The jar rolled in front of Zhuo Yiwen, Zhuo Yiwen turned his head and ran into the ghost woman, and felt that it was hard and cold and chilling, the ghost woman's eyes were hollow and seemed to have moved to kill, and her mouth said coldly, 'Go or not go', Zhuo Yiwen saw that the situation was unforgiving, and he didn't dare to slack off and couldn't help but show weakness, "Go and go, horizontal and vertical is death and let it be", the ghost woman did not answer and signaled Zhuo Yiwen to lead the way, Zhuo Yiwen followed suit, the ghost woman suddenly turned her head and stared at the strange altar, was silent for a long time, and raised her dry arm.

There was a whirlwind on the flat ground, the whistling sound was endless, and suddenly there was a bang, the jar cracked, and a skeleton rolled out of the bones, and the air suddenly came out of the nostrilous sandalwood, and the ghost woman was slightly stunned for a moment, and leaned forward in confusion and leaned over to investigate.

The hollow head in the middle, a quaint residual lamp, an ancient sandalwood box is delicate and small, the ghost woman secretly felt sorry for herself, and seemed to suddenly open up, instructing Zhuo Yiwen to pick up the head, Zhuo Yiwen was extremely reluctant but helpless, one person and one ghost returned to the sand pit one after another, the rattlesnake in the pit had been killed, and the body was full of sand arrows.

The ghost woman instructed Zhuo Yiwen to continue jumping into the well, Zhuo Yiwen knew that he was alone, even if he resisted, he had no choice but to make it difficult, he stood gloomily by the well, saddening his helplessness, the ghost woman was impatient, screaming urging, Zhuo Yiwen looked back at the ghost woman ready to go, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, 'This crumb is small, the immortal corpse ghost, and the ghost is not at ease', the ghost woman seemed to see through his thoughts, and there was a gust of wind for no reason, as if a pair of big hands suddenly pushed it, and Zhuo Yiwen fell into the well.

There is no water in the well, the yellow sand in a place, Zhuo Yiwen is about to climb up and be suspicious, he is a little nervous and cautious looking left and right, the well is dark and chaotic, Zhuo Yiwen rubbed his eyes and gradually adapted to the dark environment, re-examined and found that there are two tunnels, the winding path is very strange, and he is puzzled when he hears the sound of the well's whining, the ghost woman dances and dances, Zhuo Yiwen has no head in his heart to drill into a secret passage, hidden in it, the ghost woman has waited for a long time without movement, and is impatient, chattering endlessly. The big moon clan wiped out Loulan, and the footsteps of Loulan disappeared mysteriously, and it was rumored that he went to a paradise to practice the way of immortality, I don't know if it is possible, and my mother-in-law also wants to rejuvenate her youth forever, live out her true self, and end this ghost life that is not a ghost 'The ghost chatter is anxious, and she can't stop asking, and the Hessian forest under the well is vaguely heard from her own echo.

Could it be that the monster was swallowed alive, the ghost woman hesitated, standing at the mouth of the well and frantically but did not move, Zhuo Yiwen cat was hungry and hungry in the secret cave, and the probe saw that the ghost woman was reluctant, and hated in his heart, but he was afraid that he couldn't afford to survive like this, so he secretly turned around and walked into the secret passage.

It seems to be boundless. It's just that the dark and deep tunnel of the secret passage is getting more and more cramped, and gradually the waist is more narrow, and then only crawling and crawling, Zhuo Yiwen is in the secret passage, and every step is terrifying.

The sense of pressure is layered on top of each other, seeing that the strength is not enough, when I want to go back, I am surprised that the knees and calves are too narrow, and it is difficult to bend for a while, Zhuo Yiwen was terrified of a cold sweat, smelling a strong earthy smell, the air suddenly felt thin, Zhuo Yiwen seemed to faint immediately, at this time, the Hou noise came, the buzzing roar was surging with thousands of horses and beasts, like a grand migration of the vast dust, the eagle in the sky hit the vast sky, the grassland wolves surrounded the tiger and leopard lurking, a strange in the tranquility, and there was a danger lurking in the weird。

Zhuo Yiwen was confused, the noisy voice changed sharply, and the style was completely different from the first one, the wind was loud, the ghost cried wolf, and the roar was long, short and miserable, as if he had suffered from capital punishment, which was heart-wrenching.

Zhuo Yiwen was frightened and confused when he heard it. At this time, the wind in the cave was blowing, the tide was moving, Zhuo Yiwen was suddenly in good spirits, only to hear someone chattering endlessly, but indistinct, the voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes majestic, sometimes shrill and sometimes hoarse.

Sometimes it's like a declaration, sometimes it's like talking, sometimes it's like scolding the street, sometimes it's like talking to yourself. Zhuo Yiwen seemed to be immersed in the scene and the desire to survive was ignited in his chest, he dragged his elbows and legs together in the secret passage, unconsciously, his elbows and knees were bloody, and his clothes were mottled and broken.

The road ahead is long, and the vast and remote ancient pits are terrifying, and the sense of panic that lurks in them and cannot advance or retreat is like a nightmare, lingering.

Zhuo Yiwen barely supported, gradually exhausted, everything seemed to reach the point of exhaustion, Zhuo Yiwen sighed and lost the desire to survive, he unconsciously crawled slowly and intermittently, the secret passage gradually widened, there was silence around, occasionally heard the sound of the stream murmuring, the secret passage began to be bumpy, the edge of the strange rocks were craggy, and from time to time bumps and bumps made Zhuo Yiwen regain his spirits, continue to crawl forward, and finally suddenly opened up in front of him, the air around him was filled with a damp smell, and the breeze was a little fragrant and refreshing, Zhuo Yiwen slowly stood up, as if he had reached the exit of the secret passage, a huge karst cave, the top was full of stalagmites, birds and chirping black pressed a piece, surrounded by nests, all kinds of bird eggs are strange.

Zhuo Yiwen was secretly surprised, at this time, the hunger and thirst in his stomach were unbearable, and he swallowed a few bird eggs alive and suddenly his energy doubled, he looked around and around, a crystal stream flowed by, and the water surface was rippling with phosphorus and phosphorus, reflecting the light returning from outside the cave, illuminating the cave.

Zhuo Yiwen was strange in his heart, looking for the entrance of the light source, walked a few steps and suddenly saw a huge hole, he walked out of the hole, he saw a vast sandy beach, a deep tunnel and a quiet lake, there is a ray of sunlight on the lake, the sunlight from a gap thousands of meters high sprinkled and refracted into the hole next to it, Zhuo Yiwen was shocked to observe the surroundings, only to see that the wall was like a knife, as if it was completely cut from the world above, there was no ladder everything was in vain, Zhuo Yiwen was disappointed, and his heart was even more frightened, the sun gradually thinned and the twilight sank westward, and the lake sounded a sound of water, and a huge whirlpool appeared on the surface of the lake, and the waves were treacherous。

The lake is turbulent and rotating, and the water surface begins to sink continuously to reveal a delicate Taoist temple, a huge copper pillar is glowing with red orange light, and a giant ancient turtle is slowly wandering around the copper pillar, Zhuo Yiwen is concentrating on it, but there are three engraved words, Eight Immortals.

Zhuo Yiwen was puzzled, at this time the birds and birds in the cave were fighting and returning to the nest, the night soon fell and everything became silent, Zhuo Yiwen heard the ghost crying wolf howl again, as if a huge tomb was opened, the clouds and mist rose and thousands of ghosts were crying heartbreakingly, the cry was getting louder and louder, a little deafening, Zhuo Yiwen's face was frightened.

There were two more sparse moonlights on the surface of the lake, flickering non-stop. The giant turtle did not swim slowly in the water from time to time, showing the vicissitudes of life and old age, the turtle's back seemed to crack and click, the sound was dull and distant, and the Taoist temple behind him was even more shaky, the Yuan Yuan turtle probably wanted to turn the tide, and the eight immortals suddenly appeared on the back, and the essence was full of gold, Zhuo Yiwen was surprised, only to see a young talent, handsome and heroic, with a piccolo in his hand.

The sound of the flute is melodious and loud and far-reaching, as if penetrating the wilderness, time suddenly stands still, ten thousand birds are silent, the ghost cries and the wolf howl disappears without a trace in an instant, and the world outside the square returns to a demure.

Zhuo Yiwen saw the changes in this place and felt strange. The turtle seemed to need the support of a huge amount of true qi and gradually became overwhelmed, Zhuo Yiwen seemed to hear its difficult gasping sound, the thousand-year-old giant turtle shell burst inch by inch, the image of the Eight Immortals was blurred and cracked, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

The death-like silence around him, in an instant, seemed to wake up again, the noisy ghost whistle shook the sound of nine nights, thousands of birds and birds flew from the cave to the lake for their lives, and then went straight to the gap from the lake surface, suddenly covering the sky and the moon, and the eyes were as dark as ink, Zhuo Yiwen fell into an unknown panic, and subconsciously hid in a so-called safe area, chatting with peace of mind.

At this time, the wind shook the mountains violently, the wind whistle and ghost howls echoed all around, and there was a huge collapse and breaking sound in the lake.

The water surface is deep and dark and can't see the edge, Zhuo Yiwen is secretly anxious, at this time, two sparse moonlight is coldly sprinkled on the lake, two pillars of light vaguely illuminate the surroundings, Zhuo Yiwen snooped intently, the old turtle floated on the surface of the water belly turned white, was lingering, the Taoist temple had collapsed, and the huge copper pillar was missing.

The temple spewed out several springs, surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere, a monstrous wave rushed straight into the clouds, a corpse ghost stepped on the waves, the throat was excited and hehe, the corpse ghost snake head body was the big moon child, he looked around to show a long-lost cordiality, he gently beckoned, "The demon queen has not come up yet, I don't want to go back to the human world after staying in hell for a long time", the lake next to it is turbulent and turbid waves are empty, and suddenly a green-clothed demon queen appears on the water, and the two ghosts hug each other and cry as if there is no substance, the big moon boy cursed' Fan Monk impersonated me to calculate me, never thought that I would plan to welcome the beauty back', the enchantress said, "The Fan monk is just a flower monk who cheats to eat and drink, how can there be a son who is witty and brave and far-sighted', Dayue Gongzi snorted coldly, "That caused my Dayue clan to move into the land of the yin, and practiced the art of immortality and ghosts, which harmed me not shallow", the demon queen said sadly,' It's come to this, now as long as we find our bodies, maybe we can refine the corpse ghosts of life, but it is not known', the two ghosts are talking, and several corpses are pouring out of the layers behind them, and the corpses are angry and their faces are greedy, only to hear a loud shout dull and empty, the corpses are looking left and right, their faces are confused, the water is shining, a big net of gossip is covering the lake, and the giant turtle slowly turns over.

To be continued, Wang Xiang's work, pen name reminiscences of red leaves. Greetings to you with Park Chi.