The Eight Tigers said that the small tribe that lives on the White Dog Mountain, called the Baixi tribe, likes water, so they love to wear blue clothes. After the mountain ghosts were haunted in White Dog Mountain, these blue-clothed Baixi people also disappeared from then on.

I thought about it for a moment and let the Eight Tigers go down the mountain stream.

The water of the mountain stream was extremely clear, and I was so thirsty that I was about to bring some to drink, when I was suddenly dragged back by the Eight Tigers.

"The wild plantain in the mountains, the dead frogs in the water, this stream cannot be drunk." Eight tigers said.

I hurriedly looked around, and sure enough, as the Eight Tigers said, there were dead frogs with stiff limbs floating shallow on this mountain stream, and I counted them, and there were almost ten of them in this section of the stream alone.

"Frog drowning?" Wang Xiao made a joke.

Nobody paid attention to him, which wasn't funny, it made me feel weird.

"My grandmother said that frogs are friends of the mountain gods, and whenever a ghost appears, it will warn them with a chirp." The Eight Tigers are colorful.

"You mean, this frog was killed by a ghost?" Wang Xiao scoffed.

"If you don't believe me, you can take two sips." Eight Tiger Qidao.

Wang Xiao didn't dare to drink after all, so he snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Continuing down the mountain stream, the mountain road is rugged, and a foul smell chokes people's noses from time to time.

"Senior brother, it seems to smell of corpses!"

I couldn't help but cover my nose, only carrion with maggots would have this taste.

The Eight Tigers, who were walking in the front, suddenly shouted in fright.

I hurriedly ran over to the Eight Tigers, and my scalp was numb for a while.

This is the turning point of the mountain stream, which converges into a small pool, in which there are dense dead frogs, and many dead frogs have turned white bellies, which have become gray and black and pus-stinking, and small maggots are wriggling excitedly.

This is the time when tadpoles give birth to frogs, and for some reason, they all die in this pool.

The frog is a friend of the mountain god?

I shook my head, thinking irritably, I simply stopped thinking about it, held the Eight Tigers, and continued to walk forward.

"Lu Daoyou, look!" Chen Jihe suddenly approached me and said.

Looking over, he found a white skeleton in an old Taoist robe, hanging at the turn of the road.

The key is that behind the white bones of the Taoist robe, there are two crooked block letters.

Stop!

"This should be the ancestor of the ghost, but I didn't expect the ghost to be punished, and he died." Chen Jihe sighed, then walked over, collected the bones, and quickly dug a pit and buried it in the soil.

What was further along, my heart was even more uneasy.

The temperature around him plummeted, and the yin qi invaded people's bodies, and it was cool and swishing.

"What about the sun?" Wang Xiao suddenly said urgently.

I was also taken aback when I heard this, and when I looked up, the sun had darkened, and the sky had become dark.

"It's bad luck when it's cloudy." Chen Jihe gritted his teeth.

The ancients had a lot of research on the word "auspicious", which can be understood as the meaning of "goodness", "virtuousness" and "beauty".

If it is unlucky, it is vicious, dangerous, and it is very likely to encounter disasters.

"Senior brother, do you want to avoid it first?" Shi'an asked me.

The time is unlucky, the sky has a vision, to be honest, I also beat the drum in my heart, but when I think of it, I finally have a clue, the night is long and there are many dreams, and if it drags on, who knows what will happen.

"Boss, there's a village down there......" The Eight Tigers, who were exploring the way, ran back and said to me with trepidation.

Village? Could it be the village of the Baixi people? Didn't you say that the Baixi people had already been made into meat by mountain ghosts?

"Could it be a dead village?" Chen Jihe frowned.

Dead village refers to the death of people and the desolation of the village.

"No, this village seems to be alive." Chen Jihe walked over and looked, turned his head to me and said.

In addition to us, there are still living people in White Dog Mountain?

"Lu Daoyou, I feel that since I have arrived, I will go down and investigate."

In fact, I also think so, the soul returning grass is the treasure of the world, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger. Regardless of the situation of this strange village, for now, it seems to be our only clue.

I let the Eight Tigers follow, and I took the lead myself, holding down the two seven-section maces tightly.

Shi'an was worried about me, and after a while, he walked to the position next to me. Chen Jihe and Wang Xiao walked at the end, paying attention to the situation.

Getting closer, as Chen Jihe said, this strange village is vibrant, surrounded by greenery, where there are signs of desolation, more like a paradise.

"Senior brother, there are people." Shi'an suddenly shouted.

I looked over, and sure enough, I found a young junior standing on a soil front of me, squinting at us.

"Be careful, Lu Daoyou, this place is unusual." Chen Jihe said in a deep voice.

I nodded, and when I turned my head, I saw that the young junior had already walked towards us, with a puzzled expression.

I looked at him, with long hair and a thin-skinned animal coat, carrying something that resembled a shovel, and on the shovel hung a cloud of flesh and blood.

I was shocked.

"I just hit the mountain jump, and I couldn't hold it down when I was wild, so I simply killed it first." The young posterior laughed.

I didn't reply, and watched carefully.

"Outsiders, you shouldn't have come."

There are two kinds of meanings that should not come, one is undesirable and the other is admonishment, which is dangerous here.

"We came to the spring trip, got lost, walked around, and came to this end." I replied.

Housheng smiled, and seemed to be not half interested in debunking us, "The patriarch said, the person who came is a guest, if you don't like it, go into the village and drink saliva." ”

Eight Tigers turned pale, pulled me desperately, and whispered, "Boss, look at his pants." ”

I frowned and looked over, and found that the pants were blue and full of patches, but I was reluctant to throw them away.

Baixi people? Love water, love to wear blue?

"I heard that there is a Baixi village in Baigou Mountain in southern Yunnan, so it must be here." I turned around intentionally or unintentionally and spoke to Chen Jihe.

Hou Sheng also heard it, and there was no unhappiness on his face, "My friend said it well, this is Baixi Village, my clan is escapist and self-sufficient, I can't imagine that I am still remembered." As I said, don't panic, the visitor is a guest, and the Baixi people will use the sweetest wine to welcome friends from afar. ”

"Let's go into the village." Chen Jihe approached me and whispered.

I looked at the sky, it was almost dusk again, and it was time for those mountain ghosts to come out again.

"I'm sorry." I said lightly.

The young student wiped his face, smiled, and led us to the village.

I comforted myself that this Baixi village was just because it was not treated well by the people of southern Yunnan, so it was forced to hide from the world all the time, and it was incompatible with the mountain ghosts.

"There are some rules in the village, and I want you to follow them." The young student suddenly turned around, looked at me and said.

"Naturally, we know how to follow the customs."

"First, you must not go out at night, and even if you go out, you must use a clay pot at the head of the house. Second, do not speak to women. ”

I was stunned, the rules of the past two days are confusing, but since I came, these things should not be offended for the time being.

"Another point, the meat in the village is salty, I hope you are used to eating it." Housheng grinned.

I don't know what he means, could it be that the Baixi people have an extremely strong taste for food?

Following the young descendants, he soon entered the village. The style of the village is quite similar to that of the Eight Tigers, and it is also based on bamboo buildings to prevent snakes and insects from entering the house.

What is uncomfortable is that there is a faint smell of rot in the village, like a rat that has been dead for three days on the beams of the house.

"Friends, wait for me to inform the patriarch." The young Housheng stood up and said a word, and then walked into a large bamboo building next to it.

After a while, a short old man came out with a bamboo cane.

"This is my patriarch Grandpa Mo Fan, Grandpa said, I'm glad you are here." The young posterior laughed.

I nodded, not daring to let my guard down.

"Grandpa has prepared a water banquet for you to wash away the dust for you."

Water feast? It's a new name.

In fact, several of us were so hungry that we looked at the table full of dishes and wanted to eat them immediately.

"Everyone, please." Grandpa Mo Fan said with a smile.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at Chen Jihe a few times, and finally nodded.

At the moment, we should not be stupid enough to poison immediately, when we are particularly vigilant at the moment.

I took the lead in sandwiching a handful of bamboo shoots, and when I ate them, they seemed to taste pretty good.

Seeing me eating, Chen Ji and a few others were no longer polite and followed suit.

"Senior brother, it seems to be quite delicious...... "Shi'an muttered.

I said "um", stretched out my chopsticks, put a piece of dark meat on the meat jar on the table, sniffed it, and found that there was nothing abnormal, and put it in my mouth and took a small bite.

As soon as I put it in my mouth, I found that it was very salty, like eating a handful of salt.

I hurriedly poured a few sips of soup.

"Hehe, friend, this is my special salted meat of the Baixi tribe, but it is very salty, I hope you are used to eating it."

No wonder when we entered the village, the young posterity opened his mouth that the meat in Baixi Village was salty, and I hoped that we would be used to eating it.

I suddenly remembered when I was a child, the villagers made cured meat, and some pork was left out for a long time, so I always had to sprinkle more salt.

My heart sank, looking at the meat between the chopsticks, black and black.

"Grandpa, what kind of meat is this?" I asked uneasily.

"Naturally...... Mountain jumping meat, freshly beaten. Grandpa Mo Fan said lightly.

The smell of salt covered the meat, and I couldn't make out it.

"Little friends eat more." Grandpa Mo Fan looked at me.

I quietly put the meat down and re-sandwiched a handful of bamboo shoots.

Grandpa Mo Fan squinted, raised the bamboo cup, and called for us to drink together......

The bamboo building in Baixi Village is very small, and in order to facilitate communication, we simply lived in one room for five of us. What I didn't expect was that Grandpa Mo Fan actually agreed, and by the way, he mentioned the rules again.

Do not go out at night.

Do not talk to a woman.

I fell silent, opened the wooden window, and cautiously surveyed my surroundings.

"Fortunately, nothing unusual has been found now." Chen Jihe said in a deep voice.

To be cautious, I propose that five people take turns keeping vigil.

I always feel that the five of us are in a predicament of a turtle in an urn.