18. Late-night worship

86_86322 "Impossible, he is obviously a living person, how can he be a mandrill." After the shock, I blurted out my feelings.

"What did I lie to you, everyone in Fengyang Town recognized this voice. This voice is the mandrill that takes the soul. The old woman frowned and shouted loudly: "Lan'er, settle a few guests, I'm going to start fighting with that mandrill ghost." ”

After this shouting, I noticed that when the old woman came out, she already had a yellow paper parasol in her hand, and the guys were ready, and it seemed that she was waiting for a fight with the confused egg. However, I still think it is strange, although this fool is a little strange, but it is not a mandrill, right, the ghost soldier next to him is a mandrill?

Full of doubts, but unable to get an explanation. The old woman didn't intend to explain it to us, and judging by her solemn face, it meant that she didn't have time to explain so much to us. Lei Yi just wanted to stay out of the matter, Lei San was frightened, as for Lei Wu, his mind was on the little girl. Even though I was puzzled and curious, I could only be led by Lan'er to the side room in the courtyard.

Strange to say, not long after we entered the house, a very violent wind suddenly sounded in the courtyard, and the door was closed in the house, and the wind howled wildly, as if in our ears. After the strong wind, there were flashes of blue light, like lightning in the sky, only lightning flashed, but no thunder.

"Lan'er, is it really a mandrill standing outside the house?" I asked Lan'er, who was worried and afraid, and broke the big hand that was rubbing oil on Lan'er's shoulder, and glared at Lei Wu warningly.

"Yes, everyone in Fengyang Town knows that the sleepy confused guy has something to follow him, and on the fifteenth day of July, the confused guy will turn into a mandrill and come down the mountain to retrieve his soul? If someone opens the door for him, he will definitely be able to hook his soul away. Lan'er's voice didn't look pretentious, but it made me confused.

From July 15 to July 15, it is like a different person, is it a higher level than schizophrenia, and is there schizophrenia?

After a long time, the howling wind finally stopped, and in this quiet night, I caught two muffled snorts when I was injured and vomited blood, two voices, some of the old woman and the other of the confused.

"Guest, it looks like the battle is over. A few of them had a good rest in the house, and I went to see Grandma. Lan'er said, hurriedly opened the door and walked out.

I wanted to go out with her and have a look, when a big hand slapped me on the shoulder. Looking back, it was Lei Yi, and he said, "Sleep, don't be nosy." ”

I had to lie down on the bed, I was separated by Lei Yi, Lei Yi was separated by Lei Wu, Lei Yi deliberately let Lei Wu lie next to him, and he also tied his right hand with a rope with Lei Wu's left hand.

"Brother Yi, who are you?" Lei Wu's face was bitter

"Everyone in this room, except for you, can move freely." Lei Yi closed his eyes and said indifferently: "I'm afraid that your sperm worm will get into your brain and something bad." ”

"But you tie my hands, how can I go to the toilet?"

"Let's go," Lei Yi's impatience ended the conversation.

But my heart couldn't be quiet, Lei Yi was a little overly nervous, and in addition to the harshness in that roar, there was anxiety. Lei Yi seemed to be taboo about something, and he was a little too cautious. Could it be that it was that strange intuition that was at work, so that he had to be careful.

I wanted to ask, but there were a lot of people here, and I was worried that it would cause panic if I asked, so I didn't continue to delve into the topic. Thinking about it in my heart, after tonight, I will leave this town, and I will stay for one night, as long as everyone is careful, nothing will happen, and after tonight, it will be a matter of the future to worry, so why should I worry about it.

Starting from Yanggu, the group has been bumpy for several days, these days are spent sitting in the car, tonight and walked a lot of road, body and heart are exhausted, just lay down not long after the bed, I fell asleep groggily, this sleep is very sound, fragrant as if just in the construction site after moving bricks back, exhausted, the first second to sleep more than a pig.

It was about the middle of the night, I was woken up by a burst of urine, and then I wanted to lie in bed, so I had no choice but to get up from the bed, there was no toilet in the room, so I had to open the door and walk out.

The door was open, and looking back, three of the four guards of the Lei family were there, but Lei San was gone. Fortunately, it's Lei San instead of Lei Wu, if it's Lei Wu, something big may happen.

I didn't think too much about it, thinking that Lei San was also going to find a toilet, maybe he was constipated, so he couldn't get up after squatting in the pit.

When I opened the door, a cool breeze that only belonged to the night hit, and the sleepiness on my body was a little less, but the feeling of exhaustion still could not be eliminated, and I slept and got up very tired. This is the table xiàn that has not slept enough.

Looking at the many trees in the yard, the urge to urinate came up, and regardless of the environmental protection, he casually found a tree and opened his pants.

Just as I took off my pants and urinated halfway through, there was a sudden sound in the air, which seemed to be chanting a mantra, and the tone was like the rhythm of a Taoist priest doing a funeral. But I'm sure this spell is definitely not Chinese, but belongs to ...... languages of ethnic minorities,

"Borneo, Mora......" I could vaguely hear a few, but I didn't know what the translation was. When the sound first came out, I was so frightened that I forced to choke half of the urine that had been spilled, and then I held my stomach and shivered on the ground.

The egg hurts, the bladder hurts, the urine is half suffocated and it is hard to hold, such a painful and unbearable inhuman second chanting mantra can be so penetrating, except for the old woman, who else can there be. Curiosity drove me to look around the yard.

There was a fire in a room on the east side, and the sound of mantras came from that room.

In the middle of the night, are you still practicing? Confused, I walked slowly towards the house, the closer I got, the more curious and suspicious I became, the light in the room, from a distance, like yellow light, but up close, but exuded a faint green glow.

With his feet on the stone outside the window, he stood up quietly and looked into the room

In the room, kerosene lamps as small as soybeans flickered, illuminating the dimly lit room. The figure of the old woman can be vaguely captured.

The old woman stood at a table of eight immortals with offerings, candles, and a quaint long box. From the time I raised my head and looked into the room, there was suddenly no green light in the room, but the mage cultivation usually lit sandalwood, but this room was filled with an unknown smell, the smell was very pungent, like dead pork discarded in a garbage dump on the side of the road.

At this time, the old woman stood up, walked over to the table, and pulled the lid of the box open. Something came out of the box, but I didn't see it clearly, and it was obscured by the old woman's back in time. At this moment, the spell that resembled a dead text sounded again, and immediately, the old woman took the knife beside her and cut it at her wrist.

Is she raising something? Something is wrong with the situation, the old woman is not cultivating, but like dripping blood to raise spiritual things. I couldn't see what was in the box, and after a few minutes, the old woman closed the box again and took a few steps back.

She reverently read the inscription, folded her hands, and slowly bent down, and when her head was bent down, and when I saw the picture stored on the table of the Eight Immortals, my mouth suddenly opened wide, and goosebumps were frightened.

In the center of the table was a black-and-white photograph of a gray-haired old man with the same face as the old woman today, full of cracks in the lime wall when it cracked.

This old woman turned out to be ...... The thought that flashed through my mind was so scared that I felt a stir all over my body.

......Suddenly, a gentle night breeze blew into the room, blowing out the kerosene lamp on the table. At this time, countless shadows suddenly appeared in the room, they emitted a faint green light, and the shadows were imprinted on the walls, and cranes with their wings outstretched and singing appeared one after another.

Yes, it was the shadow of the crane, not the figure of the man, and the eyes of these cranes were as bright as lights, accompanying the old woman. I wiped my eyes vigorously to determine if it was a hallucination.

However, when I rubbed my eyes and opened them again, the strange shadows of the cranes disappeared, and only the old woman was left in the empty room, and the kerosene lamp, which had been extinguished, was lit up again, emitting a yellow light.

Is something you see before you breathe an illusion, or is it real?