Ling Kun said that he also ordered a roast lamb in the evening and started dinner at seven o'clock. They should be coming down the mountain at this time, right? I walked on the reins and walked up the hill.

The Dashishan Scenic Area is indeed worthy of its name, at this time it is early autumn, and many trees have begun to turn yellow and red. Colorful in the setting sun. Looking down from the mountain road, the pieces are as beautiful as a tapestry.

This is not the most beautiful season, in late autumn, after a few frosts, the red leaves will become more and more red, the yellow leaves will be more translucent, and there will be more layers of brilliant colors against the backdrop of evergreen trees.

It is a unique scenery in the north, a show of abundance in the mountains in autumn, and a prelude to winter.

As a person who grew up in the countryside and was accustomed to seeing the waste wood of the mountain scenery, I gradually immersed myself in this beautiful natural scenery. Even the discomfort of feeling drunk at noon seemed to gradually dissipate in the fragrance of the grass and trees, and the steps became more and more brisk.

Just when I was feeling relaxed and happy, I was confronted by an old lady who walked down from the mountain, looking very old, with gray hair, wrinkled face, bent waist, and a basket hanging in her hand.

When she saw me, she smiled:

"Young man, buy some red in the mountains, the old woman just picked it up the mountain, it's fresh......"

After saying that, he did not come over, but put the basket on the ground, and slowly sat down on the stone by the roadside, and it seemed that the old man was already very tired from walking down the mountain.

Although I didn't have much money, when I saw this situation, I couldn't help but feel pity, and I walked forward and squatted down, and my eyes fell on the red in the half basket of mountains.

Mountain red is also one of the specialties of the north, which looks very similar to hawthorn, but it is smaller than hawthorn and does not have much flesh.

When I was a child, my grandmother also went up the mountain to pick the red in the mountains, came back to pinch out the seeds, and after the pulp was dried, it was soaked in water, and after adding sugar, it was sweet and sour.

The old lady's red head in this half basket of mountains is not big, but it is red and red, with a green leaf, it is very good-looking.

"Auntie, why are you selling red in the mountains?"

The old lady reached out and took one out of the basket and handed it to me:

"Don't ask the price first, you taste it, it's sour and delicious."

Only then did I see that she was wearing a pair of white labor protection gloves on her hands, probably afraid of hurting her hands when she had just picked the fruit. Now that she's handed it over, let's try it.

I reached out and took the fruit and took a bite of it.

This fruit is so sour, so sour from the mouth all the way into the heart...... Then it came out of the heart and sour to the nose, which made people want to cry, and their hearts were sad and wanted to cry.

Wrong! How can the fruit make people sad, I don't want to be in a bad way, right?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but settle down, but a sour feeling surged up from my heart, and I just wanted to cry!

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter in my ears, this laughter is very familiar, the first essay I wrote, which was used by the teacher as a negative textbook and read out to the whole class, causing laughter.

The laughter faded into the laughter of several girls. I remember this laughter, it was the first time I confessed to the girl I liked in my junior year of high school, and after being rejected, she whispered to a few girlfriends and laughed.

The laughter continued to change, becoming a person's laughter. It was the first time I handed in my sketch assignment in college, and the best one in the class drew the best one, and the voice of laughter when I held my "work......

The laughter grew softer, but still legible. I remember laughing when I handed a thin piece of resume to the recruiter at a job fair, and he put his hand on it.

When this endless laughter was over, I bent down and knelt down and bowed my head. A large tear burst out of his eyes.

As the tear fell to the ground, the ground turned crimson as if soaked with blood, and rapidly expanded outward, devouring the surrounding scenery at a rapid speed, and after a few seconds, the mountain disappeared in front of him.

I knelt on a blood-red clearing, and the sky and the distance were pitch black except for bursts of red light from the ground. It was as if I had entered a void.

Oops! It must have been the way of the old lady who sold the red in the mountains! My heart sank, and when I looked around, the old lady who sold red in the mountains did not leave, she was still sitting in the position just now, and her appearance was also changing.

First, the pair of labor protection gloves turned into patches of white ash, revealing a pair of shriveled hands with dark nails. I've seen these hands, especially the pitch-black nails, is it Huang Sangu?

Sure enough, the old woman who sold red in the mountains gradually became the appearance of Huang Sangu.

"Huang ...... Third aunt, who are you? ”

Huang Sangu heard my question, stood up, and patted the dust on her buttocks:

"Alas...... Third aunt, I originally wanted to help you, but I didn't expect the hole in your heart to be so big...... All lead to the illusion. ”

"This ...... What's going on? ”

"It's a fantasy created by your inferiority complex, alas...... The old woman didn't expect to get you here. It's not going to be easy now, if you don't get out of here yourself, you'll have to stay here forever. ”

Inferiority? Dreamland? What the hell is going on? Before I could figure it out, Huang Sangu walked up to me, squatted down, and stroked my head with her hand:

"Child, this illusion is of your own making, full of things you don't want to face, and it may bring back some unhappy memories in you. But just because you don't face them doesn't mean they don't exist, you have to learn to overcome them......"

Huang Sangu's hands are still so cold, but they make me sober up a lot, that's right, these laughter just now are things that I don't want to face, and I will feel uncomfortable when I think about it. Every time I think of this, I quickly cut off my memories and shift my attention, never facing them squarely and directly.

Just listen to Huang Sangu continue:

"These things are the source of your low self-esteem, and the third aunt tells you that everyone has times when they are weak and ridiculed, which is actually not ashamed. What is a shame is that they dare not face it, dare not look at it directly, and dare not stand up and compete. Child, if you think about it, if you judge yourself to lose before you fight, it is not a defeat to others, but a defeat to yourself. ”

Huang Sangu's voice was very soft and warm, which was the opposite of her cold hands, which made me think after listening to these words......

"Okay, you can solve the rest of the matter yourself, you have to fight and get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise you will be trapped for the rest of your life....... hehehe......"

After Huang Sangu finished speaking, she stood up, turned around and walked into the distance. Muttering to himself as he walked:

"If you are trapped here, I can't stand Liu Yulan's little girl coming to make trouble....... but I can't get past this level, and I'm a waste person to stay outside...... The old woman is thankless in this matter, and she is at a loss, and she is ...... loss."

As she spoke, she pulled her hands and pulled out a one-person-high crack in the scene in front of her like pulling out a curtain. Her figure flashed out, and the crack closed.

"Third aunt! Huang Sangu! ”

I quickly stood up and chased a few steps while shouting, but there was not even a sound around.

This...... How are you going to get out? There wasn't even a reference around, and the direction couldn't be distinguished. This made me feel weak for a while, and I quickly opened the Three Realms to see the real situation around me.

stared at the three eyes for a long time, and the surroundings were still a picture of immortality, red ground, black sky....... more and more I looked at it, the more hairy my heart became, and I subconsciously touched it in my arms. This touch scared me! What about my talisman?

The charm is gone!

I quickly rummaged through all the pockets, and yes, not a single talisman was gone, and several pockets were empty! What's going on? I felt a chill down my spine and broke out in a cold sweat.

Just as I was in a hurry, the laughter that had just disappeared resounded, this time in unison. Messy, harsh. I tried to find the source of the laughter, but they rang out in all directions, left and right, and I couldn't catch them.

This laughter was the same as Fu Yanhong's laughter when she hunted ghosts for the first time, as if the empty auditorium was full of echoes. A wave of fear hit me in my heart, and now with my bare hands, a Fu Yanhong really appeared......

When my mind moved, I was really afraid of something. I saw a figure floating in the distance, with a cloaked hair, a blue face, and a bloody face, who is not Fu Yanhong?!

"I'm really ...... Banana his grandma is a bala! ”

In the end, this foul language was scolded, not scolding others, but scolding yourself!

Huang Sangu said clearly, this is an illusion created by my own inferiority complex. The Fu Yanhong that appeared at this time must have been created because of the fear in my heart and the thought of her.

Fu Yanhong floated ten meters away from me and stopped, not looking to attack me, spinning in place. I'm determined that if I can make her, I can send her back! I closed my eyes and thought silently in my heart, Fu Yanhong hurry up! Fu Yanhong hurry up! Fu Yanhong hurry up!

After reading it three times in a row, I opened my eyes!

This! Calculate! Finish! Finish!!!