Liang Yunsheng looked up at the sky in the distance, the sun rising in the west made people a little upside down, he cautiously went down the mountain, lest he accidentally get lost in this world and become the most inconspicuous speck of thousands of dust.

Countless mountain peaks go straight into the clouds, looming, like a fairyland.

"The rivers and mountains are picturesque, will there be a few fairies swimming in the clouds from time to time? The flowers bloom into the sea everywhere the wind passes, and the clothes are fragrant, holding the face of the shy flowers in the closed moon, and smiling and charming the world. A few ripples appeared at the corners of Liang Yunsheng's mouth.

Let's go down the mountain, at this time the ancient buildings in the distance have come into view, patting the dust on his sleeves, snorting, he seems to smell the smell of dog meat on the city of Liangguo, and a few beautiful peach blossoms bloom on his face, and he doesn't feel hungry the more he walks.

In fact, he didn't walk, but turned that small step into a crazy run, it was easy to go up the mountain, why was it so difficult to go down the mountain, after walking for a long time, the sky was about to get dark, and he was still halfway up the mountain, was he really lost.

When he came to the middle of the mountain, there were eight roads, Liang Yunsheng didn't know which one was the road leading to the bottom of the mountain, so he stupidly walked each road to the end, but when he came to the end, he felt that he was back in place, and broke different branches to mark the intersection, but to no avail, and in the end he forgot that the road he had walked was the one he had walked before.

Liang Yunsheng decided to settle down, it is estimated that he has encountered a ghost hitting the wall, if there is a bloody peach wood sword on his body, it would be good, seeing that the sunset was about to evacuate from the east, he had to clean up his heart, and finally decided to go again no matter what.

As soon as he got down the mountain, he kept telling himself, muttering, "Bodhisattva bless! Bodhisattva bless ......" This time he walked almost obscenely, and his steps were very light and barely made a sound, trying not to let his voice disturb the hapless wild ghost who was playing hide and seek with him again.

As he walked, he was still afraid, and there was something following him, and he kept saying to himself: Don't look back, just go forward, don't be a repeat guest of the wild ghost.

But when he first came to the foot of the mountain, he was still frightened, he did not expect that at the foot of the mountain there would be a wooden arch bridge of the Nagasaka slope style, the sound of the water under the bridge was clearly audible, a depressed scholar holding a fragment of the scroll stood with him on the bridge, and then his eyes fell on the scroll, the scroll was already yellowed and there were a few disgusting blood-colored insects crawling around the book, except for those eyes, it was difficult to really see the scholar's face.

It was obviously a hot summer in June, but the scholar was wrapped so tightly as if he was spending winter.

Although he already had the soul and soul given by that person, Liang Yunsheng was still very afraid, fighting between his legs, and even slowed down his pace, squinting his little eyes to pay careful attention to this movement, especially the eyes that seemed to eat people.

"Cross the bridge, cross the bridge, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just go down the mountain. ”

When crossing the bridge, he closed his eyes and pretended that the person did not exist at all, so as to avoid contact with him and cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, but when he passed by the scholar, a disgusting smell seemed to be vomited out of his heart, and he opened his eyes in fear and took a look, this is a scroll, it is clearly a stinky human skin, and there are several strange-shaped maggots crawling back and forth on the human skin, maggots without heads, or wordless human skin books without words, and he ran out of a few steps in a panic in his heart, and stepped into a pool of stagnant water with one foot, so stinky! Looking closely, countless insects crawled in the disgusting blood water, but Liang Yunsheng still decided to cross the bridge no matter what, and closed his eyes again.

Out of sight and out of mind, this is the psychological quality I learned from the old man in the face of emergencies.

"Wow! I've finally crossed the bridge!" Liang Yunsheng touched the last piece of wood on the fence at the head of the bridge and opened his eyes.

"Didn't I cross the bridge?

At this time, it was dark, Liang Yunsheng was a little disheartened, and he lit a crimson flame on the tips of his fingers and played with it at will, and after a moment of silence, he looked at the scholar and said, "It's a person or a ghost for Lao Tzu to come out, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you, Lao Tzu is not afraid." As he spoke, he let out a few deep breaths.

"Bang! boom, boom......" A few sounds in succession, several human heads fell at their feet, the crimson flames in their hands turned blood, and somehow they became weaker and darkened, Liang Yunsheng moved his palms again, and changed different fingers without igniting the crimson flames that he was anxious about, and only heard the voice of human hair: Give me back my life, I died unjustly, give back my life......

Liang Yunsheng took a few steps back, and the human head took a few steps forward, accidentally tripped over another human head in the heel, fell to the ground, turned around and wanted to run into the mountain, but his foot was entangled in something, and he couldn't move half a step, although he kept shouting in his heart: Run, run, run, but his body was like a frozen zombie, and he couldn't move.

"Boom...... Boom!" Several human heads surrounded him, he stared at one of the motionless human heads covered by long black hair, and before he could breathe, the human head flipped over again, and then he saw her face clearly, the gouged out eyes were black and oozing bloody tears, and a few flies were biting and grabbing food in the tears, and stared at him in a demented manner, both ears had been taken away, and the lips were coated with some strong rouge that had not faded, and he seemed to have something to say to him, but he couldn't say it.

"Xiao Qian, you are Xiao Qian. Liang Yunsheng held back the vomiting in his heart, and gently combed her dirty hair with his hand, sure enough, he couldn't imagine that the beloved woman he hadn't seen for many years would appear by his side at this time, even if it was just a disgusting human head, Liang Yunsheng was also like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the love fire in his heart was burning like dry firewood.

After twisting for a while, a tear fell, and those heads began to fly around again, and the head that looked like Xiaoqian was gone, Liang Yunsheng was about to run along the head, but he felt a sharp pain between his calves, and he saw a fat bald head grinning Bai Sensen's violent teeth and biting, he picked up a piece of wood on the ground and hit it hard, and the bald head was instantly released, revealing a mouth full of bloody teeth, and smiled deeply.

Liang Yunsheng felt a sharp pain permeate every inch of his body, and there was an uncomfortable cold aura in his body that passed through his internal organs.

"Ahh Liang Yunsheng kept rolling on the ground, with many moving arms, fingers, and eyes with tears or laughter under him, and those arms and arms were brutally wrestling together, and the heads collided with each other and screamed in pain, "Head, head...... My head, and my hands......"

Liang Yunsheng endured the pain, even if the bridge really couldn't be crossed, and he couldn't be trapped here with these undead, Liang Yunsheng stood up resolutely, twisted off the heads of those who bit him and threw them on the ground, forgetting all the pain, and decided to fight with the poor sour scholar who was motionless on the bridge.

"Stinky dick, pretend to be your uncle! Have the ability to fight alone, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you, don't stand at the head of the bridge like a waste and pretend to be a grandson. Liang Yunsheng's heart rose with anger, and the flames were unstoppable, but the scholar still didn't move!

"Die. ”

Liang Yunsheng pushed him into the river with all his might, but nothing changed, and the scholar still stood back in place, and even the white sweater showed no signs of sticking to the water.

In desperation, following his eyes, the human leather scroll that the scholar had been looking at now had words.

"The Trojan horse has two ends and three legs. ”

It seems that this is a couplet, as early as the previous life I heard the old man in the village say, I didn't expect that there was really this scholar, this is an ancient kind of engraved on the spine of the text, the loss of his own not good study, this almost lost ancient script knows a little bit or two, at least he understood the words on the human leather scroll, so he casually flowed out a sentence.

"The catfish has half of its eyes and cheeks. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a path of blood flowed from the scholar's temple, and then the scholar turned into a black smoke and dispersed.

At this moment, Liang Yunsheng's body no longer felt pain, and the head that he had been biting under his feet also loosened its teeth, and all the heads were neatly arranged together, only to hear a wailing sound, and all the heads clattered on the ground three times, and said in unison: Thank you, and it turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated in the air.

The world here suddenly lit up, and the paintings that had long since disappeared thousands of years ago passed through the fog and injected into the living reality with magical strokes, as if everything was happening right in front of you.

Men and women weave in the fields, children read books, and the market is bustling......

The girl flying a kite under the wide sky, the laughter fluttered in the thousands of purples and reds of the mountains, and a few butterflies danced from time to time, looking back and smiling, isn't this Xiaoqian.

Just as I was about to reach out and touch, the nostalgia no longer existed, and the nostalgia was illusory and beautiful.

"Hey, I'm down the mountain!"