"Who are you! How did it end up here? ”

This woman is extremely slender and dressed in a red robe, I reached out and patted her and asked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The woman turned around slowly, and when she looked up, she was unrecognizable, it was actually a skull!

"Ahh

I exclaimed, and shouted loudly: "Muyang! Muyang ...... Help me! ……”

I ran as fast as the wind under my feet, and I thought I could shake off this terrible woman, but I didn't expect a palm to slap on my shoulder.

"Hey, junior, wake up!"

I felt a warm palm on my shoulder, and I woke up sweating profusely from my nightmare.

I opened my eyes and looked around, it was late afternoon, and I glanced out of the car, where a few local buildings had faded away, and it seemed that we were almost at our destination.

The girl next to me was still sitting quietly, and she was staring at me strangely.

Muyang waved his hand and motioned for the girl to get out of the way, he sat next to me, his brows furrowed deeply, and when he saw that I was fine, he put down his hand.

"Nightmare?"

Muyang handed over a bottle of mineral water and asked in a low voice.

My throat was burning with a dry throat, and I unceremoniously took the water and took a few sips, and when I returned to normal, I nodded solemnly.

"I still remember this nightmare vividly, the place was dark and broken, with coffins all around, and a woman in red who wanted to arrest me. Muyang, you say, what kind of person am I, why do these strange things always trouble me, I just want to be an ordinary person! ”

I choked up a little and looked excited.

These things came to me one after another, is it because I am an extremely yin body? I don't think it's that simple, why does Muyang always refuse to tell me? What the hell is he hiding from me? I was very upset.

"Little San, don't think about it. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, you'll be fine. ”

Muyang clenched his fists, a trace of light flashed between his eyebrows, and he stared at me and spoke in a strong tone.

I was about to say something when the car suddenly stopped and stopped on a large lawn of several hundred square meters.

"Oh yes!"

The driver shouted in Sichuan.

We got off the bus one after another, and Brother Peng was very enthusiastic to help me with my luggage.

When I got out of the car, there was a smell of dirt and fresh grass everywhere, as well as the stench of livestock.

There was not all grass under my feet, but a concrete floor, and a few buses parked in the open space next to me, thinking that this was a parking lot.

Probably because of the proximity to the mountains, the temperature here at night is very low, much colder than in our small county.

I shrunk back and walked forward with the large army, while Muyang and Brother Peng followed me honestly, treating me like a three-year-old child. I'm afraid I'll accidentally get into trouble.

We walked on a concrete road, which was twice covered with weeds and thorns, and there were rice paddies at the inside, and a small hill not far away.

After walking for about a few minutes, I crossed a stone arch bridge, and there were more houses around me.

These houses are very distinctive, neatly displayed, with a mountain behind them and a water in front of them, which can be described as a feng shui treasure land for attracting wealth.

There are occasionally some bluestone and graphite outside these houses, and I can't forget to go back when I see it.

After walking for a while, not far from the hostel, we passed an ancient bridge with local folk characteristics, and a small stream flowed slowly under the bridge, and the water was clear enough to be taken directly.

This bridge is all made of wood, and the bridge deck is painted with the pattern of the eight immortals crossing the sea, which may have been painted by the local villagers themselves, and the painting is not very exquisite, and even a little rough, which makes people look like they are in their hearts, and they have a strange taste.

After crossing the old bridge, turn to the right, and there is a very modern building, not an ancient building with local characteristics.

There is a plaque at the entrance of the building, which reads "Qiaotou Hotel".

The owner of the hostel welcomed our group very warmly. Because there are almost no people who come here to travel and sketch in this season, their business here is very bleak, and now there are dozens of us here, and they are naturally happy. Another point is that the folk customs here are simple.

After the room was assigned, the meal began.

Everything here was so light that I barely ate a bowl of rice and left.

There are four doors in front of and on the left and right sides of this hostel, and I am standing at the door.

Directly in front of the entrance of the hotel is a small ping, and there is a small fish pond next to the small ping, because the sky is dark, and the water quality is not clear.

"Let's go."

Mu Yang didn't know when he stood behind me and spoke coldly.

I was startled and asked, "Where to go?" ”

"Eat what you love!"

After Muyang finished speaking, he turned around and walked out, I fed a few times, but I didn't see him turn back, so I followed.

Not far from the hotel, I saw a stream in a few circles, this stream is the stream that flows through the ancient bridge, there are many shops next to it, all of which are opened by local villagers, the folk customs are simple, and the things are not too expensive.

Not long after walking, Muyang stopped directly next to a small shop, and a fragrant smell of sauce and fragrant cakes came into my nose.

"How does he know I love sauce cakes?"

I wondered.

"You're here for a tour."

Before I could finish thinking about it, the aunt who made the cake asked.

This aunt was dressed plainly, and she was skillfully turning over the golden cakes with a spatula.

"Yes, yes, Auntie, do you know what's fun here?"

I asked casually.

"Hey! It's not all the same. ”

The aunt paused, and then spoke again.

"There are a few places you must not go, the first one is the chess and card room near the river, don't go, that chess and card room is very gloomy, it is said that it is haunted, and the dragon and tiger slope can not be too close, there are monsters there......"

"How much is it!"

Mu Yang spoke coldly.

The cake seller aunt was still chattering, and when she saw that Muyang was unhappy, she immediately handed a packaged bag of sauce cakes to Muyang, "A total of five pieces." ”

After paying the money, Muyang turned around and left, for some reason, I felt that he seemed to be very familiar with this place, I smiled apologetically at the aunt who sold cakes, and then left with Muyang.

"Muyang, you can't be so cold all the time, let's talk ......"

"Don't listen to his."

Mu Yang didn't wait for me to finish, and said coldly.

"What kind of deception, you said that the chess and card room is still Longhu Slope?"

I aroused my curiosity, glanced at the cold Muyang, took the sauce cake in his hand, and took a bite.

"Tianhu Mountain is not simple, you have to be careful, I have been here before, it is definitely not so simple, especially the Dragon Tiger Slope."

Mu Yang rubbed his forehead, revealing a strange look.