A Guest in a Ghost House Chapter 198 The Back Mountain

I also finally got a chance to talk to the middle-aged woman who was talkative for a while. Although the middle-aged woman has been mocking, I still got a lot of information.

This quadrangle was an old house and Lu Haitao moved in when his father was still alive, so he could be said as the old neighborhood of the middle-aged woman and other people from the childhood. Maybe you could hide many things from relatives or friends, but you couldn't have way to do it from your neighbors, because you never knew where your neighbor would look at you, especially in such a bungalow.

Although many words of middle-aged women could be said in a subjective way and she also added some subjective emotion into her words, I still completely sorted out some ideas.

First, Lu Haitao's father died early, probably just when Lu Sheng was born. Since his father was buried in the back mountain, he often went there and he usually told his neighbors that he was going to look for the position where his father was buried. However, he went there for a lot of times and sometimes, he even took Lu Sheng with him. You know, Lu Sheng was very very young at that time, so it was obviously uncommon.

Second, when Lu Sheng grew up, he never went to the back mountain once. Even when his family went to sweep the grave at every festival and at New Year, he never went there. For the neighbors, it was said that Lu Sheng was weak from childhood and he couldn't that place. Now Lu Sheng was 7 years old, but he still never went to grandfather's grave once, which on longer could be no explained just by his poor body.

Third, because Lu Sheng didn't go to the grave, and in order take care for him, his mother, Fu Xiao also naturally didn't go there. Then this point was more unreasonable. At least, she was the daughter-in-law!

Forth, in fact, Lu Haitao's father was never buried in the back mountains and the one who was buried there was other people. As for who he was, the middle - aged woman gave me a lot of answers, but about this, I thought maybe it was the guesswork of middle-aged woman. However, I thought her words couldn't be entirely groundless, so perhaps this was the most important point.

Now all the clues pointed to the back mountain, where the bones of Lu Haitao's father was buried, so I was going to go there in the evening. As for why I didn't go during the day, hum, if I wanted to see the ghost, there was no reason for me to go there during the day. Of course, what was more important was that although the ghost on my body, Xiao Sheng, had been caught, Lu Haitao was obviously still very worried about the safety of Lu Sheng, so I couldn't go out of the courtyard at all now.

Until night fell and after Lu Haitao and Fu Xiao, who had been working for a day, had been asleep, I crept out the door, then carefully opened the courtyard door and headed for the back mountain.

The back mountain was not far, but for my small arms and legs and small physical strength, such a distance was definitely a test. Just after walking to the foot of the mountain, I felt tired and breathless.

In addition, the back mountain was also not big and it was also in the city. More than 10 years later, it had been surrounded by the city and became a park. Not to mention during the day, even at night, there still were many lovers who was making a secret meeting.

However, now there was no one, because the path up the mountain was full of dirt roads and there were lots of graves disorderly. Therefore, no one dared meet here in the middle of the night.

It didn't rain for a long time and the dirt road was dry. Although it was not hard to walk, it was really hard for me, even harder than going up to the sky, because I had been keeping cautious not to be found. Besides, when I walked out the door, I also found myself without a flashlight.

When I walked on the big path, there was moon light as well as the the light from the family that didn't go to rest, so I had no any bad feelings. However, when I walked on the dirt road, it was suddenly dark, and the dark moonlight couldn't shine on the road before me.

I was very hesitant and then I slowly went to the back mountain.

The first feeling that the back mountain gave me was gloom and the second was quiet. The tall trees scattered the moonlight and there was only the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

Now I thought I obviously overestimated my boldness. Although I had seen a lot of horrible things before, most of the time, I was not alone, so the feeling was not too obvious. However, now I walked alone in the thick mountain forest and the feeling of cold back even made me want to turn around and escape right now.

I took a look of the road that I couldn't see clearly and then I had bite my teeth and move forward. Fortunately, when I walked out of the dirty road and almost approached the top of mountain, the trees became sparse and the moonlight was so good tonight that I could barely see it.

The top of the back mountain was covered with tombs. Some had the tombstones and some didn't. Fortunately, there was no big jar filled with white bones I saw in Hong Kong movies.

Just how could I find the graveyard where the Old Mr. Lu was buried? I thought was too impulsive this time. Sure enough, anger and curiosity could lower one's IQ.

Since I came here, I decided to ask a ghost. In fact, for me, maybe the emergence of a ghost would make me less afraid now.

After walking past a few mounds without tombstones, a grave with a tombstone finally appeared on my right side, but half of the tombstone had broken and the mound had collapsed, as if it had not been taken good care of for a long time.

But at least there was a tombstone.

I walked over to try to see the text on it clearly, but text on the tombstone was the incised carving, and it had the same color as the tombstone, so It was hard to identify. Then I could only approach step by step.

Eh, there even was a photo on the headstone. I was a little stunned. Judging from the extent of the damage to this grave, I thought this grave would never be built in a short time. Besides, you should know that this was not a cemetery, so people had no habit of putting a photo on the tombstone.

I looked curiously at the photo, which was very small, with only three fingers wide. Until the tip of my nose touched the tombstone, I could vaguely see there was woman in this photo, who was not be very old.

"Do I look good?"

I suddenly moved and waved my hand. Then I hit my nose directly on the tombstone and the nose gushed with blood, leaving a circular mark on the tombstone, which was slowly flowing down.

The tears swirled in my eyes. After a long time, I looked around, covering my nose. However, all round was as quiet as that when I just came here. There was nothing unusual and there was also no ghost spirit around.

Was it my hallucination? I turned my head to the photo on the headstone, and immediately I was so scared that I felt my body very cold and I even didn't dare to move. On the white tombstone, I saw my nose blood slowly upward, flow into the photo and dyeing it in a creepy red color, just like that it was alive, and the portrait in the photo had long been invisible.

F**k! I swore secretly in my heart. Then I used my sleeve to rub the my nose blood that was still running and shouted boldly, "My blood is good, right? Why don't you come out and let me ask you a question?"

I stood here for a long time and only the wind answered me. Just as I was about to give up, I suddenly saw the text that I didn't noticed just now on the tombstone.

Fu Xiao died in ** **, **.

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