"I can't tell, it seems to be the tone of singing Peking Opera. I was so frightened that I was running around in the forest, not even knowing when I would faint. Fortunately, there was a geological exploration team stationed nearby at that time, and I crashed into it in a daze, which left a cheap life, and since that time, I have not dared to enter this Devil's Mountain! The muscles on Fauber's face trembled slightly, as if he remembered that terrible rainy night.

As if he hadn't heard, his fingers tapped lightly on the ground, as if thinking of something.

"Third uncle, they are very good, they should be fine, absolutely fine......" Zhang Meng panicked when she heard this, and could only comfort herself like this.

After waiting for another ten minutes, it was almost fifty minutes by this time, and it was only ten minutes before the agreed time, but Chen Cripple and Zhao San did not come back at all.

Zhang Meng yawned, got up early this morning, and walked for so long on the mountain road, at this time, the fire has been roasted for a long time, and he is sleepy, and his upper eyelids have been close to his lower eyelids and can't open.

"I'll sleep for a while, third uncle, they'll call me when they come back!" Zhang Meng said to the sick ghost and got into the sleeping bag.

This night, I slept dimly, Zhang Meng only felt that she was half-asleep and half-awake, and the previous things were like showing movies, showing them in turn in her head. He seemed to hear someone shouting about himself, and he remembered it, but he couldn't control his body.

Babble! ……

A vague voice faintly reached Zhang Meng's ears, at first Zhang Meng thought it was an illusion, so he ignored it, but the voice became clearer and clearer, and then it seemed to be roaring in his ear.

Zhang Meng's eyes opened violently, but it was dark all around.

"Uncle Ghost, Fubo?"

Zhang Meng was a little hairy, the bonfire had already been extinguished, and there was not even a little fire. The sky outside the door was so dark that there was no light at all, and the sky seemed to be filled with a layer of white mist.

"Third uncle, Uncle Chen, are you there?" Called a few times, but no one responded to him, Zhang Meng felt more and more scared, he didn't dare to shout loudly, the sick ghost has his own sense of doing things, and there must be a reason for extinguishing the fire.

Babble! ……

A voice suddenly came out not far from him, and the voice was real, as if it was Qin Yan singing a big opera, and it was definitely only one meter away from him.

Zhang Meng's body was half frightened in an instant, where had he ever seen such a strange thing, especially in this kind of dark night where he couldn't see his fingers, this fear was magnified countless times.

Zhang Meng roared, the voice was full of righteousness, hoping to use this voice to drive away the strange screaming thing! Zhang Meng only felt that his feet were a little weak, he crawled to the side of the two big bags, fumbled around, and finally found a glow stick, he smashed the glow stick on the ground, and the room could finally see things again.

Zhang Meng glanced around the room in horror, but found nothing, just a few minutes, but he felt that it was an hour long.

Zhang Meng wiped the sweat from his face, he turned around and wanted to pick up the glow stick, but his eyes suddenly fixed on the arched door.

"Why is that coffin missing?"

Zhang Meng's scalp exploded violently, and almost at the same time, he heard a voice behind the arched door, as if someone was whispering there.

The voice was getting louder and louder, and Zhang Mengdi's heart was almost in his throat, if it weren't for the fact that everything in the team was here, he would want to get out of the door now. Zhang Meng stared at the door, he clutched a stone from the ground tightly in his hand, and if something came out, he would definitely not hesitate to smash it.

"Babbling ......"

A voice came from his ear, Zhang Meng was about to call out almost reflexively, but his mouth was covered violently, and a voice came from behind.

"Don't make a sound!"

Hearing that the voice was from the sick ghost, Zhang Meng's beating heart calmed down a little, and the sick ghost saw that Zhang Meng had calmed down, so he took his hand away. He pointed lightly to the ground, and not far from them, several fist-sized mouse-like objects stood in the corner, staring at them in a daze.

The eyes of these creatures are the same as those of humans, with both eyeballs and whites, but the whites of the eyes are oozing with blood, their mouths are hooked with two rolled teeth, and their bodies have no fur at all, only gray-brown skin with many scars on them. There was a wound a few centimeters on the top, and the white intestines could be faintly seen from the inside.

", this ...... What is this thing? ”

"This is a rat, don't ask so much first, your third uncle and they have an accident, hurry up and carry your things and follow me!" The sick man said anxiously.

Seeing the two of them suddenly move, the rats seemed to be startled, but these rats didn't seem to be afraid of them, just circled around Zhang Meng and them.

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Meng saw that a rat actually climbed onto the soles of his feet, his body itched for a while, and a feeling of nausea surged up, Zhang Meng almost didn't think about it, and threw the rat out with one kick.

"Babbling......"

The rat seemed to be in pain, and screamed frantically, and there was a dense rustle inside the arched door.

"It's going to break!"

The sick ghost shouted, beckoning Zhang Meng to put the bag on his back and leave.

Zhang Meng's scalp was also straight and numb at this time, and in the blink of an eye, a large number of rats poured out of the arched door, and I don't know how many were inside.

Zhang Meng and the sick ghost each picked up a bag, and ran out of the door frantically, at this time there was already a cry in the house, Zhang Meng finally knew at this time, the sound similar to Peking Opera that Fu Bo said was made by these mice, and it was not a hanged ghost in the late Qing Dynasty.

A rat seemed to fall from the ceiling and landed directly on Zhang Meng's neck. As soon as the claws slipped and landed under Zhang Meng's clothes, a cold feeling penetrated from his back to his heart, and goosebumps appeared on Zhang Meng's body.

The sick ghost pulled Zhang Meng's clothes, pulled his hand on Zhang Meng's back, and a violently struggling rat grabbed the sick ghost in his hand and threw it out.

Zhang Meng followed the sick ghost for a few minutes, and at this time, the forest was completely silent as before, and a noisy Peking opera-like roar was roaring around.

"How many rats are there? It's louder than thunder! Zhang Meng said with a frightened face.

"Quick, give your third uncle a rub of the human acupoint!" The sick ghost didn't talk at this time, he threw Zhang Meng a small jar of things, and hurriedly entered the woods with a flashlight on his face.

Zhang Meng looked at Zhao San, at this time, Zhao San was fishy, and there were some mottled blood stains on his body. Zhang Meng's heart suddenly changed, and he checked Zhao San and found that there were no fatal wounds on his body, so Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Meng rubbed Zhao San's acupoint, and it took a while for Zhao San to wake up.

"Ah Meng, why am I here?" Zhao San just got up, and he seemed to be a little confused.

"Third uncle, don't ask me, I'm also confused now!" Zhang Meng said with a wry smile.

"Bang!"

At a distance of about a few hundred meters, a green flare suddenly rose vertically.

"Over there! Hurry over, the cripple is holding a green flare, which is the gun issued by the lame. Zhao San said anxiously.

Zhao San and Zhang Meng respectively put the two packages on their backs, and ran quickly towards the place where the signal flare was issued.