Chapter 32 wedge

In the cloudy sky, the continuous rain reflects the gray sky, which can easily make a person's mood become hazy unconsciously.After the arrival of the rainy season, the rainy season has been going on for several weeks.In the most remote corner of Xichuan University, the old wall was soaked in the rain, and finally fell apart in a dark night. The wreckage was scattered on the withered grass, revealing the vine-covered hillside behind the wall. Just after the evening self-study, in the night, two girls drilled through the collapsed wall with flashlights and came to the foot of the back mountain.They glanced at the top of the dark mountain, and then climbed up the moss-covered stone road.The raindrops hit the tarpaulin umbrella, and there was a tick-tock sound in the mountains, very rhythmic.After turning a corner, they stopped, and at their feet was a stone tombstone.

Weeds grow thickly beside the tombstone, and the Yangwen inscription has been lost in the long river of time, and the handwriting has long been unclear.One of the girls said in a low tone: "This is the general's tomb. I heard that there is a great general from the Song Dynasty buried there. I saw it in the local chronicles in the library. I searched it a few days ago and found nothing. It took a lot of effort to find the tombstone. Maybe no one else knows that there is an ancient tomb here except the two of us." Another girl asked a little worriedly: "Is there a ghost under this tomb?" After saying this, the two girls gasped at the same time, their bodies trembling involuntarily, and there were no ghosts on their bare arms. A thin layer of goosebumps appeared.

They covered the tombstone with an umbrella, and then wiped the water on the tombstone with a cloth.A female voice took out a piece of rice paper from the backpack, wet the rice paper with the rain, and pasted it on the tombstone.Another girl took out a piece of black wax from her pocket and scratched it back and forth on the rice paper.After a while, a rubbing of an inscription appeared in the hands of two girls, like a magic trick. The two girls were about to clap their hands to congratulate, at this moment, there was a rustling sound in the grass behind the tombstone.The two girls were startled, and subconsciously followed the prestige.When they saw what was in front of them, they opened their mouths and screamed loudly. "Ah—" The screams cut through the rainy night, and the two threw away the umbrellas in their hands, grabbed the rice paper rubbings, turned around and ran down the mountain.They fell several somersaults, their bodies were muddy, and their arms were bloodstained by grass awns.

In the grass behind the general's tomb, there was a woman's sinister laughter, which seemed to be carried away, and also seemed to be ridiculed.The laughter was deep and gentle, as if it came from a thousand-year-old tomb.