The tomb ghost remembered a bright smile.

On the same face, it also saw the raging tears, and the girl's hysterical cry that day seemed to sound in her ears...

The tomb ghost pursed his lips.

It looked at the human beings following the monsters.

A hoarse female voice sounded in Xiao Xiao's mind, "Sir, would you like to listen to a story?"

"Then, would you do me a favor?"

"good."

Xiao Xiao smiled, "If it's within my ability."

"Thanks."

The tomb ghost bent over Xiao Xiao, "Maybe it was a troublesome request."

"It's okay for you to refuse at that time."

It just suddenly had this idea.

Maybe in a few days, it will forget its mood at this time.

After all, after retrieving the small flower basket, it realized that it seemed like a forgetful monster.

......

"ah?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised that Xiao Xiao suddenly spoke.

It was even more inexplicable.

What's the meaning?

Did the tomb ghost say something?

The middle-aged man followed Xiao Xiao's gaze and looked towards the tombstone.

As expected, nothing was seen.

He sighed in his heart.

It's really a troublesome thing to be invisible.

......

"Uncle Chen."

Xiao Xiao turned to look at the middle-aged man with a puzzled look on his face, "The tomb ghost wants to tell me a story."

"It will take a little time."

"I'm not sure."

"You can go down the mountain and wait for me in the car."

"Or you can go back first."

"I'll go back by myself."

"How can this be done?"

The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Xiao with disagreement, "There are no cars passing by here."

"Why are you going back?"

After all, it is a "grave mountain".

It is not a special time, but it is rarely visited here.

Especially at night.

"Let's go down the mountain together."

"You are not familiar with the mountains, and it will be dark by then. If you get lost or have any accidents, it will be bad."

The middle-aged man has a firm attitude.

Xiao Xiao didn't insist, "Then please wait a while."

......

"That, Xiao."

The middle-aged man remembered Xiao Xiao's words at the beginning, "The tomb ghost wants to tell you a story?"

"Is it a story about the Little Flower Basket?"

Xiao Xiao looked at the tomb ghost.

The tomb ghost nodded.

"Yes."

Xiao Xiao looked at the middle-aged man again, "It's the story about the little flower basket."

"really......"

The middle-aged man murmured.

This is not difficult to guess.

Such an ordinary little flower basket, the tomb ghost would rather risk his life to find it...

There must be some reason for this...

The middle-aged man couldn't help but look like he wanted to know.

The story of the tomb ghost...

This is not a story that can be known under normal circumstances.

......

Seeing this, Xiao Xiao looked at the tomb ghost, "Uncle Chen also wants to know this story."

The tomb ghost nodded.

Since it is willing to tell a human, it does not mind telling a second human.

Anyway, it's just an old story.

......

"Uncle Chen, I'll tell you later."

With the consent of the tomb ghost, Xiao Xiao turned to look at the middle-aged man with his eyebrows slightly bent.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, "Okay."

Although I was in a hurry, who told me that I couldn’t see the tomb ghost?

Not to mention hearing the voice of the tomb ghost.

......

The tomb ghost sat on the tombstone.

Holding a small flower basket in hand.

Fortunately, it is dim now, and it is not the time to sweep the graves, so there are no people nearby.

Otherwise, a small flower basket floating in the air would scare many people.

...

The tomb ghost drooped his eyes and looked at the small flower basket in his hand.

After a few breaths, a hoarse female voice sounded in Xiao Xiao's mind.

This is a story that has been around for a long time...

...

On this day, the tomb ghosts floated casually among the cemeteries in the mountains as usual.

Then, it found another new grave on the mountain.

It was curious and came to the tombstone to take a closer look.

It's a photo of a woman.

Hmm.

Very young.

It has seen so many tombstones, and it is rare to see such young dead people.

Basically, they are old grandfathers and old ladies with gray hair and wrinkles on their faces.

Moreover, the tomb ghost wrinkled his face.
To be continued...