The night is dark, fortunately, a few days after the ghost festival, the moon in the sky is still mostly, so there is a moonlight paving the road, all the way to the foot of the western mountain is also smooth.

Looking at this not too high in front of the West Mountain, Qin Mingyue could not help swallowing the water.

He always felt that the little girl was in the pit father, but he could see her face seriously, which really made people unable to refuse.

Of course, the most important thing is the killer of white.

Retired!

Threatened by withdrawal from marriage, Qin Mingyue naturally only obediently.

Since the encounter with White, these days have been unlucky.

The class was frightened, the class was frightened, the dormitory was still haunted, and now it is time to dig the grave again...

Oh, the bad things have happened, they are already unlucky enough, can they be more unlucky?

He gave himself courage and looked up at the big trees that were on the west hill.

In the moonlight, the shadow of the tree shakes with the wind, like the claws of the claws of the gods, and also emits a burst of rustle.

Not far from the west mountain, there is a small road, twisting and twisting, straight to the mountain.

This is the path that White said.

This path is not too steep, with the help of a spade, Qin Mingyue is still smooth, has been halfway up the mountain.

Only occasionally came a strange sound behind him, which frightened him.

The owl in the woods, and the unknown screams, made Qin Mingyue creepy.

After climbing for half an hour, I finally came to the three fork intersections that Bai Siya said.

These three forks are a glyph, and from here on and above, two roads are separated.

At the intersection of the three forks, there is indeed a crooked neck tree.

Look at the tree, there is indeed a low earthen bag.

In the night, the shadow of the crooked-necked tree dangling, and the reflection on the ground was like something hanging from the tree.

I once heard that most people hanged themselves on the crooked neck tree, has anyone ever been on this tree in front of you?

Qin Mingyue did not dare to look at the tree.

Although I did not dare to look, the afterglow in the corner of my eyes always felt that there was a person hanging on the tree, hiding in the sparse leaves, and looking at myself.

With his back to the crooked neck tree, Qin Mingyue looked up the low tomb on the ground.

The tomb has no tombstone, and the tomb is very low, and it could not be seen at all if it had not been known in advance that it was a tomb.

Here, since it’s here, let’s dig.

The little girl was not reliable, but she did not intend to kill herself.

Although she did not know what she did to dig the grave, she said that it was a good thing, so let it be a good thing to do.

If it had been before, Qin Mingyue would have dared not do such a thing.

However, since the encounter with ghosts, Qin Mingyue's courage has also been much larger.

There is not much land on the grave, and it will not be dug up by Qin Mingyue in a while.

Continue to dig down, dug for ten minutes, when digging to a depth of about half a meter, the spade will encounter a hard thing.

Did you dig a coffin?

Qin Mingyue cleared the surrounding soil, and the location of the excavation was expanded a little.

After ten minutes, I finally found out what was below.

Buried in the earth is not a coffin, but a large box of one meter square.

The large box was painted with red paint, which at first glance looked very similar to the coffin.

But after seeing that this was a box, Qin Mingyue felt not so afraid.

Who doesn’t bury a coffin in a grave, but a box?

Qin Mingyue was also interested in this box.

Standing in the pit, he looked at it carefully, and saw that the front of the box was hanging a brass lock.

In the moonlight, there is a faint sight of a layer of green rust on the lock head.

Raise the spade and split it toward the rusty little lock.

Then he said, and the lock was broken.

To tear down the lock head, Qin Mingyue could not suppress his curiosity and hurriedly opened the lid of the box.

The moment he opened the lid of the box, he was still mentally prepared.

Even if there was a body in it, he would not be afraid, he was afraid to open the box and jump out of something.

A faint rotten smell came.But it was okay, the lid of the box was open, and nothing came out of it.

Look in the box, it’s dark inside.

Look closely, in the big box, there is a small wooden box with a slap.

Is that the box that White is talking about?

Qin Mingyue quickly took out the small box from the box.

Look closely in the box, there is nothing left.

Holding the box, Qin Mingyue jumped out of the pit.

Since eating the medicine given by the old ghost, Qin Mingyue's physical fitness has been much better.

Although it does not reach the level of Wulin's master, with the strength and reaction speed of Qin Mingyue now, it is not bad compared to a strong man with a strong body.

Jump out of the pit and carefully observe this box through the moonlight Qin Mingyue.

The box does not seem to have a gap, but the appearance is similar to the moonlight box on the TV.

Do you want to say “Blothe” to try?

Qin Mingyue dispelled this absurd idea, but after half a day, he could not open this strange box.

The underground environment is dark and humid, this small wooden box in it does not know how many years have been buried, but at this time in the hand, it does not feel that this is just dug out, there is no moisture, there is no half odor.

No matter what he is, it is the female ghost who wants it, and it is to take it back to her.

Put away the wooden box, Qin Mingyue is about to leave.

Just a step away, in the box in the pit, there was a little silvery thing, suddenly flashed a little.

It should be a reflection of the moon.

But I had just checked, there was nothing in the box, what kind of flash would it be.

Unable to resist curiosity, Qin Mingyue moved again and took a step back.

Sure enough, when I came to this place, I saw the box flashing light again.

Qin Mingyue changed several angles and did not see the light.

It seems that only when you stand in that position, there is a reflection.

Returning to that position, Qin Mingyue carefully searched for a reflective place in the box.

It was just an ordinary wooden box, buried in the ground, I don't know how long, although it has not been completely rotten, but it has been extremely fragile, what can be reflective of the place.

Look at the time, it's exactly twelve o'clock.

Look again at this position where you can see the reflection, which is directly in the north.

Up north and south, if you follow the orientation of the clock and the wooden box as the center, it is just north of the wooden box.

Look at the moon in the sky, also in the north of the wooden box.

It doesn’t seem like a coincidence, more like a sight that can appear in a certain place at a certain time.

If it is not at this time, if it is not this position, it is impossible to see the reflection in the box.

What is that reflection?

Qin Mingyue jumped into the pit again, and the upper half of the body was poking into the box, carefully observing the position of the light just now.

It was a gap in the corner of the box, and it seemed that because the box was rotting, the corner had cracked a little.

What's wrong with that?There seems to be nothing wrong.

Because of curiosity, Qin Mingyue took a spade and pryed it into that corner, and a layer of wood skin was pryed down.

Pry off this rotting wooden skin, and inside it showed a slap-sized, silvery thing.

It is the light that this is the reflection of the light.

Qin Mingyue was like picking up a treasure, and he couldn’t wait to jump into the box and reach out his hand.

The outside layer of wood has rotted, and it is easy to tear down.

Finally, in the mezzanine of this box, Qin Mingyue took out a small silver box.