The old man babbled on and on, and he didn't know what he meant, and he didn't tell us the whereabouts of the ghost, but he didn't look like someone who intended to be partial.

The next day, I woke up in a daze, and before I could open my eyes, I was blown by a cool breeze.

Ala Lu, who was attacked by the yin wind, why does he always feel that the wind blows with a ghostly spirit.

My hand touched the back, how could there be soil, could it be that I fell off the bed.

I sat up and broke out in a cold sweat from the scene around me, "Mom, how did I sleep in the graveyard."

"Uncle Liu, Fourth Uncle." I jumped up from the ground and looked around, it was just me, it was foggy and I couldn't see far in the daytime.

"Why am I here......" I looked down and saw the graves, with small holes underneath.

This seems to be the mountain where the black coffin was found, strange, is the black coffin still working, why is the fog of this mountain still not dissipating.

I took two steps, slept and found that my legs were so sore, the soles of my feet were tired and painful, and I felt like I had walked 108,000 miles.

Suddenly, I saw a pair of tentacles sticking out of the small hole in the grave, and the head of the corpse beetle was exposed, as if looking at me.

I was startled, remembered the disgusting appearance of these insects, and quickly ran away, for fear that they would come out again and eat me.

I trotted all the way out of this wild grave, but the soles of my feet hurt so badly that I didn't want to go, so I sat on the ground.

I took off my shoes and rubbed my feet, only to find blisters on my feet.

It's strange, I've walked so much, why do I still have blisters on the soles of my feet?

While drying his stinky feet, he looked at the situation around him, there were many strange things, and I also learned to calm down, so let's be at ease, see what is going on, and quickly find Uncle Liu and them.

In this mountain forest, it is still exactly the same as the last time I came, the fog is very thick, and I can't see a few meters out of sight. But since I have arrived at this wild grave, it must be very close to the black coffin on the mountain.

Then it suddenly occurred to me whether my mother was still on this mountain, and in her current state, she must be wandering around, but I don't know if she was wandering on this mountain, or if she had wandered elsewhere.

I hope she is on this mountain, so I can quickly persuade her, my mother died unjustly, and she and I were cheated by that old father.

Put on shoes and socks and move your feet, it is much more comfortable than before, but it still hurts.

Unlucky, I look at both sides, there are two paths now, one up the mountain and one down, should I go up the mountain to find the black coffin, or ......

I look at the way up the mountain, and then look at the people who go down, I, of course it's time to go down.

I was just about to walk down the mountain, but somehow, I felt reluctant, as if something was attracting me.

I looked up at the way up the mountain, and wondered if I should go up the mountain and burn the black coffin, if they were also there, they should also go up the mountain.

I thought, yes, yes, I should go up the mountain. So I followed the road and walked up the hill.

As I walked, I suddenly saw a tree with a crooked neck in front of me, and something was faintly hanging from the tree.

I stopped and muttered to myself, could it be another ghost?

I stared at the thing, and since it was hanging, it was supposed to be a hanged man.

Don't be afraid, now that I am the purest and most yang body, a single spitt is enough to destroy a ghost.

I was about to move forward, but then I thought that I couldn't go to this trouble, so I would have to go another way.

Take a peek into the nearby woods, and bypass the crooked neck tree from here.

I walked through the woods and went around this way, but when I got to the road, I looked up, and I said, "Oh, there's a tree with a crooked neck."

Looking back, the road when I came was looming in the mist, I swallowed my saliva, this doesn't feel good, it's a ghost hitting the wall again, there must be something wrong with the crooked neck tree in front, and the more I look at the things hanging under it, the more it looks like a person.

Alas, I hesitated in place, looking at the crooked-necked tree in front of me.

"Zhang Chengshuai." Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the mountain forest on the side, and I was so frightened that I quickly followed the sound, but it was useless except for the foggy fog.

"Come on." Another bang.

The sound faded away, echoing across the mountain, like a partridge.

I was so frightened that my legs began to tremble, and when I looked at the crooked neck tree, goosebumps rose again.

What should I do, do I want to move forward?

I thought about it for a while, and my heart was crossed, what am I afraid of, who am I, pure yang blood, these little ghosts on the mountain, are not beaten every minute.

I'm very energetic, I'm dressed properly, on!

Then he strode towards the crooked neck tree.

But watching the crooked-necked tree get closer and closer, his breathing became more and more rapid, and every time he got closer, the anger in his heart was released.

When I got to the tree with a crooked neck, I saw the hanging thing, fluttering clothes, but it didn't feel like a human.

When I got to the bottom of the tree, I saw it clearly, and I was relieved that it was a tattered garment hanging from a vine.

I soothed and soothed my little heart, and was ready to continue walking, but I felt that it would not be so simple, and the ghost hitting the wall just now was enough to explain.

So I looked back at the rags hanging from the tree. I stared at it for a long time, and the dress was somewhat familiar.

I was shocked, it was the clothes on Zhang Mingkun's body.

As soon as I remembered it, the clothes were on fire, and the flames were cyan, and even in the fog they looked particularly dazzling.

What's going on, what's going on on this mountain, how it feels different from the last time I came.

Last time I came, although it was heavy here, it didn't give people such a weird and frightened feeling, but this time it made people feel creepy.

The garment burned into pieces and fell from the tree.

I walked under the crooked neck tree, but saw that the ground was empty, and the ashes of Zhang Mingkun's clothes had disappeared.

This Zhang Mingkun was hit by a mouthful of fairy phlegm from me at that time, and his face was burned with this cyan flame at that time, and it stands to reason that as a ghost was burned to his head by karmic fire, he must be dead. Zhang Mingkun is already a ghost, so naturally there is no possibility of defrauding the corpse, and the little dead child also said that he has already hung up.

What's going on with all this weirdness, and how did I get here?

The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, and I thought about going down the mountain again.

I took two steps and found that my way back was gone, and my little heart was strained to my throat.

It's not good, it's not good, it's ghostly again, this is to let me go forward according to his path. Conspiracy, there must be a conspiracy ahead, I don't know who has dug the pit, just waiting for me to jump.

I chuckled in my heart, could it be the ghost? Yujun? But it's not right to think about it, they have no reason to use this kind of small means, only those little ghosts and ghosts use this method.

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