Jiang Fan kept a close eye on the top of the pit to prevent any unexpected situations from occurring. At the same time, Jiang Fan silently counted to one hundred and fifty in his mind. Only after counting to the last number and still finding the area eerily silent did Jiang Fan cautiously lean out and carefully examine the pit.
After observation, Jiang Fan discovered that the pit was not actually very deep, about three meters deep, and not very wide either, probably a little over one meter wide.
In addition,
The soil in the surrounding area was tested by Jiang Fan and found to be not loose.
Given Jiang Fan's physique, climbing out of the cave would be very easy. However, after the strange incident that just occurred, Jiang Fan, as an ordinary person, dared not make any rash moves.
After surveying his surroundings, Jiang Fan's eyes had almost fully adjusted to the darkness. Using the faint moonlight that shone in, Jiang Fan quietly stood up, spread his arms and legs, and wedged them on either side of the pit. He moved up quietly, one step at a time, trying to keep his movements as light as possible to minimize the noise.
"Bang..."
"Bang..."
The night was so quiet, and with his nerves on edge, Jiang Fan could even hear his own heartbeat.
As the distance gradually increased, Jiang Fan quickly climbed over the pit, which was about three meters deep. The night sky above him became even more vast, and more and more stars appeared in Jiang Fan's sight. When he reached the top, Jiang Fan did not rush to climb out immediately. Instead, he stuck his feet in the pit, slightly poked his head out, and cautiously looked around.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Upon seeing this, Jiang Fan turned pale, broke out in a cold sweat, and almost screamed!
My steady heartbeat suddenly quickened and began to pound violently!
What Jiang Fan saw was a desolate wilderness. In particular, directly in front of him was a burial site. The fan-shaped limestone structure of the tomb stood there intact, and to his left and in front of him, there was a tombstone lying down!
No need to think too much,
Everything became clear in an instant: this was actually a graveyard!
The place where one is,
It was inside a tomb!
Jiang Fan subconsciously wanted to turn his head to see what was there, but just as he was about to turn, a sentence he had read in a book of strange tales suddenly popped into his mind: "All things have a spirit, and the human body has three flames, one on the top of the head, and the others on the shoulders, which is called the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top. If there are ghosts at night, call their names, and they will turn around and extinguish one of them. When all three flames are extinguished, the spirit is in imminent danger!"
end!
Jiang Fan dared not look back again, forcefully controlling his habitual turning motion, his face turned straight forward.
Now, Jiang Fan had no idea what had made that woman's scream. He really wanted to slap himself. Although he was terrified, he forced himself to overcome his fear of ghosts and crawled out of the cave. Staying in the cave where the coffin had been kept was really unsettling.
"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement."
"The earth is receptive; a virtuous person, in accordance with this, carries the world with great virtue!"
After standing up and observing his surroundings, Jiang Fan did not hesitate any longer. He silently recited the most righteous phrase from his memory. Although he did not utter a sound, Jiang Fan, who was sweating profusely and whose hands and feet were weak, did not stop at all. He kept reciting it to bolster his courage and promote righteousness.
All around me are tombstones!
The distant mountain ranges stretched endlessly, clearly indicating that this was no longer a plain. Jiang Fan felt a deep sense of desolation. He was thinking about one thing: how could someone who had always been kind-hearted and good-hearted since childhood have encountered such a terrible thing?
The night breeze was cool.
But Jiang Fan felt the wind was so cold it was bone-chilling, and it hurt his heart to feel it on his skin.
Looking at the dozen or so tombstones over there, Jiang Fan remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and slowly walked over.
Since things have come to this point,
Only self-reliance can save us!
Reaching the front of the group of tombstones, Jiang Fan knelt down. He wanted to kowtow, but fearing it would extinguish the lamp above his head, he didn't. He took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice, "I have come here by mistake, disturbing the peace of you uncles and aunts. I am deeply sorry. I still have parents at home to care for. I only hope that you uncles and aunts can be lenient and spare my life. In the future, I will wash myself clean, put on my official hat, and bring three sacrificial animals to express my gratitude for your kindness!"
Having said this,
Jiang Fan placed his right hand over his left hand, made a slight bow, stood up, knelt down again facing the tombstones in another direction, and then made a slight bow.
The left hand covers the right hand in a gesture of respect, which is called auspicious prayer.
Covering the left hand with the right hand in a gesture of respect is called "inauspicious worship."
Jiang Fan, who was admitted to Zhengzhou University through the liberal arts stream, spoke in an ancient style, though his delivery was not very mature, but his sincerity was evident. Strangely enough, after Jiang Fan paid respects to several tombstones, although the night wind still blew incessantly, he clearly felt that the biting chill of the wind had decreased considerably.
"call……"
Jiang Fan took a deep breath; his intuition told him that he had seemingly escaped a calamity.
Just as Jiang Fan finished paying his respects to the tombstone and was about to walk to the open space over there, he caught a glimpse of a photo and name on one of the tombstones in a corner under the clear, watery moonlight. Upon seeing the photo and name, the mystery that had been shrouding Jiang Fan in a thick fog was finally shattered!
Understood,
Everything is clear now!
The tombstone bears the name in large red characters: Dong Xiaoyu's Posthumous Title!
The yellowed black-and-white old photo looked extremely eerie in the pitch-black night, but Jiang Fan recognized it at a glance. Name, photo. Jiang Fan turned around and looked again at the road he had just walked, the most luxurious burial plot from which he had crawled out, the distant mountains, the narrow path under the secret forest not far away. In that instant, Jiang Fan understood everything!
here it is,
Mr. Zombie!
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