This is also normal, after all, according to my age, the whole circle is considered small.

Walk to the front, pick up the plate, fill a little bit of food by yourself, a little rice, it's like a buffet here, everything can be served by yourself, this is what I wrote on the small board I saw in front.

After taking the food, I quietly walked to the corner to the side, and while eating, I looked around carefully.

Now in the whole tent No. 2, there are six people sitting and eating, and I looked at the hands of these people from a distance, and I could tell whether these people were old or not by the calluses on their hands.

It's just that I'm inexperienced, and I don't have the extraordinary vision that I have cultivated in inverted buckets, otherwise I might be able to see what these people are good at.

According to the records in the "Tomb Biography", the real master can judge which aspect the inverter is good at by the position and thickness of the cocoon on the hands of other inverted fighters, and what is usually the weight of inverted buckets.

Generally, the cocoon is in the palm of the hand, and the cocoon is mostly between the fingers and the fingers, responsible for knocking bricks to identify, and the cocoon is on the outside of the knuckles.....

Through the thickness of these cocoons, you can distinguish the type and emphasis of the basic craftsman.

I know, but I don't have the experience to discern.

But I found something strange about it, and of the six, there was one in the southeast whose hands were not calloused, but looked very clean, not like the hands of a worker.

My heart suddenly sank, this person, either a cannon fodder layman he found, or an extremely powerful master.

There are so many extremely powerful inverted bucket schools for the care of the hands are very in place, and they can even be as white as jade, the descendants of this kind of inverted bucket flow, often soak their hands in some special oil since childhood, and their hands are as soft as bones.

Such a pair of hands can do movements that most people can't do, and their hand movements are also very flexible.

For opening some special mechanisms or fetching objects from some small spaces, such a pair of hands is like a divine help.

"Woo woo woo ......" While thinking about it, there was a sudden strange sound outside the tent, far and near, a little ethereal, but it sounded so real.

This strange sound, like crying, was extremely desolate, and the mournful wail mixed with the crying could be faintly heard, and a yin wind blew in along the entrance of the tent, and instantly felt cold all around.

Yes, it's night now!

I shuddered violently, and the rumors of the Devil May Cry Pit sounded, if there is no mistake, this sound should be the "specialty" of the Devil May Cry Pit, Devil May Cry.

The six people in the restaurant immediately put down the chopsticks in their hands, and the first person to stand up was the man with white hands.

The man's overall complexion is pale, especially his hands, and when he compares the skin on his face, he is afraid that he will still be two degrees whiter.

Immediately I saw the man put his hand into the collar of his jacket, took out a red thread, and looked along the red thread, and at a moment an object like a tooth appeared in front of everyone.

"Touch the Golden Talisman!"

I stared closely at the object in the man's hand and called out the object's name.

Touching the golden talisman this kind of thing, I not only saw it from the notes in the book, but also saw the real object with my own eyes, the first time I went to the tomb, Zuoyun Zhang Yu had a piece, relying on this thing, Zuoyun Zhang Yu was not affected by the ghost jade, and successfully escaped.

Touching the gold talisman has the effect of warding off evil spirits, and it seems that many people have been prepared for this tomb.

As soon as the golden talisman came out, it also showed that the first possibility I had speculated before was ruled out, and the person in front of me may be the inheritor of a certain inverted dou school!

The strange noise outside became louder and louder, and gradually developed into an extremely sharp and unpleasant sound, like the sound of a fingernail scratching a blackboard, which was absolutely unbearable for ordinary people.

Listening to this, I got goosebumps, and the coolness of my hands and feet became heavier.

The man stared at the door of the tent, and the rest of the group followed suit, trying to see through the dim sky what the strange sound was making.

I don't know if this person's touching talisman worked, and the weird screams continued for a while, and gradually calmed down.

Staring at the outside of the tent, my gaze became a little solemn, it seemed that all this about the Devil May Cry Pit should be true, at least the strange sound could not be faked.

Now that it is getting late, in this kind of fierce place, there is almost no safe place, a place where the evil qi is strong, and it can even cause the evil qi to invade the mind and lose reason.

Right now, the safest place for me is on my bed.

Without communicating much with these people, I stood up, ignoring the unfinished meal, and walked out of tent No. 2 with a quick trot, trotting towards the tent where I was in No. 8.

When I got to the tent, I quickly got into bed and tucked the compass under my pillow.

My compass is handed down from my ancestors, and it can also play a certain role in warding off evil spirits and avoiding evil, so the preparation is complete.

Although there are other evil ward-off items in my bag, they don't fit in this room.

For example, things like black dog blood can indeed ward off evil spirits, but the smell of blood in the residence is too strong, and it really affects the residence.

Lying flat on the bed, I will be covered with my body, I feel that the cool air around me has dissipated a lot, my eyes are half-squinted, and the silence around me is terrible, there is no sound of insects and birds, and there is no sound of other tents.

It felt like I was the only living creature around.

Although there are not many people in the camp, I estimate that there are only about a dozen people, but it should be impossible not to have a voice.

In particular, the distance between the tents and the tents was not too far, as if something separated them, so that the sound could not be heard at all.

In the dim darkness of the night, I slowly closed my eyes, trying not to think about the strange things that had happened around me, and calming the conjectures and fears in my heart.

After more than an hour of cycling today, I was a little tired, sleepy in the dark, and fell asleep in a trance.

In the middle of the night, it was very cold all around, and I was in a state of half-sleep and half-consciousness with some blurred consciousness, and I vaguely heard the previous wail.

My mind cleared up at a strange noise outside the tent, and I felt a vague stiffness all over my body.

The whole body was from head to toe, and I couldn't even move a finger.

A cool air rushed down the soles of his feet to the back of his head, and a crisp cracking sound was faintly heard.

It's a ghost press!

Not only have I heard of this kind of thing just lying in bed, but I have also encountered it once before when I was sleeping in the school dormitory.

According to Western medicine, when you wake up suddenly, when the muscles and nerves are not awake, you will be conscious and unable to move.