"One of the eight major urban stories in Wencheng is the famous Yangping Cemetery. It is said that at night, someone will wipe the tombstones. If you go up and ask him who he is, when he turns his head, you will find that the person is actually you."

Wu Yifan was serious: "It is said that it is a ghost who is constantly looking for a substitute to seek liberation. When you talk to him, you will become his substitute until someone talks to you again, and you will be able to be liberated."

Duberen immediately disbelief and said, "This is too irritating, it's not scary at all. It feels like someone is talking nonsense."

Wu Yifan immediately responded: "If you don't believe it, we can go to Yangping Cemetery to have time to see it. Anyway, that place is not very far away from here."

Shang Yan's eyes lit up.

You guys are thinking enough! Take girls to the cemetery. If they really go there, your chances will be greater.

Sure enough, the short-haired girl nodded immediately with interest: "Okay, okay, but you can talk about what the other seven weird talks are first."

"The second strange story is that the death of the anchor on the rainy night. A few months ago, a well-known male anchor died at home. The death was very miserable. It was still raining that day. Although there were footprints on the balcony, the footprints outside the house had been washed away."

"Who is that male anchor?"

"It seems that his name is Sun Yijun."

"Damn it!?!Sun Yijun?!No, I thought he suddenly stopped broadcasting because he signed the company, but he didn't expect him to die."

"Sun Yijun..." Shang Yan frowned secretly. Why did he seem to have heard of this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"The third weird story is that there is a high school in Wencheng. A strange student jumped off a building not long ago.

Do you know that the three grades of that high school were taught in three different teaching buildings?

I graduated from high school not long ago, and the teaching building used in high school was naturally closed.

But one night, a girl who lived on campus somehow climbed up to the top of the building and then jumped down in a red dress."

Shang Yan was stunned. Why did this sound... so familiar.

"Why did that girl jump from the upstairs in a red dress? Have you been heartbroken? Or is it because of too much pressure in life?"

"I don't know about this, but this matter is very strange and should be a big weird thing."

Next is Wu Yifan's home game time. With his eloquence, he became the MC of the whole game. Du Beren would interrupt and say a few words from time to time, but he did not get any big response.

Shang Yan found an opportunity and asked, "Where did you learn these strange stories?"

"A friend said it's so exciting."

"Yes." Shang Yan nodded.

After a meal, Shang Yan thought that Wu Yifan was going to Yangping Cemetery was a joke, but he didn't expect that after he walked out of the tea restaurant, he actually brought up this matter on his own initiative.

The five girls were not afraid of death, and they even agreed.

Going to the cemetery at night is really something that normal people can do.

Even if even the girls agreed, Yang Hao and Du Beren naturally could not refuse, so they agreed very simply.

There was no way, Shang Yan could only follow the public. Anyway, as long as he was there, nothing would happen.

The group quickly took two cars to Yangping Cemetery, intending to meet the eight rumored stories. In fact, everyone knew that the stories might have been made up by others to deceive people, but the young people just couldn't control their adventurous spirit.

Shang Yan sat behind a taxi and watched the scenery outside regress. Now that he had lived in school, his parents would also inertially think that he stayed in school every day, and then Shang Yan could return to the cemetery and start operating, and sometimes it was between study and cemetery.

With his current strength, it is naturally impossible to waste time staying in school every day and be a student honestly.

After a long gallop, the taxi finally arrived at Yangping Cemetery. Yangping Cemetery can be said to be a very famous cemetery. People in Wencheng would be buried here a few years ago after their death. However, with the large population and the small land area and insufficient cemeteries, Yangping Cemetery stopped selling, and Shang Yan's grandfather was buried here.

Yangping Cemetery is surrounded by sharp walls. If you want to enter, you can only walk through the gate. Even at night, the gate of the cemetery is open, just so that Shang Yan and his party can enter.

"It's so dark, gloomy." Lu Qingqing couldn't help but say.

"This is a cemetery, not a KTV. Of course, it's black. Let's turn on the flashlight function of each phone, otherwise it will be troublesome if you fall." Wu Yifan reminded.

Everyone immediately turned on their phones and slowly walked towards the depths of the cemetery in the light.

Yangping Cemetery is a terrain with a low outside and high inside, so the more you go inside, the slope under your feet will become larger.

On both sides of the road, the gray-white tombstones are arranged like fences, which are surprisingly conspicuous even in the darkness.

"It's this night, we should only be here." Yang Hao asked uncertainly.

"It's hard to say, maybe there are people who are as idle as us." Shang Yan replied.

Suddenly, a dark firelight in the distance attracted everyone's attention. Behind a tombstone not far away, there was a violent fire like a bonfire, as if someone was burning paper money with a brazier there.

Such a strange phenomenon immediately shocked everyone. What's going on?

Shang Yan glanced at Wu Yifan, but the guy's expression became quite serious. It seemed that this matter should have nothing to do with him.

"Let's go and take a look." Shang Yan has experienced so many things over the past few days and is no longer afraid of any weird things. With all his skills, he now has more to say besides going forward.

If you don't have a BB, you'll be done.

When Shang Yan walked to the pile of flames, he saw a long-haired, unknown person who was now behind a tombstone, holding a white candle in his hand. At this time, the candles were burning with flames. The fire they saw was emitted from these candles.

Because the other party's hair was too long, Shang Yan could not see his appearance clearly. He just saw him rubbing against the tombstone slowly, which looked very similar to the strange talk Wu Yifan said.

"It's not such a coincidence. I really encountered a ghost." Shang Yan frowned.

He quietly took out the evil-exorcist talisman, and Shang Yan threw it at the man, and gently pasted it on the man.

moment……
Chapter completed!