The ghost knocking on the door was so loud that he got beaten up by the neighbor!

"Just like the Chinese textbooks, the Chinese textbooks of primary school and the Chinese language and literature textbooks of Imperial University are essentially very different."

Jiang Yan suppressed the idea of ​​checking the "Great Golden Light Mantra" immediately.

Worried that something might happen to Xiao Yingying, his spiritual consciousness followed Xiao Yingying all the time.

It was late at night, and the night was deep inside the Nancheng Cemetery, and the traffic was quiet.

In the huge cemetery, apart from the towering heroic statues, there were only flowers and plants swaying in the night wind. Even the butterflies seemed to be aware of the hidden crisis in the cemetery and fled quietly.

Da Da Da~~~

Xiao Yingying's small shoes stepped on the cement road, transmitting the only sound in the entire cemetery.

Pah~~

Running too fast.

She even fell down.

This scene directly made the heroic spirits in the surrounding statues feel distressed.

"Why is this little girl back again? What is she doing in the cemetery in the middle of the night? Doesn't Old Sun care?"

"Ouch, how did she fall? I'm so sad. She's not in good health anyway. Don't hurt her."

"Did she drop something? Why didn't Old Sun accompany her?"

In the past year, Sun Weiguo would bring Xiao Yingying here to play almost every evening.

The heroes in the cemetery have long regarded Xiao Yingying as their own treasure. How could they bear to let her run away like this?

It's a pity that they can't leave the statue.

The heroes are different from the evil spirits.

The evil spirits are evil and beyond the law of nature. Basically, most of them appear in places full of evil thoughts.

The heroes are the condensation of the spirit of national faith, shaped into statues, and the beliefs of those people at that time are placed on them.

To a certain extent, they are the brave warriors at that time, and they are also the combination of the patriotic beliefs of countless people.

In this place, they receive the nourishment of national beliefs, and they are also feeding back the fortune of the country and nation.

But... they are still restricted by the rules of heaven and earth.

Under the rules of heaven and earth, when a person dies, the light goes out, and the soul disappears.

It's just a matter of time.

If the heroic souls leave the statue, they will re-enter the rules of heaven and earth, and it's only a matter of time before they disappear.

So.

Even if they feel distressed, they can only watch Xiao Yingying get up little by little, bend over, and pat her knees with her little hands.

It's not that they are afraid of death.

The heroic souls know that they have become the carriers of the national destiny and the soul of the people. It concerns these hundreds of millions of people and thousands of years of land, and there must be no mistakes.

Xiao Yingying blinked her big watery eyes.

She found something very magical.

Every time she fell in the past, she would almost always bump and bleed, or she would get sick. .

But this time.

She fell very hard.

But she didn't feel any pain at all, and there was no wound on her knees, not to mention the dust.

"Thank you, big brother!" Xiao Yingying smiled sweetly.

She stood up and ran to the middle of the standing statues.

Two little hands waved in the air, trying to attract the attention of all the uncles and aunts.

"Good evening, uncle~!!" Xiao Yingying touched each statue and shouted sweetly.

"Good evening, uncle."

There are a total of seventy-two statues here.

She carefully read the life stories of the heroes written under each statue. The older ones were called uncles, and the younger ones were called uncles.

She did not miss any statue.

The heroes who were placed on the statues smiled with great relief.

"Oh, this little girl is really sensible. I like her so much."

"How did Old Sun, who has a bad temper, raise such a well-behaved girl? I really want to hug her."

"Hahaha, you old guys, did you hear that? Xiao Yingying called me uncle. Those who are called uncle, remember to call me grandpa in the future."

After a circle.

Xiao Yingying's head was covered with fine beads of sweat.

She wiped her chubby little hand, smiled, and said loudly to all the statues: "Uncles, Uncle Zhao said that there will be an earthquake in the cemetery. You have to run far away, understand!?"

Little Yingying didn't know what an earthquake was.

Anyway, she just knew that it would hurt a lot.

The smiling heroes suddenly looked cold.

"Earthquake? South City is not an earthquake zone, where does the earthquake come from?"

"No, this is really possible. The cemetery is always crowded with tourists at night. Look tonight, is there anyone?"

"Little Yingying came here specially, and she has never lied. It seems that there is a problem."

All the heroes were keenly aware that something was wrong.

If there was an earthquake, it must be man-made.

Jiang Yan was also a little surprised.

I didn't expect the authorities to come up with a reason for the earthquake.

It seems that there are capable people in the authorities. They probably knew in advance that something big was going to happen in the South City Cemetery.

"Where is the problem...?"

Jiang Yan frowned slightly.

His innate spiritual consciousness, like a net spread out, carefully searched the entire cemetery.

After a while.

Finally, combining the extreme sharpness of the innate spiritual consciousness and the cave, he captured the key.

It was a kimono buried underground by someone unknown.

Jiang Yan used his innate spiritual consciousness to take a closer look.

He was a little shocked.

This blood-stained woman's kimono was buried four feet below.

Very precise and accurate.

Not a cent more, not a cent less.

This is definitely intentional. In the Sakura Country, four is the first number associated with death!

Moreover, the location of the burial is also very particular.

Even though Jiang Yan is not good at Feng Shui, from the perspective of the innate Yuanshen, the burial location is exactly the center of the cemetery. On the ground, there is a sculpture of faith symbolizing Kyushu, and the names of all the heroes are gathered here for people to pay tribute.

"It was definitely buried before the construction of the cemetery." Jiang Yan's eyes were cold and he could see that there was no trace of subsequent changes in the cement on the ground.

The only explanation is that this kimono was deliberately placed in a place symbolizing death when the cemetery was built.

And it is very obscure.

If it weren't for the innate Yuanshen and the Dongxu Tongyou, it would be impossible to find its existence with the spiritual consciousness of knowing fate.

After midnight.

There was movement on this bloody kimono.

The bloodstains that had been dry for many years and looked like brown spots, now...

turned bright red again.

This kimono, like a person, kept oozing blood, Jiang Yan could even smell the blood on it.

Jiang Yan did not stop it.

The innate soul was in the void.

He also discovered that outside the entire cemetery, under the ground, there were iron nails buried one by one.

These were not ordinary iron nails.

They were clearly the blades of the knives used by the samurai of the Sakura Country in the past.