At midnight, the stars fade.

The second peak of Bikong Mountain is located in the middle of the Holy Gate of the first peak and the unknown place of the third peak.

The weather was suddenly overcast.

The holes in the jagged rocks began to emit a high-pitched, start-and-stop wind.

Deep in the mountains.

Xiao Luding was awakened by the cold, and she felt a biting cold air suddenly blow in.

When I opened my eyes in a daze, I saw that the tent had been lifted, and a black shadow rushed in.

"It's going to rain heavily. ”

It was Natsuji's voice.

Ning Mengzhen breathed a sigh of relief, hum, let's talk about it, aren't you going to enter my girl's room?

I'm a sister anyway, why don't you spoil me so much?

The small furnace has undergone strange changes, and she refused to do the furnace ding at first.

Then, I turned into worrying about when to make a furnace every day.

Now, it seems to have become "Quick, Son, what are you waiting for!"

I want to cook rice with you raw rice.

Even if it's a furnace, you'll love me well, right?

Then I don't do anything.

No need to give you a backpack, no need to cook for you, no need to work so hard.

Whatever is directly called to the servants to do, there is a lot of pocket money every month, going out to take a carriage, taking a sedan chair on the street, no matter where he goes, others will call him "Mrs. Holy Son".

Even if I am abandoned by you and spend the rest of my life alone, at least I lived happily when I was young, and then... Well, when you're old, it's good to have a lot of money.

If you abandon me, you should always give me a ditch fee to let me go back to the countryside, right?

Actually, I don't ask too much at all, unlike other women, I just hope you can be nice to me.

Not... What others have, I will have!

Think so.

Ning Mengzhen moved to the right, generously pulled the quilt covering his body halfway, and his eyes skimmed the empty bed, looking like he was waiting for nothing.

Seeing that Xia Ji did not move.

The petite and cute girl tilted her head to the side again, signaling, "It's okay, lie down."

Xia Ji couldn't help but laugh.

laughed so much that Xiao Luding's face turned red.

Ning Meng really felt that he had been seen through, and said angrily, "What are you laughing at?"

"Shhhh

The petite girl showed a question mark face.

"Listen, the mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. ”

There was a rattling sound outside the thick curtain, a howling wind.

Xiao Lu Ding understood, it seemed that it was time to show his talent, thinking that when he was still listening to the Chaojian Sect, how many sons and scholars invited him to participate in the poetry meeting.

Then she found out that she was really talented, and when she thought casually, those sons would clap their hands and shout "good poetry, good poetry".

Once, there was a boy whose name he could not remember, and when he heard his own poems, he seemed to have an understanding, and he was so emotional and excited that he slapped all over the railing, and then went to slap the table, and his hands were swollen.

From that day on, Ning Mengzhen knew that he was not an ordinary person.

She is a born poet and a shining pearl.

Having said that, in the eyes of that group of boys, they are like heavenly maidens, and they can get closer to themselves, and they will be happy to breathe the air of the same place.

But Holy Son, I am lying in bed, why are you indifferent?

It seems that it is time for you to know the talent of this girl.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings?

Hmph! The talent of mortals!

So, she cleared her throat with a "uh-huh" and prepared to improvise.

After thinking about it, he spit out a sentence "The wind is snoring, and the rain is going to fall..."

Xia Ji was stunned, his right hand reached out, and his two fingers pointed at Xiao Luding's lips, "Okay, don't say anything." ”

At this moment, there was a crackling sound of popping beans outside the thick cloth curtain of the tent.

The rain fell like a river bursting its banks, and the gray curtains that separated the water were concave and concave, as if many people were pressing their tents with their fingers.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one sound, only one color.

The sound of rain!

After the rainstorm, the summer heat is gone.

The top of the mountain is even colder, with an icy and eerie aura.

The two slept in a tent.

There seems to be only this small tent in the entire Bikong Mountain, which is isolated from the world in the heavy rain.

It wasn't until dawn that Xia Ji felt that something was wrong, so he suddenly opened his eyes.

The atmosphere was unusually oppressive.

Beyond the cracks in the curtain were the suffocating gray sky, and the branches of the wild mountain trees.

It was only after one night that there seemed to be quite a few things hanging on the branches.

Xiao Luding also woke up, she was tired in the past two days, and her whole person felt a little out of her body.

Follow Xia Ji's gaze and look outside.

She saw those things too.

For a moment, she had some chills.

White clothes hung one after another on the branches.

If you look closely, it's a mourning dress, and it's a little old.

Look at it again, the color is not only old, but also a little white.

Xiao Lu Ding was just about to ask.

Boom...

Strange noises.

The mourning clothes suddenly caught fire, and the red light exploded on the branches.

The mountain wind blew, the branches swayed, and they also began to turn with mourning clothes.

When it turns to the front, it is exposed.

On the front is a pitch-black corpse with closed eyes clumsed into mourning clothes.

The corpses had been charred by the flames and were still burning.

Smoke rises!

It seems that a boy and girl in a large mourning dress were first brutally hanged and then burned to a horrific carbon corpse, but the flame was still not extinguished, it was still burning.

Ning Mengzhen's hands and feet were cold, so frightened that his heartbeat almost stopped, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Xia Ji frowned and hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen something like this, and now he could see it too.

It can be seen that no matter how tired or sick, as long as there is a slight disagreement between the spirit and the body, there is a chance to see it.

It's a grudge.

According to the principle of not seeing in "Notes on the Grass Hall", as long as you pretend not to see these curses, they will not come to you and will not drag you into their world!

Not... Come to think of it, you already have a passport to their world.

Like, it's not that scary.

But Xiao Luding was already scared to pee.

She let out a very slight exclamation, like a cat that has been trampled on its tail and can't escape.

It's a very instinctive reaction, and I can't blame her.

It was just this soft sound that made the trees stop turning about a dozen or so burning white mourning clothes.

The burning corpse suddenly came to a standstill.

Brush.

More than a dozen pairs of burnt pupils opened at the same time, staring directly at the tent on the top of the mountain, the pupils were not black, but white.

The corpses seemed to come to life, their lips pulling an unnatural arc.

It seemed to be laughing, but there was no sound, and it was very eerie.

Ning Mengzhen's body was still trembling.

What is this?

Am I having a nightmare?

Who am I?

Where am I?

Why is it that there is a rainstorm, and these things appear on the trees.

This is a barren mountain and old forest, where can you escape from such a place?

How can a charred corpse still open its eyes?

Is it a ghost?

There was a rustling sound outside the tent.

Xia Ji looked at the burning carbon corpses wrapped in miserable white mourning clothes, gliding on the branches, as if they had no weight, but their orientation was this tent.

The branches of the trees were swaying in the mountain wind, and even the pebbles on the ground were crackling and rolling.

But these carbon corpses are completely against the laws of nature, and they just slide towards the two of them and others.

The petite girl's body trembled, and the depression at this time made her unable to speak.

Camping in the barren mountains and old forests, encountering this kind of horror, Ning Mengzhen's head went blank.

Run...

She shook her head suddenly, trying to break free from the boundless sense of fear.

Sideways looking at Xia Ji.

The Holy Son didn't seem to be much better than himself, and he was stunned.

That's right, after all, who wouldn't be afraid of this weird and terrifying thing, this unknown?

What to do?

Run.

Run as fast as you can!

Maybe there's a glimmer of hope if you run away.

Then, before Xiao Luding could speak, he saw Xia Ji get up and walk out of the tent.

Ning Meng was really shocked.

, what is the Son going to do?! What can he do?!