That night

that night, on cold Xing Han, chilly wind is blowing whizzing, tomb, smelled a piece wildfire, from time to time there are several more Jiji creak of strange birds sound, the hands of the lantern by dark, always seems to be out. Hu Guohua this time though just drunk, or was it a ghost scared out of place in a cold sweat, this time guys, that burned half a catty knife be white drink, all out down the sweat pores. Fortunately, this is a wild grave, who do not know what age, no human habitation near, no fear of people heard shouting, Hu Guohua sang folk songs to keep her courage paragraphs, but the songs will be limited, not mens belts to sing a few words no words, simply to sing the most familiar daily . Periodicity and the unpleasant task of fears that central to this large cemetery, there really is not a monument of Mourning, in the midst Huangfen into the wild, this tomb is so unique look. In addition to this grave there is no tombstone, the more strange that no coffin tomb below the mound, but was inserted in Fenqiu on stand, exposing more than half children.