It was like a ghost pressing the bed, and he was completely conscious, but he couldn't do anything to shake it up with all his might.

Zhang Meng's face changed greatly, and the red-clothed ghost in front of him dragged his feet with one hand, and then dragged him back step by step.

Zhang Meng was so anxious, just now the fat man didn't know how to shout and then there was no sound, now I don't know what his situation is, and Zhang Meng has a stiff neck at this time, and he can't even turn his head, and it is even more foolish to see the situation of the fat man and Xiaolou.

There was a dense thunder in the sky, and the thunder seemed to be guided, and suddenly one after another, breaking the previous silence at once.

Zhang Meng's whole body was cold, but he couldn't feel a trace of heat in this stuffy environment, he only felt that his head was groggy and wanted to sleep, but he forcibly held back, fortunately, his mouth could be changed to a little turbulent, Zhang Meng bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and let the huge pain stimulate his nerves, but it only made him a little sober.

Zhang Meng was hung upside down and dragged along, everything he saw was turned upside down at once, and an extremely horrific scene appeared in his eyes.

At that moment, the holy tree was playing, and those red-clothed ghosts smashed on the ground from above like fruits, and then disappeared into the surroundings, and what was even more terrifying was that Zhang Meng actually saw some red-clothed ghosts dragging various things out, including gerbils, and a fox in tow, and even Zhang Meng saw a red-clothed ghost dragging a huge camel, and followed not far behind them.

The things dragged by these red-clothed ghosts seemed to have encountered the same thing as Zhang Meng, and every animal was dragged away like a dead dog, and Zhang Meng didn't even see that one of them was awake.

Suddenly, Zhang Meng's pupils shrank, and he saw a red-clothed ghost suddenly strung out of a place not far from him, compared with other red-clothed ghosts, he seemed to have a little more inexplicable contradictions, as if he noticed that Zhang Meng's eyes were watching her, and his dark eyes suddenly stared at Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng's body is getting colder and colder, and a sense of sleepiness can no longer be controlled and poured into the center of his mind, even biting the snake's head can't drive away this drowsiness, the next moment, Zhang Meng felt that the things in front of him were blurry for a while, and he could no longer see clearly, and then he didn't know anything as soon as his eyes were dark.

This dream seems to be the longest dream Zhang Meng has ever had in his life, he seems to be swimming in a glacier, the kind of chill that he has never felt. To make him breathless, there are countless animals around him, and some of these animals are some fierce beasts.

But none of their expressions showed the same fear as Zhang Meng and them, and around them, there were endless red-clothed people staring at them with distorted faces.

Zhang Meng only saw a beast disemboweling a red-clothed ghost, and the beast's terrible cry suddenly came out.

Zhang Meng's face turned pale, and he retreated step by step, but suddenly bumped into the body of a red-clothed ghost.

Zhang Meng turned his head and met the dark eyes of the red-clothed ghost, who grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

……

……

Ahem, ahem!

Zhang Meng suddenly coughed violently, and a puff of smoke choked into his lungs, almost making Zhang Meng cough out his lungs, and next to him, Xiaolou and the fat man also coughed unhumanly.

Zhang Meng subconsciously looked at his watch, it was actually five o'clock in the afternoon, it had been three hours since they passed out, and next to them, there was a bunch of bonfires that had been extinguished, and there was a fierce smoke coming out of it, and they woke up from this smoke.

"What's going on? Who the fuck is cooking so early? ”

The fat man muttered in a daze.

Zhang Meng seemed to be seriously ill, and he was cold, if there was a thermometer at this time, he felt that his temperature should be around 25°, or even lower.

He just wanted to stand up, but found that his feet couldn't move at all, as if his body could be empty after running 10,000 meters.

"Fatty, how are you doing? I feel like I'm going to die. ”

Zhang Meng gasped and asked, he looked at Xiaolou, her face was also a little pale, and she looked a little scary.

The fat man subconsciously wanted to stand up, but he fell hard and didn't get up on the ground for half a day.

"I feel like my body is so weak."

The fat man struggled for a long time, and with the help of Zhang Meng, his body finally straightened up, and he gasped, as if he had spent all his strength just now.

"Xiaolou, don't talk first, rest for a while."

Zhang Meng saw that Xiao Lou wanted to speak, he shook his head at her, and motioned Xiao Lou not to make a sound first, in this physical condition, every word he said would cause an extra burden on his body.

Zhang Meng reluctantly moved his thighs a few times, allowing himself to get closer to the smoking fire, and then pulled out a piece of firewood and lifted it a few times, and the bonfire that had just been extinguished began to burn again.

The fat man and Xiaolou also subconsciously came over, and the three of them shivered and roasted the fire next to the fire.

When the weak people saw this scene, they would definitely drop their jaws on the ground, and at this moment the dark clouds in the sky had completely dispersed, and the temperature above the desert was almost forty degrees high, and there were three people with iron faces in this weather.

I don't know how long it took for Zhang Meng to feel that the cold feeling in his body slowly subsided a little, and he had a little strength in his body, unlike before, he couldn't even stand up.

"Ah Meng Fat Man, do you know what the man in red did to us just now, why do I have no strength at all at all, and I can't even lift a hand?"

Xiao Lou said with a pale face, remembering the previous scene, she still has palpitations.

"I don't know, I heard you calling me, and then I looked back at the eyes of the red-clad ghost, and then I looked at the fat man, and I didn't realize it until now, but I saw that there seemed to be a lot of beasts in this desert who were in the same situation as us, and I saw a lot of things dragged along like us before I fell unconscious."

Zhang Meng shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"You're fucking embarrassed to say this, the fat man almost bit off the tip of his tongue, and then he held back that sentence to tell you not to look back, you are a stinky boy who directly took Lao Tzu's words as wind in your ears."

The fat man said angrily.

"How do I know, this fucking seems to be a soul, I lost half my life as soon as I turned around, how can you be so shrewd and tricked."

Zhang Meng was upset when he heard it, who would ignore him when he heard the voice of his companion at such a time.

"This thing is really soul-calling! The first time I turned around, I was fine, but the second time I turned around, I was almost half a life gone, and if I did it again, I was afraid that I would be a corpse. ”

The fat man scolded, according to the ancient saying, there are three yang lamps in the human body, corresponding to the three spirits. If you put out a lantern, your body will be weak and sickly; If you don't light the yang lantern back within three hours, there is no hope of survival; extinguished the three yang lanterns, and died directly.

There is a story about someone in the village who was passing by a mass grave and heard someone calling him, and he turned his head and then didn't see anyone. He felt very frightened, and began to run home, and on the way he heard someone calling out to him, which seemed to be her mother's voice, and he couldn't help but turn back again.

The third time, he heard an even more creepy voice, he heard his wife, who died of illness last year, calling him, he felt that something was wrong, so he rushed back to the house in a frenzy.

As soon as he got home, his mother saw that his face was pale, and there was no blood at all, so she hurriedly inquired about what had happened to him, and as soon as she heard the buzzing of his mother's head, she knew that something was wrong, and she stumbled to invite an old fairy in the village who told fortunes, and the old fairy was shocked when she saw this: this was already a state of exhaustion of oil and lamps.

He hurriedly had a black dog slaughtered, poured its blood on the young man's head, lit all the kang in the house, and let the young man keep warm in the quilt, and finally boiled up the sticky ginger soup all night, and after some busy work, he finally saved the young man's life.

The Taoist said that there was already a yang fire left on this young man's body, fortunately, he was in good health, and he found it in time, so that he could keep the last yang fire, but even this would reduce his life by ten years, and he told this young man that after twelve o'clock in the evening, if she heard someone calling her in a strange place, she must not turn back.

If the three yang lanterns are extinguished, there will be no place to die, even if the Daluo Immortal comes, he will not be able to recall the three spirits.

Thinking of those eyes that were as black as gems, Zhang Meng couldn't help but be frightened, and he rarely burst into a few foul words:

"What the fuck is this, it's still a soul, if you encounter these shitty things, you're going to die."

turned back twice and almost killed him.

Zhang Meng felt that it was difficult to guard against it, if he inadvertently turned around, he found a red-clothed man with a white powder face standing in front of him, and then suddenly someone next to him called him, at this time, he must have subconsciously turned around, just like before.

"But we don't seem to have discussed the point, who are we saving from?"

Zhang Meng suddenly thought of a question, if it weren't for this bonfire, I'm afraid they would have died by now.