Next, Xue Wei said for a long time, and what happened in it surprised us and made us sigh:

After seeing the reflective object in the aerial roots, Xue Wei boldly approached, and he found that there was something like a wine jar in the crack of the tree. Just when he was curious about what it was, Shui Fangling pointed to the crack of the tree in another place, and was speechless in fright. The crevices of the old tree were filled with jars, old or new, as if a woman's belly had been cut open and the head of a fetus had been exposed.

The reason why Shui Fangling was afraid of this was because she knew what was inside the jar, which was human ashes. She once heard from her elders that there is a spirit tree in Watergate Village, and the villagers of Watergate Village like to put the ashes of their deceased relatives into the altar and then place them around the spirit tree so that their souls can rest in peace. For this answer, Xue Wei felt furious.

After the moonlight reappeared from the thick clouds, Xue Wei saw countless jars densely placed on the mound, the round jars piled together seemed to be densely arranged with insect eggs, and they were accompanied by countless ancient banyan trees with aerial roots, like dark, vague ghost heads. Seeing that scene at first glance, Xue Wei almost forgot to breathe, because he was standing on the pile of dead people at that moment! Thinking of this, he pulled Shui Fangling and ran quickly down the slope, and just halfway through, he stopped. Shui Fangling asked him what was wrong, and Xue Wei turned around as if he was enchanted and returned to the banyan tree.

"Damn, Weizi, you're all right, if I'm going crazy, I'll run away. Bao Cai shrank back, and the coolness outside slowly seeped into the room.

Xue Wei said indifferently: "When a person panics, the more he runs, the more he will feel frightened, but it is necessary to calm down in order to save his life."

"You must have found something, right?" I know Xue Wei too well, he is a strict and careful person, if he doesn't find anything, he will definitely not go back.

Xue Wei bowed his head, when he pulled Shui Fangling and ran forward, he suddenly realized that what he had just seen in front of those altars was a small white dot abruptly in the dark, like an eye, recalling, it was a small white flower, and the flower was not a bush on the ground, but someone placed it in front of the columbarium.

"Has someone gone to worship their ancestors?" I asked.

Xue Wei shook his head, he said that he also thought so before, it may be that someone went back to Shuimen Village to worship his ancestors, but when he squatted down to check the facts, he found that it was a few white wild chrysanthemums, wild chrysanthemums are fresh, that is to say, someone placed them not long ago, just when Xue Wei was thinking, Shui Fangling accidentally found that the ashes altar was engraved with words, which were engraved upright, and the names of the people were written on them. At that time, Shui Fangling was afraid that she would disturb the sleeping person, so she knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and after kowtowing, she followed Xue Wei to the side to check. In this regard, Xue Wei was very puzzled, how could so many ashes altars come from the hands of one person? And who put the white wild chrysanthemums in front of them? Could it be...... There was a trace of trepidation in his heart, there were still living people in this village?

Listening to Xue Wei say the word "living person", the hairs on my body stood up, in a dead and silent environment, there are still living people, how out of place? However, Xue Wei couldn't care about this, he said that at that time, he was full of chills, his shoulders were hot and painful, he reached out to touch the back of his shoulder, the warm feeling flowed in his fingertips, at that moment, he suddenly remembered that he was injured when he was fighting with the officers and soldiers.

The feeling of drowsiness soon spread in Xue Wei's head, and when Xue Wei got up, the feeling of lightheadedness became more obvious, Xue Wei reluctantly took a step, he was a man who did not vomit, even if he found the wound behind his back, he did not confide in Shui Fangling.

He endured the uncomfortable strength of getting more and more drowsy, and let Shui Fangling continue to move forward, he knew the seriousness of his injury in ancient times, if he didn't find a place to rest in time, there was no medicine, then maybe Watergate Village would become his burial place.

Fatigue is like a rolling tsunami to swallow Xue Wei, for a moment, he wants to give up struggling and go with the flow, but after all, he is not the kind of person who gives up on himself easily, he thinks that there are still living people in Watergate Village, maybe there is a glimmer of life, but at the same time he is also cautious, in such a strange place, he must have a high degree of vigilance, just like Steve King's "Texas Chainsaw Massacre", he is not sure if the shelter he wants to find will be a place where demons live.

After going downhill, Xue Wei and Shui Fangling walked along the road, the road was not easy to walk, but Xue Wei found that there were fewer and fewer weeds around, and he even saw a few abandoned cultivated land. When he climbed over a small slope, Xue Wei was drenched in cold sweat, and his wheezing became heavier and heavier, and the small dwarf grass growing wantonly on the slope tripped him, causing him to fall to the ground on his side.

Xue Wei looked at her worried expression and knew that in the ghost village, she was Shui Fangling's spiritual pillar, and if she collapsed, Shui Fangling would also collapse, so he propped up his body and told her with a smile that he was just tired because of high tension.

At that time, they had always relied on each other and taken care of each other, Shui Fangling saw that Xue Wei was breathing for a long time, her face was quite bad, she reached out and touched his forehead, and at that touch, Shui Fangling panicked all of a sudden. Xue Wei had a high fever, in ancient times, where did the girl's family understand this, they only knew that once a person was very hot, he was going to die. Shui Fangling was afraid that Xue Wei would leave her, tears were running horizontally, and she didn't know what to do. Xue Wei endured the discomfort and tried his best to comfort her, saying that he would find a place to rest first, and he was still on the road at this time, in case a wild boar or something ran out, it would be really tricky.

Shui Fangling nodded, she helped Xue Wei to move forward, but after walking for long, she heard a hazy sound, similar to the faint sound of bones swaying in the wind, the sound aroused the doubts and panic in Shui Fangling's heart, she stopped and looked around cautiously.

Looking at the trembling Shui Fangling, Xue Wei encouraged her and asked her to face the difficulties, but it was dangerous to stop at this time. After calming Shui Fangling's panicked mood, they followed the sound, and soon, they made a new discovery, they saw many fortress-like seagrass houses, and the sound of bones knocking turned out to be from the shell wind chimes hanging at the door of the houses.

The houses were so dilapidated that they left a bleak feeling of wood scorched by the scorching sun, like a man who had been dead for a long time. On the door of the house is pasted the early peach charm (the prototype of the Spring Festival couplet), and the peach charm has the names of Shen Tu and Yu Lei written on it. In ancient times, the peach wood was called the fairy wood to defend against a hundred ghosts, and Xue Wei said that seeing this, he could think that the residents of this place had been suffering from all kinds of disturbances for a long time, so that he invited two great gods to descend ghosts.