Now we turned back to the cave, because we had already agreed that we would only talk about the good and not the bad. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I entered the cave, I said to the people, "I hope we can find the altar this time."

Everyone nodded at the same time.

It wasn't long before I walked forward. I looked back and asked, "Do you think it's a little weird?"

No one said a word, and when I looked back, I couldn't help but be shocked. The surroundings were so empty, there was no one!

"What about people!" I was shocked.

There was no one to the left and right, and I was standing at the mouth of the cave at the moment, about to walk out of the cave, and the moon was still sparse outside, and I could see the dark sky through the gap between the leaves overhead.

Wrong. There must be something wrong again, out of the cave and look around, this is simply a pure ecological primeval forest, the trees are towering, and the vegetation is luxuriant, and there is a faint sound of small rivers around, this is definitely not the place we have just been.

I was about to return to the cave, but when I looked back, I was even more surprised that the cave had disappeared.

Finished!

We didn't talk at all this time, huh? I was the only one who said a word, hoping to find the altar, but why were they missing?

I tapped my temples twice, and my brain was like a gear running at high speed. I told myself to be calm.

After thinking for a moment, I suddenly remembered the image that the Devil's Eye had predicted for me, and I walked alone towards a mountain wall with a huge stone sheep's head carved into it. The horns were so bent that it was clearly a ram, and it was bleeding from its mouth.

Could it be that this time it's a wish come true again? I'm now inexplicably separated from the rest of the people, and if I keep going like this, I might encounter the picture predicted by the ghost's eye.

However, a very important question came to my mind and lingered for a long time.

There are obviously good words and bad words in this cave, and a few of them disappear, will there be any danger?

My heart was pounding all the time. Thinking of this, don't care about anything else, keep walking, whether there are dates or not, shoot it two poles first.

I turned on my flashlight and walked down the jungle, the road was uneven, but there was no potential danger, and the crows lying on the branches of the treetops only looked at me and did nothing else.

The moment I crossed the jungle, I was stunned by what came into my eyes.

Directly in front of me, on a huge mountain wall, carved a sheep's head stone carving, I held a flashlight, tilted my head to see the scene at the top, under the sheep's head stone carving there are many dense Mongolian characters, I can't understand.

In front of the sheep's head stone carving, there is a long horizontal river, like a moat, and the road leading to the stone carving mountain wall is only a single-plank bridge, and the trunk of the single-plank bridge is very thin, like a child's arm, I think I can step on one foot to break.

I hurriedly looked under the stone carving to look for the thin old man in sackcloth, but to my surprise, I didn't see the thin old man.

"Could it be that the Devil's Eye prediction is false? Or maybe it's not Devil's Eye's prediction this time? "I didn't have a score, but I thought I'd better find a chance to cross the river first.

The river was not in a hurry at all, I stretched out my head to look down the river, the river was not deep, it was estimated that it could not be buried near my neck, I tentatively stepped on the slender single-plank bridge, as soon as I landed, it was obvious that something was wrong.

The tree was short, but it was hard, but the moment I stepped on it, my heart pounded.

Standing in front of this huge mountain wall, I looked up at the top floor, the double horns of the sheep's head stone carving protruded from the stone wall five or six meters away, it can be described as a vivid carving, it is really like a ram out of the mountain wall out of the mountain wall.

"Is anyone there?" I looked around the empty area.

There was a reverberation in the canyon, but there was no second sound, and I walked under the sheep's head and looked towards the altar, which was an octagonal stone platform with many blood grooves, as if the blood dripping from the sheep's mouth fell into the middle of the altar, and then flowed under the ground from the blood grooves in all directions.

In the prediction picture of the ghost eye, the thin old man in sackcloth is sitting in the middle of this altar.

Immediately, I also sat down on the altar, and following the example of the old man, I looked up at the Mongolian characters under the stone sculpture of the sheep's head, which were so dense that I felt dizzy just by looking at them.

I was about to stand up, but suddenly I realized that I couldn't stand at all!

"Haunted by nightmares?!" I was surprised, I encountered this kind of thing when I was a child, I heard my grandmother say, my grandfather was very bold when he was young, at that time the family planted two acres of watermelons, and when the watermelons were ripe, my grandfather was afraid that others would steal the melons, so he built a melon shed in the field at night and slept in it.

One night, Grandpa was listening to the radio in the melon shed, reflecting the bright moonlight, and Grandpa saw that at the end of the melon field, there was a figure sneakily bending over and groping for something in the watermelon field.

Grandpa thought it was a thief, so he shouted, the man turned his head in fright and ran, grandpa was not afraid, so he carried a hoe to chase, after a few minutes of chasing, grandpa obviously saw that the man got into the cemetery, it was a mound of tombs, there were about a dozen graves.

At this time, grandpa thought about arresting that person, who knew that he entered the cemetery, and after looking for a long time, he did not find any trace of that person, and when grandpa came back that night, he had not fallen asleep in the melon shed, and suddenly he was haunted by nightmares, and the whole person was lying on the bed, although he was still conscious, although he was still awake, but he could not speak or move.

And at this time, grandpa saw more than a dozen people running into the melon field and picking a large piece of watermelon.

Later, the people in the village said that it was because the grandfather encountered something unclean, and if this kind of thing happened in the future, just turn a blind eye and forget it.

My grandmother said that my grandfather was stubborn, and he didn't accept it and didn't believe it. He said, "Whoever dares to steal my melons, I will not spare him."

It was the sixties and seventies, when the population was small, and some strange things often happened in the countryside, but my grandfather was also young and vigorous at that time, and no one was convinced, so he obeyed Chairman Mao.

When my grandmother told me about this, I imagined my grandfather's appearance with a wistful face, but unfortunately I had never seen a photo of him, and the older generation in the village also said that my grandfather and the second grandfather looked very different.

At this moment, I am also haunted by nightmares, sitting on this altar unable to move, unable to speak, which makes me anxious.

There was a ticking sound overhead, and I felt that the top of my head seemed to be wet, and when the liquid flowed from my forehead to my face, I suddenly realized that it was blood!

It must be blood coming out of the sheep's mouth!

I'm not going to be sacrificed to the altar, am I? As soon as this frightening thought came to me, I felt like my whole body was beginning to collapse, and I didn't even have the strength to open my eyelids, and the blood on the top of my head dripped more and more quickly, and in a short time soaked all my clothes. Intestinal dough carrying.

And what I couldn't understand the most was that after the blood dripped on my body, it was like sulfuric acid, and all the clothes on my upper body were corroded. When I was barebacked, there was a sizzling sound when the blood flowed on the two dragon and snake totems on my body.

The dragon and snake totem on his body quickly evaporated the blood, as if it had a great rejection of the blood.

I thought to myself, if it goes on like this, it won't be long before I will be played to death, and this altar is the first time I have come here, God knows if the mysterious power is transferring to my body at this moment, or is it ready for me to sacrifice and kill, after all, the mysterious power in the canyon has completely changed.

My heart was crossed, and I immediately bit my tongue hard, and I almost fell into tears in a moment of pain, and the moment I lifted the nightmare, someone behind me suddenly shouted: Don't go down the altar!