Yin-Yang Judge of Hell - C98

I also looked back, but there was still no one behind me. There was only an old willow tree with a withered grave, standing quietly in the moonlight. It seemed very lonely. I looked at my feet. It turned out to be a clod of earth. I picked it up and threw it back.

We had only taken two steps when another lump of dirt was thrown at us, this time hitting me in the back. I turned my head reflexively, because I had already guessed that I would probably be next, so I turned my head very quickly. There was a head on top of the grave, and when I turned around, it was gone in a flash.

“Let’s go, we can’t stay here for long.”

We put incense on the graves down there, and nothing strange happened. When it was all over, I went back to the old lady’s grave with the old man. The old beggar and the Cold Exemplary had already paid their respects and were using shovels to slowly dig up the grave.

“Why is the soil so loose, and why does it look so new?” the old beggar asked.

“I’ve just landed, so of course it’s new. Also, there hasn’t been any rain for several months. It’s normal for the soil on the grave to be a bit loose.” “No,” I said.

At this moment, the old beggar stopped and seriously said, “No, that’s not right. This grave must have been moved, and it must have just been moved.”

Upon hearing what the old beggar said, the old fool and I immediately went up to him. I scooped up a handful of soil with my hands and took a closer look at it under the moonlight. The old beggar was right. The grave had been moved, or at least overturned. According to the rules, the soil in this bowl should be new and dark in color. After being exposed to the hot air, the surface of the soil should be in a powdery white color.

I walked around the grave again and carefully examined the area within ten meters. There were indeed many traces of being shoveled, probably to remove the surface layer of dry soil to lay on top of the grave, in an attempt to hide it from others.

There was no doubt that the grave had been moved. However, the old lady was from the countryside, so she didn’t have anything valuable to accompany her in death. Besides, in this society, things were not going so well. Leng Wuzui also said that when they were buried, they did not accompany them in death.

“When we came over this afternoon, there were no traces at all. The gravedigger must have done it tonight!” The old beggar said.

As soon as the old beggar finished his sentence, the old fool suddenly kneeled on the ground, pointed his right hand towards the sky, and cursed, “The family of those who steal the grave will die a horrible death!”

We were all shocked, including Cold Extreme. Who did this silly old fool play with now? Who did he learn this from?

I hastily stopped him and said, “Aiyah, aiyah! How can you say that? The old beggar and I are here for your matter. Don’t count us in!”

The old fool suddenly came to his senses, “Yes, yes, yes. Just now, I said it wrongly and did not do anything wrong. Please explain it clearly to the gods in the past. I will say it again!” I snickered in my heart. At this moment, Leng Wuzui looked as though his head was about to spasm. He kneeled down as well, shoulder-to-shoulder with the old fool.

“Those who touch this grave without the consent of my family will die from an unexpected calamity, as witnessed by the gods of the past!” The old fool was also dumbfounded as he repeated the action again. Then, he kowtowed nine times. I wondered if he only knew this kind of etiquette, probably because he had watched too much play at court.

Maybe they were just angry, unintentional, maybe they were just venting their anger, and the old beggar and I were only thinking of it as a play, because neither of us believed in oaths and curses, and certainly not in the so-called gods.

After speaking with Old Man Leng, he stood up and began digging with all his might. The old beggar and I were helping. The Cold Exemplary sniffled from time to time, and I guessed that he must be feeling very sad right now. He wanted to know as soon as possible if his mother’s coffin had been destroyed.

Then a gust of wind came along, mixed with a faint noise, like the sound of a gong or a drum or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong or a gong. The four of us stopped and listened for about half a minute, and then the wind blew and we were quiet again. Everyone looked at each other, not daring to speak for a moment. However, they all knew clearly in their hearts that where did this show come from in the middle of the night. Furthermore, even after so much time had passed, he still dared to make a big scene. Even if other villages were playing a big show, this little bit of wind would not spread. After a while, we saw that there was no more movement, so we went back to work. However, my heart didn’t feel at ease at all. From time to time, I would glance towards the tombs. Some things were like this. If you understood them, then you would be relieved. At most, you would only know half of them. This way, you wouldn’t feel like you could put them down.

After a few glances, I suddenly realized that a shadow had suddenly appeared from behind one of the graves. It was moving so fast that it jumped into another grave. I didn’t know if it was going to hide inside, but it didn’t appear again after that. Due to the distance, he could only see a rough outline.

My heart leaped to my throat, but I didn’t dare say it out loud for fear of scaring them. I copied the soil that Leng Wuzui turned over and inadvertently raised my head to look at him again. A figure slowly rose from the grave, leaning on a walking stick and walking towards the next grave. He walked up to the grave and suddenly jumped in as well. After that, there was no movement.

Seeing this, I couldn’t help but feel a bit scared. Could it be that this is the legendary devil who came to visit me? A visit, in our case, means a chat with a neighbor. We have a rumor that in the middle of the night, where the graves are gathered, people come out of the graves and knock on the next door and talk. Is it just a simple rumor, or is there something more to it? I really can’t say for sure, because there are people around me who have encountered it.

That year, when he went to look at the Zhuang Family’s house for the production team, he had encountered this kind of situation. However, it was said that he really looked at it a lot better that time. At that time, the young people were not afraid of the heavens or the earth. To dare to fight against the heavens or the earth, the same was true for me and the two of us. It was said that he had been half-asleep with his gun leaning against someone’s grave. In the second half of the night, I felt a chill all around me, and in my confusion I heard someone say that my sister-in-law had opened the door and that my sister and I had come to your house to talk to each other. Then, he heard the door creak open. The person who opened the door said, “Aiyo, be quiet. Don’t wake him up.” Although the two of them were a bit scared, they forced themselves to stay calm. Opening their eyes, they saw four pairs of small feet on the ground. They wore a pink dress and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing this, the dude jumped up and ran home in one breath. He had a fever for a few days in a row and would never dare to go down to the manor alone again. At that time, the dude described in more detail than this. Due to it being such a long time ago, I could only remember a rough outline. Some people said he was the one who lied, because ghosts don’t even have feet. And I think it’s more believable, because I went to see it with my grandfather when he was having a fever. As for whether the ghost had feet or not, I think everyone entered into a misunderstanding. If a person suddenly appears in front of us, our first reaction is to look at his face and see the upper half of his body. If what we see at this moment is very scary, or if this thing poses a threat to us, then the next step is to escape. So the whole process is to not have time to look at the lower half of our body.

As I saw it today, it was easy to see that they were really walking on their feet, both shadows.

“What are you looking at?” The old beggar noticed my abnormal behavior. Before I could answer, I felt the shovel in my hand slam against a rock. My heart skipped a beat as I thought to myself, “Why is there a stone in the coffin building? When I first went down to fill the coffin, who was so careless as to not pick out the stone?”

When I unearthed the stone, a few birds flapped away from the willows in the northeast, with hoarse cries, as if frightened by something.

It must be a takeaway, but what does it portend? If I knew how to count the plum blossoms, of course I could figure it out, but I won’t. I turned the stone over in my hand and sucked in a breath of cold air. My entire body shuddered and I was unable to recover my senses for a long time.

When the old beggar saw this, he jumped over and lowered his head to take a look. He could not help but take a deep breath and remained silent for a long time.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with that? ” Leng Wuzui asked.

I snapped out of my thoughts and hurriedly said, “It’s fine, it’s fine. Let’s continue, let’s continue!” I handed the stone to the old beggar, who took a piece of cloth from his snakeskin pocket, wrapped it tightly, and put it in his pocket.

“See the coffin lid.” Leng Wuzui said in a low voice.

I immediately rushed over and told her not to break the lid of the coffin!

We gently wiped off the dirt on the lid of the coffin. The black coffin appeared in front of me, but we were unable to find the Yin Bow. Strange, did it grow legs and run away?

At this moment, the old beggar slapped his thigh and said, “Stop looking, I know why someone touched this grave!”

Hearing the old beggar’s words, a flash of realization struck me. We have always had a connection between digging graves and searching for treasures. Thus, from the very beginning, he had recklessly assumed that the person who dug this grave was here to accompany the funeral. Now that he thought about digging this grave, he felt that he could take the Yin Bow. Following this line of thinking, who would be so full that they would want to eat their fill? After spending half a day just for a Yin Bow, there was no need to ask if it was Leng Wuzui’s elder brother. No wonder after I hit my boss, although he threatened to take revenge and swore to “whoever wants to touch my mother’s grave, I will fight with him to the death”, he was so decisive, but he never made a move. So he was just taking advantage of this opportunity to get everything out of her. I’m sure he thinks it’s hard for him to stop us from getting into the grave, and if we hide the bow, if we can’t find it, then we can’t break it. If we can’t, then the Cold Exemplary will always be at risk of his life.

Why did he have to be so against the Cold Exemplary? It was really scary to see the two brothers get along like this.

Leng Xiao heaved a long sigh. It was obvious that he had also thought of this.

The old beggar took a new bow from his bag, nocked it with a mulberry arrow, and placed it in front of the coffin lid, using a piece of yellow paper to wrap the tile around it. So we began to fill in the dirt, and everything went well. After the grave was round, he also needed to burn the yellow paper with sandalwood incense and perform a second worship.

But at this moment, no matter how hard Leng Wuzui tried, he would not be able to fire. Even if he managed to fire it, it would still extinguish with a ‘pu’ sound. As I mentioned before, this means that the old lady is angry and doesn’t accept your things.