Some things you can’t tell anyone.

So you can only do it yourself.

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On this day, the smoke and rain, the mountain is quiet, and the arrival of a group of passers-by breaks this quiet.

They came to a tomb and stopped.

The girl who led the way, wearing a raincoat, and a slightly pallided cheek under the hood, pointed expressionlessly to the man she had brought to herself and said, "Clow this grave away."

“Is this really cut?”The men who came with him, each carrying a shovel, looked like a group of big and old coarse, but when they came to the tomb, they showed a timid expression: "Before you hired us, you did not say that you want to dig the grave!" 」

The girl said, "A further thousand."

"This..." Some people are excited, but some people are not at ease, "this is not a matter of money and money, girl, look at your age is not very big, what is you lying in this tomb?"Can you do the Lord to open the grave?If it disturbs the rest of the dead, what will you do?”

The girl looked at him coldly and said, “Two thousand to buy you, shut up, okay?”

“No, not yet.”Some people insist on saying: "This kind of digging people's grave is too deplorable, how can we sell our conscience for a little money to do such a deed?"If you and you can’t tell why you’re digging this man’s grave, we can’t start!”

The girl said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you do it against your conscience.”This man is my relative, and I have dug up his grave, and there is something to do.”

"But you are not too old, and digging a grave is so important, can you do it to the Lord?"

"I...I was commissioned by this man's parents, so rest assured."

“Really?”

“What shall I do if I dig his grave?”The girl said.

“What are you doing in the grave?“Should I move the grave?”

“You’re right to dig.”

“You understand first.”

The girl was silent for a moment, only to say: "My aunt is 70 years old this year, some time ago has been having a nightmare, dreaming of her son, that is, my cousin To dream to her, said that he is not comfortable sleeping in the ground, want to turn over, so ask my aunt to help him turn over."But my aunt was old and inconvenient to move, so I could only call my good-relational little boy to do it.Hew the tomb, and I turn my cousin, and you will rebuild it, and the dead will be laid back at peace.”

Someone asked, “But why you?”You say that this person is your cousin, cousin relationship is far away, if the woman wants to turn over her son and let her family come, why is it your cousin?"

The girl was silent again, as if he was thinking, half-sun, and said, "Because of the eight words."After my aunt dreamed of her son's dream, she asked the professional gentleman to calculate the fortune-telling, and the gentleman calculated it, and finally calculated that I was the most suitable person in the family to do this, so my aunt let me come."

With that, her expression changed and she said disapply, “Do you think I would like to do this kind of thing?”If it hadn’t been for my aunt’s coming to my house, cried for three days and three nights, and when I saw that I had almost knelt down, otherwise I wouldn’t have done such an unlucky thing!”

“That’s it!”The employees were relieved, and after they understood the beginning and the end of the matter, they began to dig the grave.

The tomb was made of cement, so it had to be drilled and the girl retreated to the side, silently waiting for the moment when they had hecuted the tomb.

This girl is ice cream.

She finally decided to come.

But she did not dare to tell anyone what she was going to do, so she secretly hired a group of migrant workers, and at the beginning, she did not tell them what to do, because when normal people heard that they were going to dig graves, how could they take over such work?

So she decided to cut first and then play, the migrant workers are taken to the graves, the migrant workers know that they are here today to do what, but regret has been too late, because they have collected half of the deposit, but also took such a long way to the grave mountain, it is impossible to give up halfway?

In addition, the ice ice also added money.

The rest of the story is ice.

It seems that after knowing the moon, Yan Bingbing knows more and more how to write this type of story, the story that has just been compiled, even she believes it.

But the truth is not what she said.

She came here to avenge Yan Ruiming - she wanted Yan Ruiming to be a ghost!

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After about half an hour, people finally opened Yan Ruiming's grave.

A man walked up to Yan Bingbing, wiped a sweat, and said, “Girl, what do we need to do now?”

Yan Bingbing looked at the dark coffin inside the soil, and a complex emotion gushed out.

She had been bullied by the ghost for more than a month, but now she was about to see his true face - and the cousin who had been dead for many years had long since forgotten his face!

“The coffin.”

Where do men think so?

Things have to go this way, do you need to think more?

They opened the coffin obediently.

“And then what?”They ask.

Yan Bingbing said, “You, first of all, avoid it and rest for half an hour somewhere else.”The fortune-tocidal gentleman said that when I helped my cousin to turn over, there must be no outsiders present."

“Hmm.”The migrant workers looked at Yan Bingbing with no confidence, after all, this is still a weak girl, leaving her alone, always feel very relieved.

But the ice is expressionless, I can't see what is not reassuring.

After the migrant workers left, the face of Yan Bingbing was only loosened.

Her breath became rapid, and her face grew uneasiness and fear of doing bad things.

She looked left and right, and it was not until she was sure that the people had left that she had sneaked up to the grave.

She took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to look inside the coffin, thinking that she would see a rotten or half-rotten and ugly corpse, but when she looked at it, she breathed a sigh of relief.

In the coffin, no one can be seen for a while.

Yan Ruiming's body was wrapped in a shroud layer, and it was not clear, no wonder the migrant workers could still look at themselves after the opening of the museum, and they did not see the true face of the body.

Yan Bingbing wiped a sweat, only to find that his cheeks were all full of tight sweat beads.

What is the use of fear?

If she does this, how can she not continue?