11 ghosts hit the wall

It was soon dawn, and I took the AGO to choose a direction and walked alone, and the heavy rain of the night made it difficult to find the traces of arrival on the ground, and I don't know how long I walked, and it was still the same deserted. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info walked through the gloomy woods, watching the sun begin to turn westward, and I knew that if I didn't get out of the woods, I would be more ferocious than wolves tonight.

Ago's body is still very small, estimated to be less than four months old. Lay on the ground and run with me a few times, and within a few minutes I started to run out of breath. On this day, I carried it through a lot of hillsides and valleys. But Ago's intelligence is unmatched, at least for now, and it seems that he is even better than his cousin.

The sun was already setting at the top of the hill, and I finally saw curling smoke rising from the valley ahead. Hurriedly rushed to the village with agoc, only to find out that this was just a temporary foothold for the rangers. Two old rangers were cooking over the fire, and I smelled the fragrance, and the saliva in my mouth had already begun to spread, and the past followed me for a day and a night.

The ranger had a full beard and looked to be in his forties. The other one was white and tender, almost in his twenties, I thought the two were father and son, but after asking, I realized that they were cousins. Both of them have been walking in this forest for five or six years, and they know where to go and where they must not go.

This is not alarmism, nature is always magical, and it is still impossible to explain it with the scientific methods that have been developed to this point. And these places, if you break into them rashly, the result is not much different from entering Huangquan Road.

When the two rangers heard that I was going back to the city, they immediately pointed out two paths to me. One is to take a detour along the foot of Lion Rock, walk 20 kilometers of mountain road, return to the viaduct, and if you are lucky, you can directly stop a car on the viaduct to return to Spring City.

The other road is the nearest most time-saving road, you must go along the southeast direction over a mountain called Guanyin Mountain, at most ten kilometers of the road can directly reach the northern passenger station of the provincial capital, and you can go back to No. 13 Heilong Street directly by subway.

After listening to this, I weighed it in my mind and chose the second path. I was really forced to be helpless, and time was pressing. When Lao Yang was leaving, he emphasized that there would be a business in three days, and this time began to be counted from that time. On the first day, I went to the flower and bird market, found Humber, and asked about the little five's greyhound, and the next day I set off to the mountains and forests, and met the current ago, as for whether it is the legendary little five or not, it doesn't matter.

And on the third day, which is today, I took the AGO for a day of mountain road, and if I can't go back tomorrow, I can't give an account to Lao Yang.

The two rangers were kind enough to give me the only shotgun as a self-defense weapon, but I politely refused. First of all, whether I use a gun or not, with such a little guy on a mountain road of more than ten kilometers, and a spear of four or five kilograms, then I don't think I will be able to reach Spring City until tomorrow.

After refusing, I cheekily asked the rangers for canned lunches, although I knew that this thing was not very healthy, but ago was still young, and such a standard of living was needed for this day and night. If it were in a wolf pack now, there must be a she-wolf feeding it, and then I would have to eat some fake meat to satisfy my hunger.

Holding a small ago in his arms, it slowly got dark. The ranger's flashlight can shine at a distance of more than ten meters, which is still what I desperately begged for, because they only have this high-beam flashlight, and finally reluctantly handed over all the money on their bodies to the two eldest brothers, after all, people have helped so much, and they always have to give back to others.

Walking in the southeast direction, the rotten leaves in the woods do not know how many years ago left, anyway, one foot deep and one foot shallow, maybe the next foot will directly spread to the waist pole. The light of the flashlight shone in front of me, and colorful things began to appear on the side of the road, at first I thought it was green leaves and red flowers, but ago began to whisper in my arms, and I finally saw what these things were.

Strips of red silk threads, plus circles of colored cotton paper. It was actually a wreath, and before I knew it, I had walked into a cemetery. I could see the Big Dipper, and after confirming that the direction was correct, I continued to head up the hillside.

Bai Sensen's tombstones began to appear on both sides, and there were even various strange tomb beasts on both sides of the solemn tombstones. This thing means that this place is indeed a huge overflowing graveyard, but why didn't the two rangers tell me before?

Just when I was wondering, I suddenly heard the voice of someone talking in the woods in front of me. But the sound was babbling intermittently, as if it was a prophecy of a minority unique to Yunnan, and more like someone's dream whispering in their sleep.

The agoma in my arms stood up from its arms, its ears furished, its eyes fixed on the place where the sound was coming from, as if something was about to emerge there.

I was surprised by the appearance of the voice, but I didn't bother to look at it. Because of the ten kilometers of mountain roads, or overnight smearing, I don't know if I can go out before dawn, if there is such a heavy curiosity to see what it is halfway, then what is the difference with a tourist outing, to the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

I kept walking along the road, I don't know how far I walked, and suddenly I remembered that the voice had disappeared. The disappearance is natural, and people can't pick out the slightest sense of abruptness, and there is no trace of when they can recall when they disappeared, as if it was just a lust in their own brains.

There was a three-way intersection in front of me, I looked at the Big Dipper above my head, and still resolutely chose the left-hand direction, because the left offset can go along the southeast direction without changing the road. Just as I was choosing a fork in the road, the agong in my arms suddenly quieted down, so quiet that it seemed like death, and even the breathing of the body was insignificant.

At first, I thought it was the rain last night, but when I put my palm on its nose, I found that my breathing was normal, and my heartbeat was even stronger. I thought so and continued to walk forward, but in a few minutes, the colorful thing appeared in my field of vision again. And a burst of babbling, as if the sound of Peking Opera singing and dancing also came intermittently.

Cold sweat began to appear on my head, and this was the terrible thing the ranger was talking about. It's hardly different from a ghost hitting a wall, and in the middle of the wilderness, you can even see the stars in the sky. This point directly breaks the foundation of the existence of ghosts hitting the wall, so what is it? This time, I can't help but look at the source of the sound, because if I don't figure it out, I guess the next three-way intersection will appear.