Uncle in a suit's sleeping bag, empty and empty!

The mouth of the sleeping bag is at the mouth of the tent, and inside the mouth of the sleeping bag, there is a branch, which supports the mouth of the sleeping bag vertically, and from the outside, it looks like a person sleeping with his head covered. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I glanced outside the old temple, and the wind was still heard, and I was prepared for a rainy day. I patted Daoru's sleeping bag, slapped her awake hard, and whispered: There is someone on the roof!

Dao Ru was obviously also shocked, crawled out of the sleeping bag, and was going to go out with me immediately.

I said: You stay in the old temple, but don't stay in the sleeping bag, just hide behind the altar, you must watch the equipment in the mountaineering bag, maybe some villagers see us as outsiders, and they want to kill us for money.

Daoru nodded, drew his sapper pickaxe, and hid behind the altar.

I grabbed the sapper pickaxe and chased out of the old temple.

Outside the temple, the wind shook loudly, the black clouds covered the moon, and as soon as I got out of the temple gate, I was blown and couldn't open my eyes. I retreated more than ten meters away from the old temple and squinted towards the old temple.

But the moonlight was completely obscured, I couldn't see it clearly, and I couldn't care about the leakage in a hurry, so I turned on the strong flashlight on the roof of the old temple.

A beam of white light shot out and shone on the roof of the old temple.

When the light swept to the corner of the roof in the northwest direction of the old temple, a pair of eyes flashing with a faint blue light suddenly appeared!

"Shhh

I gasped and the flashlight almost fell to the ground, it's definitely not human eyes!

It is well known that if you shine a flashlight on a dog's or cat's eye in the dark night, you will find that the eyes of these animals reflect light. This is something that humans cannot do.

Since it is not human, what else would it be? Dogs? It's impossible to climb that high, right?

The blue and faint eyes, the moment the flashlight shone past, they immediately shrank their heads and disappeared.

The rain dripped down, wetting my cheeks, I gritted my teeth, held a sapper pickaxe, and resolutely chased after it, when I chased to the northwest corner of the old temple, I held a flashlight to shine back and forth, and I could never find the pair of dark blue eyes again.

I was in doubt, and I was about to return to the old temple and sit quietly until dawn, but out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a series of footprints under my feet.

Strictly speaking, this is not a footprint, it is a shoe print!

I squatted down, looked closely, and stretched out my finger to measure it, if it was in normal proportions, it should be a size 39 shoe, the sole was basically no pattern, I don't know if it was worn off after a long time, or it was a pair of flat shoes at all.

Following the footprints, I searched forward for a while, and the footprints led directly to the poplar forest, and this dense poplar forest should lead directly from the slope to the Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

I don't dare to chase anymore, in the dark moon and high windy night, I will not be able to do it alone, this is not a martial arts romance, one person, a sword, invincible, sweeping thousands of armies.

Standing outside the poplar forest, the cold wind was howling and the leaves were shaking, and I thought to myself: What was the thing hidden on the roof of the old temple just now?

Judging by the shoe prints that had just escaped, it must have been human, but how could the human eye reflect light?

Could it be that there are really ghosts in Longhu Mountain?

Just as he was wondering, suddenly there was a scream from Daoru in the old temple. I yelled that it was not good, and I fell for the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain!

Running all the way back to the old temple, as soon as I entered the temple gate, I said loudly: Daoru, where are you?

The voice of the uncle in the suit suddenly sounded behind the temple gate: Don't worry, it's me back.

Dao Ru also walked out cautiously from behind the altar, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief after seeing clearly that it was the two of us.

I asked the uncle in the suit: Where have you been? Why didn't I see you when I woke up?

The uncle in the suit said: I went out to explore the terrain.

I sneered and said: On the road, you survey the terrain, in the village, you survey the terrain, in the old temple, you continue to explore the terrain, do you think this is the African jungle?

The uncle in the suit ignored me, sat alone in front of the tent, lit the lantern, and wrote and drew on the ground.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, the dim light of the horse lamp illuminated his whole body, I squinted at the soles of his shoes, he was wearing leather shoes, before I came, I couldn't understand why I still wore leather shoes and a suit for mountain climbers.

But he just wore it, and it seemed that he hadn't changed his suit for months, no matter whether the weather was hot or cold, he would always be like this.

The soles of his leather shoes had no lines, and I thought to myself: Could it be that he left those footprints?

But when I looked at it again, I said no, because his leather shoes had heels, and the string of shoe prints I found had no heels at all, so they shouldn't have been stepped on by leather shoes.

"What did you find out when you went out just now?"

After meditating for a long time, I couldn't help but ask.

The uncle in the suit didn't answer me immediately, and paused for a long time before saying: There is indeed something strange in this mountain.

I asked: Where's the weirdness?

"There may really be a dragon in the mountains!" When the uncle in the suit said this, I laughed self-deprecatingly and said: What the child said, do you take it seriously?

He ignored me and continued to write and draw on the ground, and I glanced at him, and the symbols he drew on the ground were like ancient characters, and I couldn't read them.

Daoru was taken aback just now, sitting at the gate of the temple at the moment, breathing in the fresh air, I said: Daoru, if it really doesn't work, you can go back tomorrow.

Daoru reached out to the temple gate to catch the raindrops. After a while, he said: I know that it is very dangerous to come to Longhu Mountain this time, and it is not as simple as imagined to find the hanging coffin, but I must follow you.

"Why?"

"If I don't follow you, you won't find a coffin." After Daoru finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the tent, as if he was going to sleep for a while.

When he passed by me, he saw that my face was puzzled, and he said: The coffin of cleansing was originally a coffin made for a woman, so only the daughter can find it.

I said that's not right, the local medicine farmer got lost in the mountains, didn't he just find the coffin to wash away his sins and get out of trouble?

Daoru said: Mountain people have their own tricks, they have their own unique methods.

After speaking, Daoru was about to get into the sleeping bag, but she sighed suspiciously, stretched out her palm, and took a closer look, I also looked at Daoru's palm, only to feel that her palm was clearly shaking, as if she was pinching something.

When I looked at it, I couldn't help but be surprised!

In Dao Ru's hand, a layer of scales actually grew!

We were both frightened at the same time, but fortunately, Daoru quickly rubbed it with his hands, only to find that it was not growing from the palm of his hand, but the scale was of unknown origin, as if it suddenly appeared in his hand.

"What the hell is this?" Daoru's face turned white.

I pinched it over and took a closer look, then leaned over to my nose and sniffed it, and said with certainty: fish scales.

The uncle in the suit, who had been writing and drawing on the ground, said coldly: This is a dragon scale.

We turned our heads to see that he was still with his head down, depicting the characters, and I asked, "How can you be sure that this is a dragon scale?"

He didn't look at the two of us, but lowered his head and asked, "Do you know where these scales come from?"

Daoru shook his head, I also wondered, this is so good, why did scales suddenly appear in the palm of his hand? Didn't you meet a ghost and quietly stuff it into Daoru's hand?

The uncle in the suit didn't speak, but stretched out his right hand, paused for five or six seconds on a string of water droplets leaking from the roof on his right, and then raised his right hand to show the two of us.

"These dragon scales come from heaven."

The fluorescent light in his palms shone brightly, reflecting the dim light of the horse lantern, and I leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, a few scales appeared in his hands!

I hurriedly rushed to the gate of the temple, stretched out my hand to catch the raindrops, and after more than ten seconds, I withdrew my palm and saw that there were a few more fluorescent scales in my palm!

In this Dragon and Tiger Mountain, is it possible that there is really a dragon?

I was thinking about it, but Dao Ru, who was standing next to the uncle in the suit, said: Where did you see these words?

The uncle in the suit raised his head, pointed to the words carved on the ground, and asked: Do you understand?

Daoru nodded.

The uncle in the suit, who had been pressed by Mount Tai but did not change his face, almost jumped straight up, and said in a loud voice: Tell me what kind of text this is!

Dao Ru snorted coldly: The beauty of thinking.

I also came over and asked Daoru: What kind of text is this? We Mingren don't say dark words, now we are all grasshoppers on a rope, you can say it.

Daoru said proudly: Abu, come here, I will only tell yourself.

I followed Daoru to the dark corner of the old temple...