Baishi Village has been unsophisticated since its origins, but the elders of the village often tell some unbelievable stories, which have been passed down from generation to generation, adding a mysterious color to this village.

Because people are in awe of ghosts and gods, the stories become either more terrifying or more mysterious. But in the eyes of today's people, all of this is nothing more than a backward thinking caused by all kinds of feudal superstitions and ignorance of nature.

People can think of stories as stories, and gradually stories become stories, but no one knows that one night twelve years ago, the fate of one person in the village has completely turned people's perception upside down...

"Boom~"

A muffled thunder resounded in the sky on a July evening, the sky was full of dark clouds, a rainstorm was coming, on a path on the back of the cliff, Lao Wang was hurrying home with a hoe.

I wanted to take advantage of the cool evening to do more farm work, but I didn't expect the weather to become so fast, the sky that was still empty and cloudless a moment ago was soon enveloped by abrupt dark clouds, and the muffled thunder was more like the roar of wild beasts, as if it was about to overwhelm people.

"Click!"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky without warning, and it came so suddenly that almost everyone felt a thrill from the soul.

The reason why Yabei Mountain is so named by people is because the environment of this mountain is relatively special, the four sides of the mountain are cliffs, there is only one direction up the mountain, and at this moment Lao Wang is walking on a winding path under the monk Ping, the monk Ping is a small mountain bag, and it is also the place where the mountain trail must pass.

From a distance, the only way up the mountain of Yabei Mountain is just blocked by Monk Ping, but the top of Yabei Mountain of the cliff on three sides is a rare piece of fertile land, people have opened up a path up the mountain on the mountainside of Monk Ping in order to cultivate, so Monk Ping has become the only way to go to the back of the cliff.

Lao Wang hurried away, and for some reason there was always an inexplicable sense of urgency in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

His speed was getting faster and faster, and finally he had even begun to gallop down the curvy path.

"Click!"

Another bolt of lightning slashed down from the cloudy sky again without warning, and under the lightning like a silver snake, the whole sky also lit up, and at the same time, a big tree on the top of the monk's flat instantly jumped away under the merciless lightning, and the trunk turned into sawdust and immediately scattered in all directions.

Not only that, but a few loose boulders under the big tree finally couldn't hold on anymore under the impact of the huge force, and they turned into rolling stones and fell along with the collapsed earth.

Under the sudden natural disaster, the restless old Wang stumbled and fell, and the hoe that he resisted on his shoulder was also thrown out.

With a few muffled snorts, Lao Wang, who was rolling on the ground, finally stopped his body in a panic, but before he could calm down, several big stones had already rolled past him with the sound of breaking the air, and he was instantly shocked into a cold sweat.

The place where the stone rolled was less than a meter away from him, and if the stone rolled down a little bit in the wrong direction, it would have hit him literally.

"It's weird..."

Lao Wang's breathing gradually became rapid, and he did not dare to stop any longer, but quickly struggled to get up from the ground, and frantically rushed in the direction of home without caring about the hoe that was thrown on the ground, because the feeling of impending disaster in his heart had become more and more intense.

"Wow~"

Suddenly, there was the sound of chaotic times rolling down on the left slope again, and with the collapse of the top of He Shangping's mountain, a black giant suddenly slid down from a high place with the rolling stones.

Unlike the Rolling Stone, it was extremely fast, like a ghost in the night, and it slid all the way down to the road in front of the king again.

The path was already narrow and winding, and that thing happened to completely block the road in front of Lao Wang.

In a panic, how could Lao Wang, who was embarrassed and panicked, expect such a change to happen again, and in his panic, he hit his head on the object like a black giant tree.

As a result of the impact, the pitch-black object toppled to the side again, and finally landed directly on the path.

Lao Wang was frightened, gasping for breath, and remembered some terrible stories in his mind, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and just wanted to turn over and step over the strange object, but when he looked down, he suddenly gasped.

What kind of wood was it, it was clearly a coffin of unknown age, because of the excessive collision, the black coffin once again slid to the side for a distance, and then fell apart.

Lao Wang's face instantly turned pale, and suddenly encountering such a scene made his back feel a chill that he had never felt before.

"Ah~"

When the fright was too much, Lao Wang couldn't help but let out a loud roar, and then began to flee from this place without thinking about anything else.

But at this moment, a bright light suddenly shot out from the coffin that had fallen apart.

The dark night, the dazzling light, so obvious and eerie.

Lao Wang was stunned, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and turned to look at the coffin that fell apart again, but there was no imaginary remains in the coffin, but only a white bead the size of a thumb!

"It's... This... Pearl of the Night!"

Lao Wang was shocked, from the people of the older generation, Lao Wang had heard of a rare treasure, and the moment he saw the white beads, everything became like a dream again.

People may be born with a certain greedy nature, not to mention that the treasure is right in front of him, even the anxious old king finally gritted his teeth and quickly put his hand into the coffin that fell apart, grabbed the white bead and began to run wildly.

Because he was too anxious and frightened, the moment Lao Wang touched the beads, his hand seemed to be pricked by a needle, and a slight stinging pain touched his nerves, but he didn't care too much about this, and his only thought was to hurry home!

After the monk's ping, we arrived at the village of Baishi Village, although it was only evening at this time, but the dark clouds in the sky were pressed by black, and the sky was already dark.

There are only about 20 families in the village, most of them are surnamed Wang, at this time outside an old tiled house at the head of the village, a middle-aged woman in her thirties is looking at the direction of the cliff back mountain at the door, the muffled thunder in the sky continues, and the middle-aged woman's brows are getting tighter and tighter.

Not far behind her, a two- or three-year-old child was riding on the threshold of the doorway, looking at the cloudy sky, and the young face also showed a look of fear.