Chapter 198: The Strange Story of the Grave-Moving Demon

During these days, I have been in a daze in the shop, unable to eat or sleep at night. When I close my eyes, I see Chu Chu’s smiling face and Li Mazi’s sadness.

A month later, Li Mazi came back. He looked more haggard than before, with a lot more gray hair. Unexpectedly, he brought a stranger with him. The stranger looked panicked, had a sallow complexion, and seemed to be suffering from a hidden disease.

I smiled and went up to Li Mazi, gave Li Mazi a bear hug, and asked Li Mazi where he had been this month.

Li Mazi smiled at me and said that he just found a place for Chu Chu to stay.

I nodded, not wanting to mention Chu Chu again, lest Li Mazi get hurt.

"Who is this person?" I looked at the person brought back by Li Mazi inexplicably and asked curiously.

"A distant relative named Li Mingming." Li Mazi said, "He encountered something."

"What's wrong?" I looked at Li Mingming and asked.

"Brother, you have to save me." Li Mingming grabbed my hand.

"Well, just say it." I nodded: "Help me as much as I can."

"That's it." Li Mingming said: "My father is back to find me, and he wants to take me away!"

I was speechless: "Well... you can go to the police comrades to mediate."

"You misunderstood." Li Mingming said immediately: "My father has been dead for three years."

My heart suddenly skipped a beat: "You mean, your father's ghost is here to harm you?"

"Alas!" He said dejectedly, "Yes."

I immediately realized that I couldn't care about this kind of thing. His father's ghost came to him. There was only one reason. It was simply that he failed to fulfill his filial piety and his father was unwilling to die.

So I refused casually: "I'm sorry, I just buy and sell antiques. I really can't help with this kind of pestering matter."

I guess Li Mingming also knew the reason why I didn't care, so he quickly explained to me: "Brother, it's not what you think. In fact, I am very good to my father. He is a well-known filial son in our community. If you don't believe me, you can ask my cousin. "

I glanced at Li Mazi, who nodded immediately: "I can testify to this. They are indeed very filial..."

"That's strange." I was curious: "Since you are so filial to your father, why would he come back to harm you? By the way, how did your father die?"

"Go to bed at the end of your life." Li Mingming replied immediately.

"Then it's even more impossible." I said, "Could it be because of your psychology? There are so many ghosts in this world. By the way, could it be that your father still cares about you? How do you know that you Dad must take you away?"

Li Mingming shook his head like a rattle: "My mother died early, and I don't have many relatives at home. My father was optimistic and cheerful during his lifetime, and his funeral was completely in accordance with his will. What can I worry about?"

That would be really strange. There are only two situations now. The first is that his father was controlled by someone and became a 'ghost puppet'. Another situation is purely Li Mingming's psychological effect.

I asked Li Mingming if his father had made any enemies during his lifetime. Li Mingming also shook his head and said that his father was a kind man and had donated money to several schools. Even if he suffered losses occasionally, he never cared about it. How could he have enemies?

This question really stumped me. I felt more and more that Li Mingming was suspicious...

I was thinking about whether to find a psychiatrist for him, but my eyes accidentally fell on his feet, and this discovery made me almost certain that he was indeed a ghost.

His shadow scattered on the ground was very dim. From a certain perspective, shadow is also the result of Yang Qi acting on sunlight. The shadow is dim, indicating that his yang energy is very weak. Unless he is haunted by ghosts, his yang energy cannot be so weak.

No wonder he looked so weak.

So I immediately invited him into the antique store and sat down to chat.

After only walking two steps, he was panting from exhaustion, which proved how weak his yang energy was.

"Let's do this." I said, "Tell me, how did you judge that your father was coming to seek your life?"

Li Mingming took a deep breath and started talking to us.

This incident dates back to a week ago.

That night while he was sleeping, he suddenly felt someone getting on his bed, lifting the quilt and lying next to him.

Li Mingming immediately felt strange, because his wife had returned to her parents' home with the child, who would come to his bed in the middle of the night?

He looked aside curiously. But looking at it like this almost scared him out of his wits.

His father, who had been dead for three years, was lying next to him, his body dripping wet, and there was even blood on his face. His dull eyes looked at himself without focus.

Li Mingming was frightened and got up from the bed with a scream. He kowtowed to his father and asked him why he came back again.

His father said coldly: "Come with me quickly, come with me quickly."

Of course Li Mingming knew what it meant to go with his father. This meant letting him die! So he begged and asked his father what was going on and why he was taken away.

But his father just repeated that sentence: "It's cold down there. Come with me quickly."

Li Mingming was so frightened that he couldn't say a word and kowtowed to his father one after another.

His father seemed to be impatient, and suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbed Li Mingming's Tianling Cap, and tried to drag Li Mingming away.

Li Mingming's legs softened and he collapsed directly on the ground. You must know that Tianling Gai is the protective layer of human soul sea. His father did this just to capture his soul!

And just when he felt fainted several times, suddenly the sound of a rooster crow came. Li Mingming immediately woke up a lot and opened his eyes.

He was still lying on the bed. Everything in the room was normal. Where was his father's figure?

Li Mingming also breathed a sigh of relief and lay weakly on the bed, comforting himself that it was just a dream.

But when he lay down, he was shocked to find that the head of the bed was wet. The wet water seemed to exude a faint fishy smell.

Li Mingming was so frightened that he knew that it was definitely not just a dream. It was probably his father who had entrusted him with the dream!

He couldn't sleep anymore, so he watched TV in the living room all night. At dawn, he went to his father's grave to burn incense and paper.

But this strange phenomenon did not end there.

The next night, Li Mingming dreamed of his father again. His father was still lying next to him covered in water, his body was cold, and his white eyes made people panic.

"Why did you do such an immoral thing? Why did you do such an immoral thing?" His father said to himself over and over again, full of expected resentment.

After dreaming about his father for two consecutive nights, Li Mingming also knew that it must be his father pestering him.

He immediately asked his father what he wanted, whether he wanted a car or a house, but he burned it without any shortage. He just asked his father not to pester him anymore.

But his father said coldly: "I just want to take you away to prevent you from doing evil things again."

Li Mingming immediately begged and said many nice things, but his father refused to listen and just kept repeating those words.

After finally waiting until dawn, Li Mingming no longer dared to underestimate this matter. He immediately found a gravekeeper and went to his father's grave to see if there was something wrong with his father's grave. ?

The grave reader was also quite capable, and he could tell at a glance that something was wrong. The tomb was dripping wet at the time, and the tombkeeper said that there must have been a flood underneath, flooding the coffin.

Li Mingming immediately dug up the grave, and sure enough he found that the coffin was wet, and the water came from underground rivers.

He quickly burned paper money and kowtowed to his father, begging for his forgiveness. On the same day, under the guidance of the grave-seeker, we found a geomantic omen and buried the coffin.

The grave has been moved and the paper money has been burned. Now his father shouldn't come looking for him again, right?

However, this is just the beginning.

At night, when Li Mingming was sleeping soundly, he suddenly choked and coughed. The smoke seemed to be emitted from cigarettes.

He got up from the bed in a daze, turned on the light and looked around, and found that the small bedroom was filled with cigarette smoke, drifting away.

The bedroom door is locked and the windows are completely sealed. It is impossible for smoke to come in from the outside. So this smoke...

Li Mingming searched the room with panic, and finally found the source of the cigarettes.

On the ground, there were seven or eight cigarettes neatly placed, and only half of them were smoked.

He was so frightened that he knew that it was probably a ghost who had smoked his cigarette. And it seems that this time it’s not just my father’s ghost, but a whole bunch of ghosts.

Encountering such supernatural things one after another, no matter how courageous Li Mingming was, he couldn't control himself anymore and immediately went to the gravekeeper again for help.

But this time, the gravekeeper refused to come again. Under Li Mingming's questioning, the gravekeeper finally said helplessly: "Someone came to me yesterday and said that if I meddle in my own business again, I would be killed." Life……"

Li Mingming was immediately startled and asked the gravekeeper if it was his father's ghost who came.

After saying that, he showed the gravekeeper a look at his father's photo.

The person looking at the grave shook his head repeatedly and said it was not this person. The other person was tall and thin, with a gray beard, wearing a tattered ancient short coat, and holding a book in his hand. He patted his head twice in his sleep, almost breaking his soul.

The gravekeeper told Li Mingming that anyone who could easily scatter human souls was already at the level of a ghost king. There was nothing he could do to deal with it, so he had better prepare for the funeral as soon as possible!

The gravekeeper's words were so serious that Li Mingming was so frightened that he almost wet his pants. He immediately spent a lot of money to find experts to solve the problem.

But when people saw his shadow, they shook their heads and said they couldn't control it.

In the next few days, the phenomenon of ghost collisions became more and more obvious. One night, Li Mingming heard the old-fashioned radio left by his father being turned on, and Peking Opera was being sung on it. When he went out to take a look, he saw a group of figures flashing around in the living room, all wearing shrouds, which scared him half to death.

Last night, he even saw those old men in shrouds playing mahjong in the room, making the room a mess. He no longer dared to live at home.

There was really nothing I could do, so I asked Li Mazi to come to me for help!