"Tweet ......"

"Chirp ......"

When I walked on the mountain road at the third watch, in the gray night, there was always a faint sound of unknown insects or birds, one after another, endlessly.

Sometimes it felt like it was nearby, sometimes it felt far away, and I wasn't sure if it was the bugs that were startled by the sound of my walk and kept running, or if there were a lot of bugs in the area.

The moon in the sky was neither full moon nor crescent-shaped, but rather like the silhouette of a man's face, covering the moon on one side, as if a dark shadow was looking at me with great disdain from the sky, laughing at the folly of my lonely midnight climb up the mountain.

As I continued to walk up the mountain, the surrounding area became more and more barren, after all, the village was at the bottom of the mountain, and there were no people living on the mountain, not even animals.

In addition, from the position close to the halfway point of the mountain, all the way to the top of the snow-capped mountain, there are all rows of graves, so there is no life at all on this Heavenly Tomb Mountain, and it is lifeless everywhere, which makes people feel depressed and even a little sad.

Especially occasionally, there will be a gust of wind blowing, along the root of the ear into the neck, and down the back to the waist, that trace of the chill, always make me can't help but shiver, the whole body can be a little warmer.

At first, when I first came out of the house, because I was reluctant to give up on my grandfather in my heart, and constantly recalled the warm memories of getting along with my grandfather day and night over the years, I didn't feel that the night was dark and the atmosphere was terrible.

However, when I unconsciously saw the occasional flash of ghost fire in front of me, I came back to my senses that I had entered the cemetery.

Fortunately, at the beginning of the grave, I knew all the people buried in it, after all, I have lived in the village for more than ten years.

To tell the truth, since I can remember, I have attended many funerals, and my grandfather was a respected village chief, but whenever a villager died, my grandfather personally presided over the funeral.

Second, since my parents disappeared and my grandmother passed away, only me and my grandfather depended on each other at home, and I was still very young at that time, so no matter where he went or what he did, he would take me with him, which also led to me participating in the funerals of almost all the deceased villagers in the past ten years.

Therefore, at first, the graves I passed by, because they were all villagers I knew well, and some of them were even people who had played with me since childhood, so I did not feel afraid, but felt very kind, as if these villagers accompanied me up the mountain, and I felt a lot more comforted.

When I pass by the cemetery of a few villagers who treated me very well during my lifetime, I will kowtow a few times, first, to thank them for their care for me in the past, and secondly, to hope that they have a spirit in heaven and can bless me with all the best on this trip up the mountain, and return to the village safely with the petals of the flower on the other side that can save my grandfather's life.

After walking for about an hour, I felt that the names on the tombstones I saw were becoming more and more unfamiliar, and I knew that the cemetery of the villagers I knew had been finished, and the villagers who had passed away before I was born were all behind, and the more I went on, the ancestors of the villagers who had been dead for decades, or even more than a hundred years.

Even though I knew that these tombstones with the names of the unfamiliar deceased were inscribed, and that the old cemetery was actually buried by the elders of the villagers, even if it turned into a ghost and wandered in this cemetery, it would not hurt me, I still couldn't help but tense up, and my breathing became a little short.

I don't know if it's because it's psychological, or because the night is too dark to see clearly, I always feel that some of the tombstones in front of me have black flocculent things dancing in the wind, as if the spirits of the dead who were originally buried in the ground floated out and watched me.

At that moment, my scalp was numb, my legs and stomach trembled, and my speed slowed down significantly, for fear that if I walked too fast, if I bumped into the undead, I was afraid that it would disturb their eternal sleep.

As I passed by a tomb that looked much larger, I felt as if my whole body had become a little stiff and I had difficulty walking, as if there were many people behind me who were pulling my baggage and dragging me into the tombstone.

I was so frightened that I ran forward, just thinking about getting out of this palpitating graveyard as soon as possible.

"Smack!"

"Shh

"Whoa...... Puff ...... Woohoo ......"

Just as I was walking forward quickly with a nervous expression, I didn't expect a light behind me, and suddenly there was a crisp tearing sound and the sound of something rolling.

Suddenly, I was also taken aback.

However, I quickly realized that the baggage wrapped around my body must have dispersed, and the contents rolled to the ground, which made such a sound.

This can't help but remind me of the terrifying feeling of many people dragging my baggage before, which made me nervously stop, hesitating whether to turn around and see, or simply continue to run forward.

"Fluttering Ridge...... Bang bang ......"

When I was trying to guess what might be going on behind me, and when I hesitated, I heard some birds or small flying insects in the nearby grass scatter and fly, and some of them flew in a hurry, and even hit my face and body, which made me break out in a cold sweat.

I instinctively covered my face with my hands to prevent me from being hit or bitten by something.

When it finally fell silent, I carefully lowered the arm that was blocking my face, and after making sure that nothing frightened me appeared in front of me, I slowly turned to look behind me.

At this moment, I just want to know what happened just now, why did my baggage disperse for no reason?

If it weren't for the fact that I felt that I had in my baggage the tarpaulin that I used to wrap the petals of the other side, I would probably have continued to rush forward with my head shutting down without hesitation.

Because I know that if the tarpaulin is lost, if I reach the top of the snow-capped mountain and find the petals of the flower on the other side, what will I use to collect it?

If I can't wrap the fragile petals of the other side flower, it will be difficult for me to bring them back to the village intact, and my grandfather will lose the chance to live again.

And I will never allow this to happen, so for me, no matter how scared I am, I can't easily give up the oilcloth in my baggage, even if the dry food is gone, and the oilcloth must not have any mistakes.

Thinking of this, I also started to turn around, in the process of slowly turning, I felt that time passed so slowly, and the night around me was also darker, as if any place I looked at, it gave people a very hideous feeling.

I even had the illusion that there was a pair of invisible eyes nearby staring at me, and the faces around these eyes made me even more unimaginable.

When I finally turned my head to look behind me, in the dim moonlight, I saw that the ground was indeed littered with the contents of my baggage.

And one end of my burden was still on my shoulders, and the other end was a big gap, and I realized that it was not that I had not tied the burden before, but that the burden had been torn.

However, I have the impression that I carefully checked the baggage before going out, and there were absolutely no holes, and the contents were only some oilcloths and a small amount of dry food, and there was nothing too heavy or sharp in it.

Because I knew that my trip was just to go up the mountain to find the petals of the flower on the other side, and I was not going to Beijing to take the exam, and once I got the petals of the flower on the other side, I would go down the mountain and return to the village, and I didn't plan to walk outside for a long time, so I didn't prepare too many salutes to go out of the house at all.

I didn't even bring the broken silver that my grandfather specially prepared for me, after all, I knew that I might not be able to come back alive, not to mention that I couldn't buy anything on the mountain, so it didn't make much sense to take it with me.

With this doubt, I squatted down and looked at the food and tarpaulins scattered on the ground, and found that the tarpaulins were safe and sound, and as for the food, most of them could still be eaten, so I was a lot more relieved.

Then, I took off the burden from my shoulders and untied it on the ground to see what had torn my burden apart.

It turned out that there seemed to be a broken blood-colored pattern at the breach of the baggage, so I curiously slowly put the breach together and restored the gap.

The moment I recovered, I was stunned!

What I didn't expect was that I saw that the pattern of the breach I had restored was actually the appearance of a blood-colored flower, and this pattern was all too familiar to me.

Because after the death of the young man who secretly went up the mountain before, there was such a blood-colored flower pattern on the soles of his feet.

I stretched out my finger and gently touched the blood-colored flower pattern, and found that the blood stains on it were still wet and even a little warm.

It was as if it had been drawn with freshly shed blood from a living person, and it couldn't help but make me feel creepy.

Especially when I am still in a deserted cemetery, and it is a dark and silent midnight, how can I not be confused.

Instinctively, I threw out the bag with the blood-colored flower pattern in my hand, and just as I was thinking about how to tie up the oilcloth on the ground without the burden and carry it with me to leave the panicked area, I heard a slight footstep.

It was as if someone was stepping on a dead leaf on the ground, slowly walking towards me from the road I had come from.

I instantly brought my heart to my throat again, and instinctively looked back in the direction where the sound was coming from.

Fortunately, the moon was out of the clouds, so the visibility was much better, and as the sound of footsteps rose and fell, I saw the leaves scattered on the ground not far away, inexplicably flattened and curled again.

It was as if there was really someone I couldn't see stepping on it and leaving.

And the direction of departure was coming towards me, that is, something really had followed me up the mountain.

Especially when I saw on the ground not far from me, a steamed bun that had rolled over before was also flattened and slowly bulging again, I was even more convinced that something I couldn't see stepped on it and walked towards me.

Just as I subconsciously got up and slowly walked backwards along the path that continued up the mountain, trying to see what was coming towards me, I accidentally saw that after the snow-white steamed bun was flattened, a pattern appeared on it.

And that pattern is also a bloody flower pattern!

At that moment, I knew that I must not let this invisible thing get close to me, otherwise I would probably have a blood-colored pattern on my body.

So, I turned around and rushed up the hill......