs someone to patrol every night to avoid someone sneaking into the cemetery and stealing things or even serious tomb robbery. At that time, they are the gravekeepers who can't afford to take care of them.

Sometimes, some poor and crazy people are even more terrifying than ghosts.

Several gravekeepers had died here for no reason before.

He is very lucky that he has been working here for more than half a year and has lived until now with this notebook.

Seeing that the clock on the wall had reached almost 11 o'clock, a crescent moon outside was hanging above my head.

Old Man Zhuang groped and sat up from the bed, closed the old radio beside the bed that was still making slap opera sounds, took a flashlight and a crutch, and walked out the door step by step.

The cemetery shrouded in darkness at night seemed particularly quiet and gloomy, with pale and cold tombstones arranged unevenly on the ground. In a vague way, presbyopia seemed to see some green and blue light flying in the distance in the air.

"What a errand..."

Old man Zhuang muttered.

If his children hadn't left earlier, his wife would have died of illness two years ago. He would not have come to work in this strange cemetery at this age.

He limped and walked slowly along the cemetery path with a flashlight.

The flashlight flashed across the photos on the cold tombstones. The faces and avatars in the black and white photos seemed to be alive, with bright smiles, and seemed to be mocking the desolation of his later years.

Some of the tombstones were placed in front of the dried and almost rotten flowers. The scattered petals fell in the soil, while others were mixed in slowly rising weeds. Sometimes the tips of the grass leaped, and an unknown long bug crawled quickly and disappeared into the depths.

The cold wind blew, causing him to tremble subconsciously and tighten the thin clothes on his body.

In the distance, the intermittent cry of women and the sound of children playing and laughing.

When I listened carefully, it seemed like the sound of the wind shaking through the branches, but the sound was getting closer and closer, making people uneasy.

It seems that someone is calling his name behind him, which is his nickname. No one has called him that except for his mother who had died decades ago. It is very nostalgic.

"I heard nothing...I didn't hear anything."

Old Man Zhuang whispered repeatedly, as if he was hypnotizing himself, and still walked around the cemetery step by step with the flashlight, never looking back.

But when the light of his flashlight accidentally shone under several big trees deep in the depths, he suddenly paused.

I saw a few thin black figures standing there strangely under the shade of the tree, stretching their slender necks to look at the moon in the sky, but they were still motionless.

"I didn't see anything...I saw nothing."

His face turned slightly pale, and he immediately turned around and walked towards the other direction.

He didn't care about patrol now, he just wanted to go back to his house, lock the doors and windows, and isolate these terrifying things from the outside.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt his steps become heavier, as if something was pulling him.

He subconsciously looked down and saw a little boy with a pale face, thin face, but his head was as big as a bucket. He squatted on the ground, pinching his trousers with his weak fingers.

When he looked over, the little boy also raised his head, cracked his bloody mouth, and laughed, making a strange, hoarse sound that was not like a normal child.

"Grandpa...grandpa... let's play with me..."

Old Man Zhuang was so scared that his face turned pale. He staggered back and shook his hand away: "I...I'm not your grandfather! Don't ask me for it!"

He staggered back two steps, and suddenly something solid hit behind him.

"You're okay, this uncle?"

Behind him is the voice of a strange man.

He turned around in panic, but saw a warm and gentle smile of a young man. He was carrying a heavy bag, as if he was the tourists hiking the mountain.

But now it’s midnight, and there’s only a cemetery here, who would come here to climb a mountain?

However, according to his experience, this should be a living person.

"I...I'm fine, I just saw something I shouldn't have seen..."

Old Man Zhuang took a few breaths and was about to say something, but suddenly he raised his eyes and noticed that there seemed to be someone standing behind the man.

He subconsciously looked at it, but saw that the woman in red was pale, her eyes were empty, and there was still blood on her face that was not dried up, which looked gloomy and terrifying under the faint moonlight!

When he looked over, the woman happened to look at each other, and then a strange and stiff smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was even more terrifying!

"Ghost!"

Old Man Zhuang, whose heart was so scared that he almost stopped suddenly, could no longer bear the blow, and fainted on the ground with his eyes rolled.

"Hmm? Why did you faint?"

Su Bai, who was smiling, was stunned for a moment. He wanted to ask the old man who was guarding the tomb.

Suddenly he remembered something, looked back suspiciously, and saw the female ghost behind him smiling gloomy. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and knocked her head hard in anger.

"You're just laughing! You know if you laugh so frightened people so much?"

The female ghost covered her head aggrievedly, her expression full of innocent and confused.

According to humans, isn’t a smile the best way to express kindness?!

Su Bai squatted down and carefully helped the gravekeeper up, thinking in his heart what method he should use to awaken him.

It's just at this time.

A very sharp and strange sound of suona suddenly came from the depths of the cemetery, which was distant and ethereal, as if playing a sorrow music, and it seemed that a rural funeral was being held there.

During this period, there were faint crying sounds of men and women, and the smell of paper money burning came from the air.
Chapter completed!