After walking for a while, the poplar wood is almost used for burning, and the fire gradually dims, if this situation is deaf and blind, it will not be good for us, so Wang Bajian and the ancestor got some firewood. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The big guy was careful to watch around, following the person in front, at this time, I suddenly heard a long and ethereal sound of "Ding Ding ......", my heart sank, everyone stopped, the old ancestor turned around, nodded his ears, and asked if we heard any sound, the big guy nodded in unison.

This sound is like a wind chime, but it is not a metal kind of wind chime, it is in a quiet environment, especially mysterious, as if in the middle of the night, the chant of a female ghost, it guides us to continue to move forward.

Strangely, however, I could not hear anything but the sound of wind chimes, as if I were in a dark passage, and I groped my way forward, unable to hear, see, or feel the presence of my companions, but only one person, and ghostly voices. I had a faint panic in my heart, there are many strange things in the world that science can't explain, and it reminds me of an incident that happened to me when I was a child.

When I was in high school, when the summer vacation was our day of relief, Chen Yu and I would go to Xue Wei's house to play with him. Xue Wei's home is in an old mansion, and there are also a group of educated old people living around it. One of the old men had no relatives and no reason, and the only things that kept him company were a macaw and a German shepherd.

Xue Wei saw that the old man was lonely, and often took us to see him, and the old man liked the fat-headed and big-eared Chen Ji the most, saying that he had an official appearance, and he would definitely be great in the future. (When he grew up, he lived up to the old man's expectations and became an antique dealer.) However, Xue Wei, although he studied archaeology, he has a heart to ask for his life for the people. ）

As usual, we went to see the old man, but the old man was not there, the door was hidden, and we pushed the door in and wanted to wait for him to come back on the stone bench in the garden. While waiting, Chen Yu found a record on the stone table, which read: "The hollow sound seems to come from the netherworld...... It's calling me......"

Xue Wei is an archaeology major, and he is very interested in some strange things, not to mention Chen Di, in this regard, the three of us are like young children who are about to open the door to a new world, and turn the book forward, the font is very sloppy, it is a traditional Chinese character written with a brush, on the first side, we saw some names: "Ouyang Cangyue, Gu Bowen, Gu Boming...... These names will not attract us, but at the lower end of them, a line of words was remarked:" In 1972, I heard the voice of another world, is there really another world?"

Seeing this, the three of us were unconsciously terrified, and Xue Wei's face changed even more, he said that these three people were Mr. Gu's wife, and two sons, who died very early.

Mr. Gu's profession is the same as Xue Wei's parents, he is an archaeologist, and he is the enlightenment teacher of Xue Wei's parents, and his wife Ouyang Cangyue is his assistant who died in a swimming pool in Japan (I heard Xue Wei say that her swimming level is very high). And his two sons, one died suddenly, and the other committed suicide because of depression, and the three of them can be said to have died unbelievably dead.

People who live in the old mansion often bite their ears, saying that Mr. Gu's family has been contaminated by some evil qi because of their perennial research on underworlds, so their lives are not long. At that time, we read Mr. Gu's notes, the content of the record, is indeed a little strange, and later when I wanted to continue reading, Mr. Gu came back (it turned out that he went to walk the dog and forgot to close the door), he saw that we were looking at the notes, and the smiling face was suddenly full of haze, and he drove us out of the door emotionally. After that, he never let us go to his house again.

Half a year later, on the day Mr. Gu died, Xue Wei heard from his parents that Mr. Gu had been chanting before he died: "There is a voice, the voice of the underworld is calling me, I am finally going to ......"

Now listening to the faint and fluttering wind chimes, I think of Mr. Gu's unpredictable words, and a kind of fear in a quiet environment crawls on every inch of skin. I thought to myself, "Could it be that before a person dies, he really hears a voice from another world, just like the record of Teacher Gu's handwriting? Is that the sound of the conjuring spirit?"

The inexplicable voice lingered in my heart, and the sense of anxiety suddenly came up, the sound of "ding ding ......" became denser and denser, more and more weird, the old ancestor pointed ahead, meaning to go forward and see, we nodded, now this situation, to figure it out, it is better than not knowing the situation like this, anyway, since entering this forest, I have already felt that something is not good, both ready to die, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

In the dense forest, the tree branches have become the biggest obstacle to the light, and the wind is ruthlessly blocked by them, and in this windless flow, the smell of rancid and earthy smell is saturated, making people feel stuffy in the chest, very uncomfortable.

The road ahead was blocked by intersecting branches, and only people could pass through, and it was impossible for our herd to penetrate it, that is, the road was cut off here. Wang Bajian was the keenest among us, he had a good sense of hearing, and a pair of big eyes, and he found a winding passage, and in fact, the faint wind chimes we heard came from this road. It's just that this road is long and endless, it is swallowed by darkness, like a hellish ghost road that only appears in the early hours of the morning, and now at this point in time, it will be early in the morning, and I secretly thought in my heart: "It can't really be the underworld road out of nowhere, right?"

The winding path, the tree has stretched into an arched tree path, it obscures the moonlight, it seems very dead and silent, at this time, even if a deer jumps out to scare us, but no, only the wind chimes keep calling us.

What the hell would it be? The further I went, the wetter I thought the ground would become, but no, it was starting to dry out, and there was a hint of wind coming through the trees, like the first wind that came out of the gates of hell when it opened, for I felt a chill to my bones.

There was also a mist here, but it was more quiet, like the veil that the girl was wearing, soft and mysterious, unpredictable.

In the mist, clusters of green firelight floated by, they were like ghost lanterns, shadows and shadows, and they could not be seen clearly, but they gave people a feeling of panic. No wonder Luo Cang said that this is the underworld, it is too similar! The deep and dark tree path, the mist that swirls around, and the blue-green ghost fire, if it weren't for the large number of people, I would definitely be as frightened as Luo Cang. But no, Luo Cang not only saw these situations, there must be some danger ahead, otherwise he would not have become that miserable appearance.

I clenched the torch in my hand and followed closely behind the old ancestor, the ghost fire gradually increased, and it wandered around the trunk of the tree, erratic. In our time, it has a very scientific name, called phosphorus fire, which is the phosphine decomposed by humans and animals when they decay, and after spontaneous combustion, it will produce the dark green flame we see now.

The appearance of phosphorus fire shows a situation, there may be a lot of corpses in the bushes! This thought, my heart beat inexplicably faster, and I can't wait to walk close to my ancestors, so as to get a little sense of security.

Wang Bajian, who was behind me, looked nervous, he looked at the phantom fire with death and cold aura in horror, and directly shrunk his neck into his shoulders. The next way, even more wrong, I saw withered leaves covering the rotting bodies of the dwarf trees, and there were faintly visible white bones on the ground, this was the land of the undead, it revealed a sick, lifeless appearance.

The fire flickered in this dead black environment, and it was infected by the breath of death and became demonic. I can't imagine why there is such a polarization in such a forest. The forest in front is full of life, but the forest behind the tree path is withered and lifeless.

At this time, the old ancestor stopped, he glanced at the little Taoist, the little Taoist came to his side at the moment, the old ancestor picked up a wooden branch, used it to pluck the fallen leaves, and wrote a few words: "It's too strange here." (To be continued.) )