Seeing that I was not interested, the old stall man glanced at me and said, "What is so terrible about human skin, the skin on your body follows you day and night, and I don't see you afraid." ”

I cried and mourned: "Tan Ye, can this be the same?" ”

The old stall waved his hand: "Okay, with the lantern, follow me off." Whether or not you can save your companions also depends on the creation. ”

The old stall and I walked out of the yard one after the other, playing the bone-finding lantern.

It seems that the fog in the village appeared with the appearance of the spirits of those cliff burials. Because when we came out, I found that the fog that had once filled the whole village had dissipated.

But because the sky was overcast, the sight was still not very good.

However, I noticed that the room at the old stall was a bit lonely. It is far away from most of the houses in the village, and it seems to be outside of Nanliu Village.

I asked the old stall head who was walking in front of me, "Master Tan, why aren't you in this house with them?" ”

The old stall sneered: "If it were you, would you be willing to be a neighbor with an old man who picks bones all day long?" ”

I shook my head and said to myself, "That's really the case."

The old stall's house was at the end of Nanliu Village, and he took me to leave Nanliu Village quickly and walk down a mountain road.

I thought of the stone tablet I saw in the fog, and asked the old stall head: "Tan Ye, is this village of yours called Nanliu Village?" ”

"That's right."

"That'...... Do you know a place called Nanliu Village? ”

The old stall head was walking in front, and when he heard the name of Nanliu Village, he suddenly stopped. I followed and almost crashed into him.

I also stopped and asked, "Tan Ye, what's wrong?" ”

The old stall shook his head: "It's nothing. I haven't heard of any Nanliu Village, only one Nanliu Village, did you hear it wrong? ”

As he spoke, the old stall didn't speak again, and continued to walk forward with the lantern.

I stared at the back of the old stall, but there were more questions in my heart. When the name Nanliu Village was mentioned, the old stall head's body obviously reacted, indicating that he knew this place. But then he said that he had not heard of Nanliu Village, which was obviously lying.

The old stall is deliberately avoiding Nanliu Village, what is the reason for this?

Seeing that the old stall was about to go away, I hurriedly followed. I thought it would be better to solve the matter in front of me, there are more and more questions about Nanliu Village, and with my current situation and my ability, it seems that it can't be solved at all.

We had been walking on a mountain trail, and after a few tosses and turns, we gradually entered the mountain.

I already know that the implementation of cliff burial must first go to the top of the mountain, so I am not surprised to go up the mountain, but I don't know if this mountain is the legendary Zhuyang Mountain.

After entering the mountain, there are lush vegetation everywhere, and the moonlight is partially obscured by the branches and leaves, and the road under your feet is even darker.

The bone-seeking lamp we were carrying was better than nothing to illuminate, and several times I tripped over the road under my feet because I couldn't see the road under my feet.

I sneaked into a flashlight and lit it to illuminate it. Unexpectedly, the old stall found the flashlight light, turned around and scolded sharply:

"Who told you to play a flashlight? Shut it off for me. ”

The old stall man looked frightened, looking at him as if he was about to eat people.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly extinguished the flashlight, not understanding why the old stall leader was so sensitive.

The old stall head didn't give up: "If you don't listen to the command and act indiscriminately, you will kill both of us, do you know?" ”

I hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I won't be next time, I'll listen to you." ”

Still looking nervous, the old stall turned around and pulled me, first hiding in the grass next to me. He motioned for me to cover my head with my red robe.

I covered my head with my robe, squatted in the grass, and only looked out through the gap that had been left.

After a few moments, I heard the sound of thumping footsteps on the mountain road just now.

The footsteps were heavy, and stood out in the silence of the mountains.

The old stall was expressionless, his eyes fixed on the end of the road.

Who's coming? Why are the old stall heads so nervous?

The nervousness of the old stall also infected me, and I squatted in the grass with my robe over my head, and I didn't dare to breathe.

There was not much time, and as the footsteps approached, a white figure appeared at the end of the mountain road.

The figure was moving very fast, and after a few pedals, it came to the spot where I had just lit the flashlight, and then stopped.

I don't have a good angle, I can only see the back of the figure.

The man was not tall, less than one meter five, wearing a set of snow-white robes, which was dazzling in the night.

Suddenly, the man raised his head and let out a roar of rage at the sky. The roar was not loud, but it was so piercing that it gave me goosebumps when I heard it.

At that moment, the old stall man next to me reached out and pressed me, but he himself got out of the grass.

I knew he meant to tell me not to act rashly, but to continue lurking in the grass.

The old stall head ran up the mountain road, and the man in the white robe turned sharply and stared at the old stall.

The old stall reached out and grabbed a flag behind him, shook it vigorously in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Mountains and rocks, water and soil, find corpses and pick bones." Yin people borrow the way, and the living have no way. Do what God does, and don't hinder others ......"

The old stall head muttered a large number of words, and the Tongming flag in his hand swayed back and forth, not daring to stop for a moment.

The man stared at the flag at the old stall for five or six minutes, and at last he let out another howl, and his body moved, and he sped down in the direction from which he had come.

The old stall leader's body piled up like noodles, and he said weakly, "Okay, come out." ”

I hurriedly got out of the grass, helped the old stall up, and asked, "Master Tan, what was it just now?" Is it human? ”

The old stall head was covered with sweat at this time, and he shook his head: "It's not a person, it's a mountain ghost." ”

"Mountain ghosts? What is a mountain ghost? ”

Although I am convinced of the theory of ghosts and gods now, I am still surprised to hear the word mountain ghosts.

The old stall nodded: "It's a mountain ghost, also called a mandrill." There should be many different legends about mountain ghosts, generally in the deep mountains and ancient forests, especially when walking at night, you will encounter some mountain mandrill ghosts, some people say that they are wood, stone, birds, beasts

Some people say that the mountain ghosts specialize in eating beautiful girls and children, and some people say that they don't eat people, but they just love to play tricks on people, and they will secretly take away the cattle that people put on the mountain, or replace the food of the people who work in the fields with food for stones, and eat the food themselves...... But from our experience, encountering a mountain ghost at night is a death. ”

"And this kind of thing? Is this mountain ghost an animal or a spirit? I asked.

(End of chapter)

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