At the end of spring and the summer solstice, it should be a scenery full of green and green flowers, but the Langwei slope in the western suburbs outside the city of Xiaoluo is barren and desolate, and in the afterglow of the sunset, the dead trees, the yellowing and rotten leaves, and the mountains and fields exude a rancid dead air.

An old couple staggered along the mountain road with each other's arms, and after the last trace of the bloody sun had set down the mountain, they finally reached their destination, and they looked around tremblingly.

It is rumored that this place has become haunted in recent days, and at nightfall, green fires will burn all over the mountains, and the figures in the firelight will be longing and howling.

There are many curious and brave people who come to find out after nightfall, but none of them survive, and there are also many villagers who have disappeared in their homes and reported to the authorities, but this place is now guarded by the Garo garrison, and they have suppressed this kind of ghost theory, and all the families of those missing people have been driven back, and some of them are angry and crying and are even suppressed by force and imprisoned. He also sent troops to guard the area around Langweipo, patrolling day and night, and no one was allowed to approach for half a minute.

The people of the nearby villages who have lost their population dare not speak out, but there is nothing they can do.

Until the day before yesterday, those patrols suddenly withdrew, and it is said that the camp in the western suburbs thirty miles away was also haunted, not only several large tents were burned by ghost fires, but even weapons and grain and grass were burned, but not half of the ghosts could not be caught.

Lang Mei Slope is unguarded, whether it is daytime or after night, some villagers will carry lanterns or ask for some exorcism charms, carefully go up the mountain to look for their disappeared relatives, but they only wander outside the forest, dare not go in, the fear of the unknown always makes them timid.

Only this old couple supported each other to limp slowly up along the mountain trail that they often walked in the past, recalling the route that their youngest son often walked with a firewood basket on his back, and called all the way into the forest.

They originally had three sons, Ah Da Ah Er was captured by the Jia Luo soldiers to be a strong man and was never heard from again, they sold their fields and family property just to find out the news of a pair of sons, but after the silver was handed over to the local squire, the other party promised to inquire with the Jia Luo barracks, but there was no response, and then the twelve-year-old son went up the mountain to pick up some firewood to sell in the town in order to supplement the family, but he never returned.

The two husbands and wives were crazy to go up the mountain to find their son, but they were surrounded by the Jialuo army Langwei Po, let them beg bitterly, but they could not ask for a trace of sympathy, a few sticks knocked the two couples to the ground, if it were not for the next several old people from the same village kneeling on the ground to plead, the two husbands and wives would have been interrupted on the spot.

After recovering from their injuries, the two of them were like crazy demons in the eyes of the people in the village, like two ghosts wandering up and down the mountain every day to find them.

The cool night breeze blew the two of them in shabby clothes with multiple patches, and their rickety bodies trembled and raised the papier-mâché lanterns in their hands.

The old man lit the fire, lit the candle inside, and whispered, "You will hold it aside for a while, and I will look for it." ”

The night is dark, the shadows of the trees on all sides are longing, and the dead branches are like the blades of ghosts under the cold moonlight, and they make a whistling sound in the night wind.

The old woman shrank and trembled, and her hands holding the lantern trembled, "Li'er, my mother is here, if you have a spirit, come back to my mother's side quickly!"

"What are you talking about, Li Erfu has a big life, he will be fine, he must just be lost in the mountains!"

The old woman whimpered and grabbed her husband's hand: "But, but, it's been half a month, why are they all back! Woo..."

The old man's heart ached, he grabbed his wife's hand and persuaded softly: "Don't cry, no matter life or death, we must find him!"

As he spoke, the two of them walked towards the depths of the forest step by step.

"Old woman, look, there's light over there?" The old man suddenly saw a cluster of light flashing behind a tree in front of him on the left, which was not as green as the rumors, perhaps because his old eyes were dizzy and he couldn't see clearly, so he couldn't help but move towards that side.

"Old man... Slow down, wait for me!"

"Your leg injury hasn't healed yet, stand there and don't move, I'll go over and take a look!" the old man was panicked in his heart, but his tone was forced to be calm, he thought, 'No matter whether there is a person or a ghost here, as long as you catch one, you can finally ask whether his third son is dead or alive!'

The thick rotten leaves under his feet, the further he went, the deeper the foothold, and then it was as deep as his ankles, the old man was already panting, and the discounted ribs on his back were not yet complete, he held on to a tree trunk and hissed, "Ahem... Yes... Anyone?"

But there was no response except the howling of the mountain wind, and the ground he stepped on was like a swamp, and there was a feeling of slowly sinking!

This feeling made him instantly frightened, he hurriedly hugged the trunk of the tree and stepped forward, but he didn't expect that the more he struggled forward, the softer the soil, it was simply a step on the deep, if he didn't react quickly, hugging the trunk along the road, I was afraid that he would fall to the ground and couldn't get up.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that a cluster of white and green intertwined fluorescence ignited around his body, like fluttering butterfly wings, and turned into a blazing fireworks, in the darkness at first glance, gradually, the white light became more and more abundant, covering the entire mountain forest in a brilliant light, more blazing than the sun in the daytime, and the whirling wind almost wanted to destroy the forest and carry it to the sky.

"Old man......" the wife called worriedly in the distance, as if sensing the strangeness on his side.

He raised his feet high, let the hurricane blow his face like a sharp blade, and suddenly hugged the trunk of the tree to borrow strength, and stepped on a flat mud ground with his toes to breathe a sigh of relief, before responding: "You... Don't overdo it...... Ahh

His screams pierced the silence of the night, and then with a 'poof', he rolled half of his body into a deep pit, his whole body sinking into the mire.

In an instant, the light in the sky was exhausted, and the demon wind also took advantage of the situation to retract its claws in the endless darkness, leaving only the ground full of dead branches, proving that it was not a dream just now.

"How are you, old man!"

In the severe pain, he heard his wife's voice approaching, and he was so anxious that he didn't care about the creepy touch in his hand, and shouted, "Stop me! Don't come!

What touched his hands were cold and soft limbs, and the rancid smell was disgusting.

Although he is just a small country man, he can be regarded as a person who has lived to the end, how can he not know what this is!

More than one corpse, if he guessed correctly, this is a corpse pit, he rolled down on top of the corpse, and the pile of corpses under him could it be the missing villagers?

After the fright, he trembled and groped for the edge of the pit, trying to climb up, but he slipped down after several attempts, and the more panicked he became, and he felt that his five senses were gradually becoming dull, and his hands and feet were gradually numb, what was wrong with him?

"Wife—" He began to drift a little...... Calling softly, "Don't... Come here..."

Just when he was paralyzed and unable to make a sound of despair, he was suddenly pried open by a cold hand, and a pill that exuded pills was stuffed into his mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth, and it flowed into his body like a stream of clear spring water along his swallowing, and the slightest warmth flowed through his limbs, and his five senses were clear in an instant.

"Old man, you were poisoned by the corpse just now, do you feel better now?" a clear Lingling's voice sounded in his ears.

When he heard this sudden voice, he was shocked for a moment, like an old cat with a fried hair: "Ghost!

The old man shouted and struggled to crawl towards the edge of the pit, although he regained his strength, but after all, his legs and feet were old, and the pit was too deep, he tried in vain for a long time, and then rolled back.

A slender but powerful hand grabbed him violently, slammed it on his back, pushed him up, and pushed him up.

Then the slender figure immediately turned over, picked up the old man who was lying on the edge of the pit and couldn't breathe, and comforted him gently: "Old man, I'm not a ghost, I'm just a passerby, don't be afraid." ”

The old man was frightened and in a trance, when he saw the girl's beautiful and vulgar appearance, a snow-white dress shining brightly, he subconsciously grabbed her sleeve and knelt down again, "Immortal, immortal! He's gone, we're looking for him, he's so miserable..."