?Fan Tianming walked through Liusanmen for many years, and naturally had countless lives under his iron palm sword. Whether it was a thief who robbed the house, or a flower-picking thief who wandered around the bed, or a strong man who occupied the mountain and became the king, but the one who impressed him the most was him. "" It is said that he was a murderer who had been fleeing for many years. After Liusanmen caught such wanted criminals, generally speaking, he had to be executed by his son. Fan Tianming's treasure sword was inherited in an orderly manner and was also a famous swordsman. He naturally took on this task. For convention, Liusanmen's execution of the fugitive was not like the legendary legend. The execution of the fugitive at Caishikou was not like the legendary one. He used a platform to police the crowd. Fan Tianming

We always ask at the last moment of execution, what else do you have to say? At this time, ordinary prisoners will always cry and say, I'm sorry for whom, while the harder ones say, I have nothing to say, etc., and he says that I have killed someone, and it's not unfair to kill me, but I'm not the person you said. Generally speaking, when a person reaches this time, every word he says may be the last word in his life, so the chance of truth is more than 99%. But since he has been convicted and he can't come up with any evidence, Fan Tianming and others have executed him.

After Fan Tianming executed this person that day, he felt a little uncomfortable. Since receiving the task of execution three months ago, Fan Tianming told the chief inspector that Fan Tianming had no choice, but the chief inspector personally came to Fan Tianming's house to do work for Fan Tianming, saying that this was the last one. Fan Tianming thought that young people could not take action after all, and for some other reasons, they would not usually let young people go...

The day after the execution, Fan Tianming drank three bottles of wine before he could get excited. Generally speaking, the spirit of the Fiji hand was extremely strong. He naturally saw countless people in life and death. But today Fan Tianming suddenly saw him again, and Fan Tianming's spirit almost collapsed. He walked to the stall of flesh and blood and looked again, hesitated for a moment, and then hurried back. Fan Tianming shouted: "Stop, Guo Zhigang, you can't escape." He ran towards the car without looking back. So Fan Tianming took out the flying knife in his pocket without hesitation and threw it at him. He paused and crawled into the car door. Fan Tianming slowed down for a moment and threw a hidden weapon at the body of the cow that had already run several meters away. He did not hit the animal, but hit the baffle. Fan Tianming clearly remembered that the position of an iron gall was hit.

The ox cart ran away in a blink of an eye, leaving only a faint rut on the road, as if nothing had happened...

Fan Tianming approached the blood, but suddenly Fan Tianming found that the blood was gone. Fan Tianming suddenly felt numb, and suddenly Fan Tianming remembered why he had just fought and shouted again, with such a loud voice, but no one in the village got up to take a look. Then Fan Tianming thought of a terrifying thing, doing what Fan Tianming and others feared the most. The death row prisoner or the soul under the knife who was executed by Fan Tianming and others came back to find Fan Tianming and others. Someone inside Fan Tianming and others had gone crazy and moved into a mad asylum, which happened in his later years.

Fan Tianming slowly walked back to the inn from half-permeableness. Fan Tianming knocked on the old man's door, and a terrified voice came out: "Please don't come to me, I didn't force you to death on purpose, you didn't come back on fifteenth, are you going to find your daughter? I've burned banknotes for you, and even hired a monk to do it..."

It was the old man's voice. Fan Tianming was in extreme chaotic now and was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he walked towards the small attic. Suddenly Fan Tianming saw a figure moving above, as if a young woman in white walked in. Fan Tianming was shocked again. Although Fan Tianming took the information with him, why did she go in? Fan Tianming chased after him and opened the door. There was no one inside. Fan Tianming felt more and more numb. Then Fan Tianming suddenly thought that this room was more like a room where a woman lived. Just look at the flowers and the faint fragrance, as well as the bedding and bed. Fan Tianming understood that Fan Tianming lived in a room where a dead person had lived, including bedding, everything. Fan Tianming was angry, frightened, and frightened. Suddenly he wanted to rush down and kick the door open, grab the old man out and beat him hard, but suddenly Fan Tianming wanted to run away again...

Fan Tianming didn't know how Fan Tianming survived that night. He only remembered that when it was almost dawn, he packed his clothes and returned to the yamen.

After returning to the yamen, Fan Tianming rested for a few days. He never believed in these gods and ghosts. He only consulted a few famous gentlemen. After hearing what he said, the gentlemen did not say anything. He just sighed: "It's a good thing that you are covered in blood and have a heavy evil spirit, otherwise..." He shook his head, stopped talking, and asked a few gentlemen, without exception, this expression. Fan Tianming also had a small drum in his heart, but Fan Tianming has been a serious person since he was a child. When he encountered such a thing, he never said back. After resting for a few days, he packed his bags and ran to the small village.

First, when I arrived at the last inn, Fan Tianming made up his mind to figure out the whole story.

The inn looked particularly quiet, and there was no scene a few days ago. Fan Tianming casually asked someone and asked. The old man died a few days ago. It is said that his death was very terrifying. At that time, someone from the hotel went to settle the score with him and was found in his own room. The old man was a good person on weekdays. The village names jointly buried him in the cemetery west of the village.

Before anyone could finish his words, Fan Tianming ran to the west of the village. In the dark, he always felt that something was wrong.

When we arrived at the cemetery, it was a lively scene. The gongs and drums were loud and the firecrackers were ringing. It turned out that this cemetery, not only the village itself, but also the neighboring village, Lianmei and others, was also using this cemetery. I don’t know how many generations of people have been buried. It is said that this cemetery had existed before the liberation. As time went by, the cemetery gradually expanded and approached the village. One of the villagers’ homes were only a few hundred meters away from the cemetery. Later, the village cadres felt that the cemetery was too close to the village, which seriously affected the normal life of the villagers, because many villagers opposed it.

Every night, you can always hear some strange sounds from the cemetery; some villagers also reported that they either had insomnia or had nightmares at night, and some children at home cried all night, as if they had seen something terrible. The situation was so bad that they had to be solved. Think about it, the living people in the village lived in the cemetery all day long, companioning with wreaths and tombstones. Is there any way to live in the day when people were neither human nor ghost? From a psychological point of view alone, it made people very depressed and panicked. So, after research, the cadres in the village decided to move the cemetery to a relatively remote wilderness;

Once the decision was announced, it immediately received a unanimous response from the villagers! After the decision was made, the villagers who had their ancestors and relatives in the cemetery began to prepare for the relocation of graves. In addition, there were a large number of unowned tombs. After studying again, the village leaders decided that all unowned tombs would be razed to the ground. Everyone was quietly waiting for the day of relocation... Time passed, and the day of relocation of graves was soon arrived. The scene of the good guy was very spectacular, some were mourning, some burning paper, some sprinkling paper money, and some set off whips.

Some of them beat drums and drums, some of them cried bitterly, and they were very lively. Everyone respectfully placed the urns or remains of their deceased relatives in their "new home" to allow these souls to continue to rest in their "new home". In contrast, it was a pity that those without master graves were ruthlessly razed to the ground by rumbling bulldozers. The migration work seemed to be going smoothly. It took only three days for this huge project to come to an end, but on the night of the third day, a strange thing happened...

As night fell, most of the people who had been tired for a day fell asleep. Suddenly, the crying of babies came from the direction of the cemetery, and it began to look like a baby crying, with the crying sounds rising and falling, and there were nowhere to be seen; gradually it turned into a few, and then it turned into a group of babies crying, and the crying sounds became louder and faster, one after another, and one after another.

The baby's crying was extremely tragic, which shocked the entire village, and people's hearts were suddenly shrouded by panic clouds. In a hurry, the village cadres quickly summoned hundreds of strong and brave men in the village, holding torches, flashlights, shovels, and sticks, and other guys heading towards the cemetery to find out. When the cemetery arrived, people were stunned by the extremely strange scene displayed in the cemetery...

I saw that there were at some time in the huge cemetery, and there were at least five hundred foxes. The foxes were wailing and screaming on the unowned graves that had been razed to the ground. The sound was very similar to the cry of a baby. It turned out that the cry of a baby came from the mouths of these foxes. These foxes were either in groups of three or five or two, in a single shape, squatting, standing or lying, crying bitterly! Oh my God, foxes could cry too? And the eyes, movements, postures, and behaviors were so similar to humans! Their eyes were full of viciousness and resentment, and they occasionally swept the cold eyes to the onlookers, which made people frightened!

"But after a big disaster, the dead without a grave will take revenge on us!" Some villagers murmured constantly. Huge panic began to spread among the villagers. People's psychological endurance reached its limit and could collapse at any time. Seeing that the situation was not good, the village chief forced himself to be calm and calm! Don't stay here for a long time, because these foxes can attack the crowd at any time. The village chief ordered everyone to retreat in a process and organize, and do research after returning. They must not be distracted; so the village chief left behind and commanded the villagers to retreat. Everyone retreated smoothly. Just when everyone was about to safely withdraw from this tomb area, suddenly the village chief stepped into a grave pit inadvertently... See the first release without advertisements, please come to "

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