Although the man Guihuo Chuan Chai seems to be quite awesome in his achievements, his nervous temperament really makes everyone feel very uncomfortable, and what he says is something very strange that normal people will not do, which leads to the fact that Lu Qingqing and the five girls who are already leaving.

Anyway, I already know that this Yangping Cemetery weird story is not true, but an unexpected move by a supernatural author, so it would be meaningless to stay here.

Everyone said a few casual words and said goodbye to the other party and left Yangping Cemetery.

As the saying goes, it is easy to come but difficult to go. It is impossible for vehicles to pass through the cemetery at night. Everyone has to walk on a while, and after the vehicles pass through the numerous highways, they will find a way to take a taxi back to school.

About nearly a thousand meters away from Yangping Cemetery, Shang Yan's mobile phone has the Internet.

Wu Yifan, who had been idle for a long time, immediately took out his mobile phone and began to search for information about the person who started the ghost fire burning machine online.

"Are the authors of supernatural novels so perverted now? How could anyone come to such places to do such things at night? What the person said just now and remembered all the information on the tombstones. I got goosebumps and got it right after hearing this. This is too perverted." A girl couldn't help but say.

Duberen tried to comfort: "Awesome authors are similar to artists, and these people are a little unusual. From our perspective, they are indeed very perverted."

At this time, Wu Yifan had successfully found the Qiandu Encyclopedia of the author Guihuo Burning Chai on Qiandu.

I saw that there was a man with a very serious and gloomy expression in the photo. He had long eyes and a thin face, which was the kind of appearance that was not very conspicuous when he was thrown into the crowd.

"This person's real name is Meng Chong, a member of the Wencheng Writers Association. Hey, this resume looks really cool. There are many best-selling supernatural works, one I read when I was in junior high school, and his book was published in many countries, and he has won this national essay champion." Wu Yifan said while flipping down.

"This person entered the top 100 national author income in 2015..." When he reached the end of the encyclopedia, Wu Yifan's words suddenly stopped and he stopped moving.

Shang Yan turned around strangely: "What are you doing?"

At this moment, Wu Yifan's face was very pale, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something incredible.

When Zheng Shangyan shouted, the others naturally stopped and looked at Wu Yifan in confusion.

"On August 13, a car accident occurred in Bama Street, Wencheng. Meng Chong was sent to the city hospital for rescue ineffective and died on the same day." Wu Yifan couldn't help swallowing, "We started school on August 31, right? That's not to say... This person died half a month ago, so who is the person we just saw?"

The atmosphere suddenly fell into freezing point and there was a silence.

Everyone didn't say anything because they were already shocked by the news.

Creepy.

Shang Yan frowned deeply.

How is this possible?

The other party is definitely a human being, otherwise how could the evil-exorcist talisman be invalid?

Meng Chong, the man who burns the fire of the Ghost Fire, is indeed dead. Shang Yan can find relevant information by searching the Internet on this website. Go to this person’s Weibo. The latest update is filled with comments such as “Ghost Fire is good to go”, “[Candle][Candle], “Ghost Fire is burning the fire, and the fire will be destroyed”.

It is enough to prove that Meng Chong is indeed dead and died in a car accident.

"Huh..." Shang Yan sighed, "Forget it, don't worry about this anymore. In short, just be fine now. Just remember not to come to such a place again at night. Maybe the rumored urban monster talk is really not a fake monster talk to deceive people."

Everyone nodded repeatedly. If Shang Yan wanted to go back and find out the truth, they would definitely not go back to the cemetery with them. After all, everyone is a normal person with intelligence online. If you are safe, you will take risks. Isn’t this no different from seeking death?

There are always some unexplainable things in this world, and Shang Yan was too lazy to go back to the cemetery to see what the situation was like for burning firewood in the ghost fire.

Everyone quickly came to the road near the cemetery, found two passing taxis, and quickly returned to Wencheng University.

Perhaps what happened this night will become a life experience that they will never forget in their lifetime.

...

Early the next morning, Shang Yan returned to the cemetery and rested for more than a day. It was time to go to the cemetery to see the new tasks.

That day, the task of eradicating the palace on the clouds was completed. Before Shang Yan could hand over the task, he happened to hand over it together today.

As soon as he walked into the cemetery, Liao Jin hurried over: "Shang Yan, didn't you call someone?"

"What phone number?" Shang Yan was stunned, and then immediately thought of it: "Oh! Damn, I forgot, I'll call now."

"No need, the people over there are here again today. Now they are in the cemetery. Come and take a look."

"Come?" Shang Yan hurriedly ran towards the reception room of the cemetery.

After the cemetery was renovated, there was a hall specially used to entertain guests, and the old house became a place for idle people to enter.

When Shang Yan came to the welcome hall, he saw a man with braids sitting on a chair waiting, looking a little anxious.

"Sir, you want to buy a cemetery?"

"Are you?" The man looked at Shang Yan strangely.

"I am the manager here. Just buy a cemetery and tell me." Shang Yan sat down and smiled.

"Well, since that's the case, I'll say that my family's ancestral grave has recently moved, and I need a suitable new land. If there is an empty cemetery in your cemetery, I'll sell me one quickly. You can tell me the price and I'll buy it directly."

"Where are you from, sir?" Shang Yan asked.

"On the other side of Shaocheng."

"Ah." Shang Yan was surprised. Shaocheng is quite a distance from Wencheng. Even if you take a high-speed train, it will take several hours. Is this person moving his ancestral tomb from Shaocheng to Wencheng?

This operation really makes Shang Yan unable to see through.

Too fascinated, this operation.

"Do you just say sell it? If I don't sell it, I'll go somewhere else." The man looked really anxious. Seeing that Shang Yan had no reaction, he urged directly.

Although it felt strange, Shang Yan naturally would not refuse to go to the door for business and nodded repeatedly: "Sell, of course, I wonder if you have any needs for the choice of a cemetery, sir?"

"No, it's a cemetery." The man responded firmly.

"Okay, you can move your family's ancestral grave at any time. I will help you put the coffin in my cemetery."
Chapter completed!