Xiao He is a young man from the 21st century. Although he does not have a high level of education, he does not really believe in gods and ghosts.
However, after coming to work here and reading a lot of "relevant information", I became afraid instead.
When I heard Lao Dan say "scare ghosts", my heart skipped a beat.
"Brother, Brother Shan...we take care of them during the day, and they are in charge at night. Let's not get involved in this fun!"
Old Dan also laughed. This young man is a good person, but he is timid. It is interesting that he has the courage to find a job in a cemetery.
"Those two guys are thieves who stole tinfoil ash. Come on, chase them away and confiscate the things they swept."
"Tinfoil ash? Can that stuff be sold for money?"
"What do you think? One pound is almost twenty yuan. During the Qingming Festival, each of us can earn an extra month's salary. We can't let these people take advantage of us."
After hearing this, Xiao He also reacted and realized that he had just scared himself.
Together with Lao Dan, we put on our coats, picked up a flashlight, grabbed a stick, and quietly went out.
In the cemetery far away, the two young men in their thirties were stealing tinfoil ashes. Their technique was quite sophisticated and their tools were very professional.
Each person was given a short-handled broom and a special snakeskin bag.
A dustpan without a bottom was sewn on the opening of the snakeskin bag. The dustpan was directly connected to the ground and then swept quickly. The tinfoil ash in a grave could be swept clean in a few seconds.
Most modern people are cremated, so after death a person no longer occupies ten feet of land. It is estimated that they will only occupy one or two feet in length and width in the cemetery. However, the custom of visiting the grave remains the same.
Therefore, the rows of stepped graves are simply a mountain of gold. Even if not every grave has one, it is still a rich harvest.
The two men who stole the tinfoil ash had already filled their two snakeskin bags almost halfway.
"Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu, how much are you?"
"It's half a bag, at least twenty pounds! How about you?"
"Hey, I'm already halfway through this. This little gray mountain is really fat. I think we can each get 2,000 yuan tonight."
At this point, both of them laughed quietly.
"It's just a little cold. It was still early morning when we were at Xiao Desheng's the day before yesterday, and it wasn't as cold as it is now."
"I guess the situation has changed..."
The two of them were chatting here and there, but their hands were moving very fast. Basically, you swept the upper step and I swept the lower step, with an orderly division of labor from top to bottom.
"Hey, this is amazing! So many!"
In front of the place called Xiaoliu, there was a curtain with a lot of tinfoil ashes piled up, some of which had not been burned out. It was almost ten times more than other places, and there were some offerings on paper plates placed on top.
The one at the bottom looked up.
"Oh, that one should be the one who died recently, so there are more."
Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment.
"There shouldn't be so many newly deceased people, right? Normally, most of the remains would be burned at home during the seventh day of mourning, and the last one at the grave is just a token of respect."
"Well, maybe it's a wealthy family."
"Bullshit, how can a wealthy family buy such a small tomb? The area to the east is full of large tombs, and they are all 'independent'. Why not buy that? Buy the townhouse over here?"
The guy below thought so too, but then he felt something was wrong.
"Damn it, we're here to sweep up the tinfoil ashes. Are you a detective? Why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up, after we're done sweeping, we'll go to another place. If we stay here too long, we'll be greeted by the cemetery manager. There are people patrolling this area of Little Ash Hill at night. If they find out it's been swept up, they'll be on guard!"
Xiaoliu took out his cell phone and opened it to check. It was already past eight o'clock. Someone would be patrolling Xiaohui Mountain at nine o'clock, so it would not be long before they had time to steal the tinfoil ashes.
"Yes, yes, yes, hurry up, there are only about forty minutes left, you'd better fill the bag!"
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Lao Dan and Xiao He, who had quietly crept up, were now less than a few dozen meters away from the tomb group on the slope. Xiao He, who was originally nervous, immediately became bolder when he saw the light of his cell phone light up there.
Damn it, if someone can play with a cell phone, he must be a human, and he stole it from us!
The sky was not too dark. Although it was before Qingming Festival, the night sky was clear and visibility was acceptable.
He and Lao Dan looked at each other, raised the flashlight, and decided to go up and "scare the ghost."
However, before Xiao He could rush forward excitedly, he was stopped by a strong hand on his chest, and another hand forcefully pushed him down.
It was Lao Dan who made the move.
Xiao He looked at him with some confusion, but found that the other person's breathing was a little rapid.
Lao Dan quietly pointed in that direction with his hand, covered Xiao He's mouth, and turned his head in that direction.
Xiao He was very dissatisfied at first, not knowing what this guy was doing, but after watching it carefully for more than ten seconds, his eyes widened.
"Woo~~~"
The big hand pressed tightly on his mouth to prevent him from making any excessive noise.
Lao Dan pulled Xiao He back and saw that the young man's face was covered in sweat and his expression was very frightened.
"Shh..."
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"Shh~ It's so damn cold, it feels like it's still winter!"
Xiaoliu connected the dustpan of the snakeskin bag to the appropriate position and used the broom to quickly sweep the ashes in front of the "fat sheep's grave".
But a voice that sounded so sharp that it made people's hair stand on end sounded faintly.
"Why did you steal my things?"
Xiaoliu's hand holding the broom froze all of a sudden, and his whole body felt as cold as if he had entered an ice cellar.
This feeling is hard to describe, but it was as if his body was frozen, his whole head was numb, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.
"Tiger, Brother Tiger..."
Xiaoliu didn't dare to look up. He turned his head slightly, trembling mechanically, to look at his accomplices at the next row of stepped tombs.
Even in the dark, one could still see that the latter's face was as pale as paper, and his body was stiff.
"Why?"
“Creaky…Creaky…”
The strange and harsh voice was accompanied by the sound of bones creaking.
Xiaoliu didn't even dare to breathe, and used his hands to pick out the tinfoil ashes that had just been swept out of the snakeskin bag bit by bit.
"S-sorry, sorry, ah no! I, ah no, didn't mean it!!"
"Give it back to you. You are a magnanimous person. Let me have sex with you..."
Xiaoliu's voice already had a tearful tone.
Hu Zi below didn't even dare to breathe, his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.
On the tombstone in front of Xiaoliu, there was a long-haired figure lying in a strange posture, with his head and neck bent 90 degrees to the left, and there was no trace of blood on his body.
The strange creaking sounds were caused by it shaking its head. Every time this happened, Xiaoliu and Huzi felt a chill running through their heads to toes.
"Since you stole it, then you must know how to use it, right?"
The sharp and faint voice sounded again.
"My family told me to burn these for my use...but I don't know how to use them...you guys must know, right?"
Oh my God, Xiaoliu and Huzi didn't know how much they wanted to run, but they didn't know if it was because of fear or some other reason, their legs felt like they were frozen, numb and cold, and they couldn't exert much strength, and they were also afraid of angering the person in front of them.
But how do they answer this question?
"You go, yes, to the underworld, and you can spend it!!"
"How should I go?"
“Creaky…”
"I have been guarding this pile of paper ashes for many days... How should I spend it... Can you tell me?"
Neither of them could answer any of these questions.
There is no way they know how to go to the underworld, and only the dead should know how to spend the money, but now a dead person is asking them!
"I, we really don't know!!"
Xiao Liu raised his head with difficulty and saw that the thing in front of him was almost face to face with him, its eyes were pitch black, and its body shape was very strange.
His brain seemed to explode, and the fear made him fall backwards onto the next row of graves, right next to Hu Zi.
"No...you know...otherwise why would you come to steal from me...you are! Cheating! Me!! Ah~~~"
This ghost seemed to be mentally ill. It screamed like a snake and its face became extremely hideous in an instant.
“Ghost!!!” “Run!!!”
Xiaoliu and Huzi suddenly found strength from nowhere and ran desperately to one side, leaving behind their tools and success. They only wished their parents had not given them two more legs.
"Lie~~to~me~~ah~~~~"
“Creak…Creak…Creak…”
They were already running at the maximum speed in life, but behind Xiaoliu and Huzi, the sound of bones rubbing and shaking was suddenly approaching.
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Lao Dan and Xiao He hid behind a slope in the distance, crouching as low as they could.
They pressed each other's mouths tightly, their hands and faces were covered in sweat but they didn't dare to wipe it.
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