It was already evening walking in the barren valley, and when Qiu Yan walked through the center, he looked at the place where he met the old man and continued to walk, and the sky gradually darkened.

The deep forest at night is still majestic, but it is less majestic and strange during the day, and more distant and deep in the night. The mountain peaks are like silent giants, standing silently in the dark, quietly watching the autumn words walking through the mountains.

I don't know when it started, there was no one else on the mountain road, only Qiu Yan and the little wolf cub with half a head in his backpack walked alone, while Lejin Li Mowu accompanied him more than ten meters behind him.

The night was a little bleak, the mountain wind was a little chilly, whining, and the faint starlight in the sky shone on the ground, and I saw those swaying shadows, like demons and monsters dancing.

Qiu Yan looked at the night, walking on the road in the dark of the night with an expressionless face, and gradually, even he seemed to be integrated into it and became a part of those terrible shadows.

When it's too quiet, thoughts come out, and it makes people seem to think more than usual. Qiu Yan walked and walked, and suddenly remembered the girl in white who was inextricably linked to him in his dream, and the playful girl who had been sleeping on the bank of the Foshan River.

At this time, will there be a cold wind blowing on the banks of the Foshan River, and she may also feel a little chilly, because girls are a little afraid of the cold.

Qiu Yan shook his head suddenly, freed himself from this thought, and then continued walking. The night was still cold, and then he thought of the strange look in his dreams from the woman with a blurred face, who always looked at him.

Qiu Yan didn't know who it was, but it felt very kind to him, and he even wanted to get closer.

The mountain breeze is faint, blowing through the placket, as if there is a chill to the bone.

Qiu Yan gently tugged at the placket of her clothes, thinking that if she had the opportunity in the future, she should go back to the bank of the Foshan River to have a look, add more soil to Juanya's tomb, and plant more trees next to it.

The night was so long that the life seemed to be endless.

The night wind whistled and blew non-stop, passing through the majestic mountains, rolling the dark clouds in the heavenly dome, but it never blew away the dense mist in the depths of the mountain of no return.

A few bolts of lightning flashed from the depths of the clouds, twisting like a wild silver serpent, and a moment later, there was a rumbling thunder in the sky.

When he was thinking like this in his heart, Qiu Yan's body suddenly paused, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

I saw that in the depths of the winding mountain road hidden in the dark shadows in front of me, in the deep darkness, suddenly from some unknown place, there was a soft, trembling whimper, in this solemn and cold night, like a night ghost crying, the gloom came over.

The shadows of the tall mountain peaks around seemed to suddenly cover at this moment, making this section of the mountain road seem extremely dark.

The night is deep, and it is a bleak time.

The sound was intermittent, with a trembling whimper, and it looked particularly eerie in this dark night and cold mountain wind, which made people can't help but have a creepy feeling. Although there will be no lonely souls and wild ghosts in this mountain forest, and it is unlikely that there will be any ghosts and goblins who will harm people, but at this moment, it still sounds a little poignant and scary.

What if, in case there are really some hidden demons and monsters on this mountain, maybe a Chinese ghost story...

Qiu Yan stood in place, frowned slightly, listened intently for a moment, and then patted the little wolf cub in his backpack and said, "When I heard it, it seems like a female ghost. ”

"Whew" The little wolf cub held Qiu Yan's palm and hissed a few times.

With that, he continued to walk forward, his pace a little slower than before, and his eyes kept looking around the mountain path ahead, as if looking for something.

The mountain road in the night was empty, and the black shadows swayed, as if strange eyes were hidden in the woods and grasses on both sides of the road, staring at Qiu Yan's figure in the dark.

Although the mountain road is not a road, it is also a trace of many years, mottled by wind and frost but still solid and smooth, winding and silently extending forward.

The strange sound that looked like a woman's crying still came erratically from the front, but with Qiu Yan's footsteps moving forward, it slowly became clear.

As he walked, Qiu Yan suddenly paused, and saw a hill not far ahead, the mountain road passed through the mountainside, and at the same time branched out a stone step, so Qiu Yan climbed up the hill.

The hill was full of pine forests, and the night was so dark that even the stars in the sky were blocked, and the gentle and poignant cry seemed to turn a corner, as if it had come down from the mountain.

The cold wind blew, the pine waves gusted, and the darkness stared silently at the autumn words on the mountain road.

Qiu Yan glanced towards the hill, and then continued to walk up.

The crying gradually became clearer, but the darkness around became thicker and thicker, and it didn't take long for Qiu Yan, who was walking on the stone steps, to see a pavilion halfway up the mountain, and there was a plaque outside the pavilion, but the surrounding darkness was dim and the words on it could not be seen clearly. But the most terrifying thing is that at this moment, in the middle of the pavilion, there is a figure sitting at the stone table in it, with his back to Qiu Yan, and the long-haired shawl is a woman, with a slight shrug on her shoulders, and there are bursts of soft sobs.

When a mountain wind quietly blew by, sweeping up the strands of black hair, revealing the miserable white cheeks and skin of the 'female ghost', it seemed that even the air was frozen.

The little wolf cub suddenly howled, and immediately retracted its head into its rucksack, not moving.

Qiu Yan was also trembling, but seeing that this scene was making up for some fragments of Juanya, his heart was touched, and then he became inexplicably angry. "Hey!"

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the pavilion, with a hint of impatience, and instantly broke the gloomy atmosphere, and then I saw a figure step in, complaining very unceremoniously to the 'female ghost'. "It's scary to howl here in the middle of the night, are you brainy?"

"Ahh Lots of snakes... Don't come here!

"Are ghosts afraid of snakes?" Qiu Yan snorted angrily, and casually hit the lighter he was carrying.

The moment the firelight lit up, it illuminated the faces of the two people in the pavilion. The woman on the other side flashed there with a frightened face, and after a while, the expression on her face first froze, and then showed a somewhat incredible look, and she was stunned: "Qiu, Qiuyan.."

In just a moment, the woman plunged into Qiu Yan's chest and cried loudly, as if Qiu Yan's embrace was the only shelter in the world.

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