"It's terrible to be uneducated." Seeing the blade-toothed tiger rolling in fright, Wang Yang let out a soft sigh.

Ghost fire, also known as phosphorus fire, is caused by phosphorus, the main substance.

Speaking of specific roles, not much, don't mention it.

This kind of flame has a very low ignition point, and can spontaneously ignite at twenty or thirty degrees, and it mostly occurs in the hot and humid weather of summer, and occasionally occurs in spring and autumn.

The main reason is that the phosphorus content contained in animals or plants in the process of decay becomes one of the phosphine due to chemical reactions, and then the temperature rises and burns.

This kind of fire is "cold fire", that is, it has no temperature, just like electric lights, it is cold light, so no matter how you burn it, it will not really cause harm.

Wang Yang knew this, but the blade-toothed tiger didn't know, and thought that he was going to burn to death, and he wailed vigorously.

The reason why he remembers Ghost Fire so deeply is mainly because his grandmother told him such a thing.

It is said that in his grandmother's generation, he still lived in the countryside, and there was a mountain behind the village, and the dead people in the village were buried there.

Once, before dawn, his grandmother rushed to the mountains to pick bracken.

It happened to rain yesterday, and bracken covered the whole mountain.

When his grandmother went to the mountain, she came to a lonely grave, whose tomb belonged to me, and which had existed for a long time, and the handwriting on the stele had long since been washed away.

At that time, I ran up the mountain every day, and I was not afraid at all, so I touched the grave in front of the night at night.

Suddenly, a faint green flame appeared in front of the tombstone, terrifying in the night.

His grandmother was scared silly, and the cultural popularity was not high at all at that time, how could she understand the principle of ghost fire?

screamed and ran back, but the ghost fire seemed to recognize her, chased after her vigorously, and finally pounced on her.

She ran back to the village, and the villagers were awakened by her screams, and when they went out, they were all dumbfounded.

"It's over, it's over, it's a demon possession!"

"You must have provoked the monsters in the mountains and been spelled."

The villagers didn't dare to come closer, and his grandmother cried and undressed, but the damn fire seemed to burn into her and still enveloped her.

At this time, his great-grandfather, who was also his grandmother's father, brought a bucket full of water, and when he was about to pour it, the fire was finally extinguished.

But his grandmother had a fever for several days, and the villagers distanced themselves from her, and they were all talking about being targeted by evil spirits in private.

In the end, I invited a dancing god, and it took three days to cure the disease.

When Wang Yang heard this story when he was a child, it was called a spirit, it was too mythical, and he revered the heavens and gods from then on.

Later, after reading the book and understanding the truth, he became a letter letter teacher and a letter to science.

When he was in high school, he also saw a gentleman who claimed to be a heavenly master, who was on the street, wearing a Taoist robe and white beard, fairy wind and crane bones, and he didn't have the ability to catch ghosts, let alone face and palmistry.

He put the stall in that direction, and the aunts and uncles stepped forward to ask for a peace charm, and he took out a piece of talisman yellow paper, frowned, and muttered, "I got it wrong." ”

Just when everyone thought that he was going to change the talisman, he stretched out his hand and wiped it on the talisman, and a ghostly fire arose, and the fire burned strangely, and the gentleman's hand was not burned at all, and the talisman did not burn.

Take your hand away, and look again, the spell on the talisman is gone!

It can be said that this hand is really beautiful, in terms of scientific explanation, the original spell on the paper of that guy was written with phosphorus powder, and as soon as the hand was rubbed, the temperature was high, and there was a magical scene of burning the spell out of thin air.

It is said that strange things happen every day, and they will not be seen in a hundred years in a lifetime.

Wang Yang has heard so many ghost fire rumors, and he really hasn't seen it with his own eyes like today, and while he is amazed, he can't help but sigh at the vastness of the world.

The blade-toothed tiger on the ground fluttered for several minutes, as if it had resigned itself to its fate, and was so tired that it lay on the ground waiting for death.

As a result, at this time, the ghost fire was gone.

It rejoiced, roaring proudly and proudly, as if it wanted to say to the whole world, "If the fire can't kill me, who can help me?" My fate is up to me, not ......."

Wang Yang glanced at it, this whole one or two forced youth.

The night passed, the day came, and the blade-toothed tiger who had been tossing all night was overly energetic, and he was still roaring vigorously in the state of last night's fierce and cool.

Wang Yang sneered on the tree: "You just call, when you are tired, see if you sleep." ”

Speaking of sleeping, Wang Yang wanted to sleep, to be honest, he could always sleep very soundly during the day, especially knowing that there was a fierce beast silently guarding underneath, and he slept very soundly.

Anyway, the blade-toothed tiger didn't leave, and he thought he was pretending to be asleep, and it was summed up in three words: "IQ ......"

Thinking about it, I took a bite of the fruit and fell asleep.

This time he couldn't dream, and he didn't have the interest to think about it, so he had nothing to do at noon.

The Bladetooth finally wanted to sleep, and lay on the ground and squinted his eyes.

Wang Yang naturally didn't want to waste the opportunity, he tried three times, and the first time he didn't get off the tree, he found that the blade-toothed tiger woke up.

The second time I was about to go down the tree, I saw the blade-toothed tiger turn over, and I was so frightened that I climbed the tree again.

Third ......

Well, there was no third time.

The Bladetooth Tiger is only six or seven meters away from him, and if it wakes up after getting off the tree, it will really be the end of the game.

However, Wang Yang didn't plan to make it better, since he had the patience to fight, he must not let the other party be too comfortable.

How does that phrase say in the vernacular? If you are comfortable and your opponent is uncomfortable, you can win.

Wang Yang didn't make it comfortable, and whenever the blade-toothed tiger was about to fall asleep, he threw a stone over it and woke it up.

The blade-toothed tiger was forced to look for cover everywhere, and almost went to dig trenches.

It likes to hide behind big trees, but this guy is too big to hide, and every time he is hit by a rock, he will roar in frustration.

It didn't dare to let Wang Yang out of sight, so it could only endure it silently.

At night, Wang Yang was even more excited, and the stone was thrown so loudly that the blade-toothed tiger was forced to hide a little farther, away from Wang Yang's sight for the first time.

Wang Yang didn't dare to run away at night, so with the idea of being one foot tall and one foot tall, he decisively touched the tree, quietly picked some stones, and climbed a tree in front of him.

In this way, the blade-toothed tiger was exposed again, and Wang Yang continued to throw stones happily.

There was no word all night, and in the early morning, the blade-toothed tiger stared at the red eyes and forced under Wang Yang's tree.

Wang Yang didn't sleep anymore, he looked at the blade-toothed tiger who was sluggish and haggard physically and mentally, saw the dawn of victory, and threw the blade-toothed tiger again and again.

"Roar ......"

The helplessness mixed with the unwilling roar resounded for 100 meters, and the roar of the blade-toothed tiger could be heard all day long.

Finally, on this evening, the blade-toothed tiger, who had been hungry for several days and had not slept well for nearly two days, gave in.

(Don't talk nonsense, all kinds of begging!) ）