Yellow River corpse hunter

Chapter 12

"What's the matter? I see that your expressions are not right. Is something wrong?" Grandpa seemed to have noticed something.

Hearing Grandpa's voice, the second uncle calmed down instantly, and told Grandpa exactly what happened before.

Grandpa listened to everything without saying a word, and stretched out his hand, and the second uncle handed over the cigarette pouch directly.

"We have encountered a fierce spirit!" Grandpa said silently.

I was slightly taken aback, looked at Grandpa, not understanding what it meant.

"Grandpa, what does fierce mean? Aren't we bumping into ghosts?" I asked confusedly.

Grandpa took a deep puff of cigarette, and the second uncle suddenly thought of something, and handed him a few pieces of paper he found on his desk.

"You are still young and don't understand. I think that when the Bureau of Cultural Relics discovered a tomb of the Warring States Period in the Yellow River, I followed those experts to excavate the ancient tomb. Among them, I met a Taoist priest who claimed to be a descendant of Maoshan. My friend, he told me some things, people are divided into different classes, and ghosts are also divided into strong and weak. If they died inexplicably or in a wrong place, it is easy to form a ghost, but this ghost is not a ghost. Awesome, the ones you and I saw crying or making noise at funerals for no reason are usually possessed by wronged souls, but at this time, as long as someone slaps and slaps him, as long as he is touched by someone's yang energy, the wronged souls will disperse by themselves!" Grandpa explained.

I was half-believed, but this was the first time I heard that ghosts were divided into levels, so I continued to ask: "Then you just said fierce, grandpa?"

"The so-called evil spirits are things that are several times more powerful than evil spirits. You must know the troublemaker. The troublemakers are usually possessed by evil spirits. In medicine, it is called hysteria, and some people call it mental illness. In fact, it is the upper body of an evil spirit. In our rural areas, this is called a bumper. It can make people crazy at least, and it can kill people at worst. The evil spirit is something more serious than him. Generally, there are only very special old corpses, or mountains. Only the ancient corpses in the depths can form a evil spirit, which is extremely difficult to form, but as long as it is formed, if no one cares about it, countless people will die because of it!" Grandpa sighed.

The second uncle and I felt chills on the back of our necks.

I know the bumper too well. When I was in middle school, I liked a girl, and I usually went to play with her when I had nothing to do. But his neighbor had a bumper, a young man in his 20s, who often talked wildly. He always said that he was a Jinshi of the Qing Dynasty, and said a few ancient Chinese sentences from time to time.

The worry at home is that there is nothing to do, go to the hospital for treatment, this young man will beat him like crazy as long as he sees a doctor, the four or five strong young men can't stand it, and it turns out that there is really no other way Well, that family could only watch the young man lose weight little by little. Finally, I heard that he was starved to death, and the bumper on his body didn't heal until he died.

This is the first time I've heard of ghosts killing people alive, but now grandpa actually said that the evil spirit we encountered was even more powerful than the evil ghost that caused trouble.

My face turned pale in an instant, and I really didn't know what to say for a while.

"Then grandpa, can we still live?" I struggled to squeeze out this sentence from my throat.

The second uncle was silent.

As for Grandpa, he kept looking at the sketch of the cemetery that he had drawn before, and stood up abruptly.

"Yangyang, and the second child, come with me with the shovel!" Grandpa said suddenly.

The second uncle and I were a little confused. We didn't understand what grandpa meant. He didn't seem to want to explain anything to us. He walked two steps east and two steps west at the cemetery, and even walked backwards to a place.

The second uncle patted me on the shoulder, indicating that we should not say anything, and just follow Grandpa's instructions.

I nodded and took the shovel. After walking around for a while, Grandpa suddenly stood still and turned to face Qian Fangfang's coffin.

"Grandpa?" I called out.

Grandpa didn't reply me in a hurry, but carefully looked at the sketch in his hand, and after a few minutes, he turned his head a little excitedly: "I finally understand, Yangyang and the second child, I I couldn’t figure it out before, this Qian Fangfang had just died, how could she be so resentful and directly killed so many people, now I understand, look at this!”

As he spoke, Grandpa pointed to the sketch.

My second uncle and I looked at it suspiciously. This is the sketch of the cemetery before. Grandpa marked the place where Qian Fangfang's coffin was, but not far from the coffin, grandpa actually drew a small river. I was a little puzzled, why didn't I know there was a river in the cemetery.

"Grandpa, is there no river here? Why did you draw a river here?" I asked quickly.

The second uncle on the side explained: "Yangyang, you are still young. There was actually a river in the cemetery before, but because the road was built later and the water source was cut off, the river disappeared. Later, when the brigade went up, one Seeing that there is a ditch here, I organized the villagers to plant some trees on the ditch, but these trees were also cut down, and it became a bare cemetery now!"

I suddenly realized, but what does this have to do with Qian Fangfang.

"Actually, Qian Fangfang's body wasn't that bad when we fished it up. It was all caused by this ruined graveyard. It cost so many innocent lives!" Grandpa sighed regretfully.

I am completely confused.

"Grandpa, in the cemetery here, we usually come here to bury corpses, but that time it wasn't as violent as Qian Fangfang's. Why is it such a big deal to bury Qian Fangfang this time?" I looked at my grandfather.

Grandpa was not in a hurry, but handed me the sketch.

"This is a bit complicated to explain, Yangyang, you heard me say the rule about why I don't catch pregnant women, right!" Grandpa said.

I nodded.

Grandpa continued to explain: "People who die unexpectedly have some resentment in them, and this so-called resentment, from a scientific point of view, you can understand it as a kind of bioelectricity, a kind of obsession of people. At the moment of death, people's unwillingness will form this special thing, commonly known as resentment, and in most cases, this kind of resentment can dissipate on its own, but there is something wrong with this graveyard, he is a place of death!"

"Kill the land?"

"That's right, the land of death, the so-called land of death is actually a place where many dead people are buried, but not all such places are places of death. The characteristic of the land of death is not only that there are many dead people buried, but also that there are things that block the dissipation of resentment. The small river before, and the willow trees in the brigade, are actually similar things, and Qian Fangfang was buried in a dead place, which led to this!" Grandpa said slowly.

The cemetery where Qian Fangfang was buried is actually a mass grave at the head of our village. Although there are already special cemeteries in big cities, on farms, especially in my age, the dead are basically buried in one place. Over time, there have been many such mass graves, and the surrounding areas are almost surrounded by graves one by one.

But I was stunned for a moment when I heard it, and suddenly realized a question: "Then grandpa, if this is the case, why is it that only Qian Fangfang makes such a fuss, and usually when they bury the corpse, nothing happens?"

When Grandpa heard this, he pointed to the ghost handprint on his arm, and said to me, "Because Qian Fangfang's corpse is inherently evil."

(End of this chapter)