Chapter 18: 18: Ten Years of Life and Death (8)

Seeing Ning Huanxin actually squatting in front of the tomb, Aunt Zhang's expression was very surprised.
"Why are you here?"
She frowned and saw the ashes all over the floor, the expression in her eyes became more complicated.
"I... I am running in the morning and passing by here."
Ning Huanxin stood up slowly at this time. At this time, Aunt Zhang saw the rouge box in her hand, and suddenly her expression changed drastically. She rushed over and grabbed Ning Huanxin's hands: "You...why do you have this brand of rouge? This is her favorite, her favorite thing!"
and……
This brand of rouge was no longer produced five years ago.
"she was?"
Ning Huanxin looked at the basket in Aunt Zhang's hand and stared at her complicated expression: "Aunt Zhang, do you know the person in this tomb? Do you know her story?"
"No, I do not know."
Upon hearing Lin Yue's words, Aunt Zhang immediately took a few steps back with a pale face.
"You lied, did you come to worship her? Just now I saw a man worshiping her, this box of rouge was left by that man!"
Ning Huanxin didn't give Aunt Zhang too much time to think.
Sure enough, upon hearing Ning Huanxin's last words, Aunt Zhang's eyes lit up: "Man? Did you see him? Who is he? What does he look like!"
After more than twenty years, is he finally willing to show up?
When my cousin died, he refused to tell who that man was. Later...
Aunt Zhang didn't dare to think about what happened after that, it was a nightmare, everyone's nightmare.
In a blink of an eye, it has been more than 20 years.
In fact, even if you know who that man is, what's the point? Maybe he hasn't left Zhangjia Town in the past two decades, but he lives in this town, with dark secrets in his heart, waiting for the punishment to come...
"Miss Ning, this place is so dark, it's not where you should stay, you can go back."
Aunt Zhang had recovered her calm at this time, and she squatted down and took out the meditation coins from her carrying basket.
Today, it is her taboo.
In the first few years, Aunt Zhang did not dare to visit her and burn her paper money, but then, the people in Zhangjiazhen seemed to have a collective amnesia. Everyone forgot about her and what happened back then.
Slowly, Aunt Zhang began to worship her frequently.
After all, she is her last relative in this world.
Seeing Aunt Zhang calmly burning paper in front of the grave, Ning Huanxin did not leave but squatted down again: "Aunt Zhang, you must come to see her often? Why not set up a tombstone for her and her child and be a lonely ghost Very poor!"
child……
Aunt Zhang's hand shook when she heard Ning Huanxin's words. She looked at Ning Huanxin coldly, "Who are you? Are you a tabloid reporter? We Zhangjiazhen does not welcome reporters."
Here you can rent a lot of money to the crew for filming. After all, this is something the team leader agrees, and everyone has money to get it.
In fact, the aborigines of Zhangjia Town are very repulsive to outsiders, especially those from the crew or the media.
Basically every crew member will be pointed out when they come here, and there are often accidents in this deserted grave outside the town. People in the town keep silent about this, and many media have been trying to interview them or expose the so-called The "haunted" truth.
The residents of Zhangjia Town would never approve of such an approach that would disturb the dead.
Seeing Aunt Zhang's face full of disgust and alert, Ning Huanxin just smiled: "I'm not a reporter, I'm really just a fool."