I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

Nothing to say all night.

But there was a lot of movement.

After a few hours of simple sleep, Yang Shou woke up, only to find that Reba was in a deep sleep and couldn't wake up at all.

finish dressing.

Leave a note.

Yang Shou Shi Shi ran out.

Finally come to reality, ~ there are many things that need to be done.

Can't be addicted all the time - in the gentle township.

"Didn't dream last night."

"It's Zhao Maimai who didn't go to the grave?"

"Or, only in that world can I receive what she burned to me?"

Yang Shou pondered for a while, but didn't want to understand.

Came to the side of the road, ready to take a taxi.

After waiting for a long time, I finally saw a taxi.

Glancing at the driver, Yang Shou was a little disappointed, but got into the car anyway.

"Why did it take so long to get a car?"

he asked casually.

Upon hearing this, the driver sighed:

"The industry is not doing well right now."

"The deceitful driver has caused fewer and fewer passengers."

"Many times, when I get out of the sports car, I still choose not to get back the gas money."

"That's fine, after all, the treacherous driver poses no threat to us."

"Grit your teeth and pass."

"But I didn't expect it. Last night there was another incident of a mysterious passenger."

"Now, even many drivers can't stand it anymore and don't go to work at all.

"You are lucky if you can get a taxi."

Creepy passengers?

Yang Shou nodded without commenting.

"By the way, where are you going?"

asked the driver.

"Western Suburb Cemetery.

Yang Shou replied with a smile.

He wasn't trying to scare the driver.

It's really something.

Zhao Maimai once mentioned it to him.

This cemetery is where he is buried.

"Go and see your own grave.

"It's very interesting."

Yang Shou murmured in his heart.

The driver was obviously taken aback when he heard the destination.

But after carefully looking at Yang Shou, he finally kicked the accelerator and set off.

In his opinion, Yang Shou is obviously a gentle and handsome man, which has nothing to do with being weird.

This place is quite far from the western suburbs.

There was another traffic jam along the way.

After a full hour, the taxi finally arrived at the gate of the cemetery.

In fact, the car can also drive in, but the driver still has final concerns, so he can only send it here.

"Scan the code?"

"No, cash."

Yang Shou handed over the big red note.

This time it's real.

After careful inspection, the driver drove away, not wanting to stay for a second.

Yang Shou looked at the signboard of the Western Suburb Cemetery, but felt a sense of inexplicable intimacy.

He seems to have been here.

"It must have been here, I was buried here.

Smiling, looking at the gate, Yang Shou did not choose to enter through the main gate.

If the old man who kept the mausoleum remembered his photo, and now saw him in person, wouldn't he be scared to death?

Find a corner and enter through the wall.

Walking along the rows of tombstones, I soon found the scene I had seen many times in my dreams.

A black and white photo of him hangs on an unremarkable stone tablet.

Tomb of Yang Shou.

Looking at the handwriting on the tombstone, Yang Shou didn't move for a long time.

After a long time, he sighed and said in a self-deprecating way:

"This scene, this scene, probably not many people will encounter it."

Looking away from the tombstone and looking at the tomb mound, he hesitated for a few seconds before his consciousness slipped into it.

Passing through the soil layer, I saw a black box in a small grid.

"Are my ashes in there?"

Yang Shou showed a strange expression.

Consciousness continues to deepen.

This seems to be some kind of nanmu urn.

But there are no ashes in it,

In the middle position, there is a metal ring.

"this is?"

Yang Shou regained consciousness, spread out his hands, threatening to point out the minister in his palm.

Judging by the style of the ring, it should be a couple ring.

In the position of the inner circle, Yang Shou, love heart, and a vague name are engraved.

Holding the ring, he thought for a while, and put the ring on his left middle finger.

There was a bang.

There was a roar in my head.

Yang Shou saw a bloody world as far as the eye could see, as well as countless dead bodies.

In the middle of the sky, there is a woman, whose face cannot be seen clearly, is floating there looking at him.

The woman is wearing a red dress.

That kind of red is unique, bright and almost dazzling.

"Yang Shou."

"Yang Shou."

The ethereal voice rang in my ears over and over again.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice gradually faded away.

Yang Shou opened his eyes suddenly, and there were still many tombstones in front of him.

"Just a hallucination?"

I recalled it carefully, but felt that it was not that simple.

The woman in red seemed to be telling him something.

But because of the obstruction of some force.

Can't hear a word.

"Gao Minglan is also dressed in red, but her red is completely different from the red just now.

"That woman is at least a fierce god."

"Is she my ex-girlfriend?"

"And how did she die?"

A mystery haunts my mind.

The more Yang Shou thought about it, the more confused he became.

At this time, at the entrance of the cemetery, there was a fat man who looked into the cemetery, and then ran over with a big bag on his back, sweating profusely.

"This guy is finally here."

Yang Shou laughed.

This fat man is none other than the one he met in Hong Guang's home.

After sending the copy to Fatty, he asked Fatty to leave his phone number and address, just for today.

...asking for flowers...

On the way to the cemetery, he sent a message to the other party.

Yang Shou wants to verify whether it is useful for other people to visit his own grave.

He has always suspected that there is a strange meme in the connection between the tomb and himself.

He is a dead person, and Reba shares the soul with the paper doll, which also involves weirdness.

In this case, a fat man who is an ordinary person is more suitable.

After all, Zhao Maimai is an ordinary person.

"Is it really you?"

The fat man came to Yang Shou with a big bag on his back, cautiously.

Yang Shou pointed at his face and said with a smile:

"It's only been a few days, have you forgotten?"

"No no...."

The fat man was startled and almost fell to the ground, his face was extremely pale and he looked incredible.

Noticing the strangeness, Yang Shou asked calmly:

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"Why are you reacting so strangely?"

"Didn't I make an appointment with you to get you ready and come anytime?"

The cold sweat on his forehead couldn't be wiped clean, the fat man cried and explained:

"Brother, it...it's not my fault."

"I always thought it was a dream!"

Most of the experiences of Hongguang Homeland are so real that Fatty will never forget them in his lifetime.

But things about Yang Shou, including Yang Shou's appearance and Yang Shou's name, gradually faded in a few days.

Soon, the fat man would only suddenly remember this matter when he was having nightmares.

So after receiving the news from Yang Shou, he was in a state of surprise.

Until I came with something and actually saw Yang Shou's face.

All the memories flooded my mind again.

"Is this a strange influence?"

Yang Shou murmured.

After he absorbed several evil spirits, even he himself couldn't explain the changes in his body.

At least, he only knows about this strange influence that can obviously affect the memory of others.

Putting down this doubt first, Yang Shou looked at the fat man's bag and asked:

"Here is what you prepared?"

The fat man hurriedly opened the bag and poured out the contents.

"I collected these according to your intention."

""Tao De Zhen Jing", "Jade Emperor Jing", "Huang Ting Jing"..."

"Heart Sutra, Shurangama Sutra, Lotus Sutra..."

"There are dozens of novels and comics."

"There are also film and television works that involve dealing with weirdness."

"Everything I can find in a short time is here.

"Now, what shall we do?"

Yang Shou nodded in satisfaction, pointing to his tombstone.

"That's my grave."

"Start burning."

(There will be another chapter later. Chuan).