Biroba and the others bowed their heads several times before they stood up and led us over a mountain beam to the three grass huts where Gao Lingkai and I stopped yesterday.

At this moment, it was still early, but fortunately, Bilopa probably knew that the "ancestral spirits" would not appear until the evening, so he did not come to urge us, but led the five tribesmen to build an earthen platform, probably for the purpose of worshipping the ancestors.

Liu Manqi and Gao Lingkai and I took the opportunity to go to the place where the public savage tore He Hui apart yesterday and collected He Hui's body.

Bilopa didn't stop us, but arranged for two people to watch us from afar.

He Hui's body was originally torn to pieces, and from last night to today, nearly twenty hours have passed, and some birds of prey and beasts have taken away part of He Hui's body.

We could only collect as much as we could, and then we built a fire and burned it, wrapped the ashes in the fragments of He Hui's own blood-stained police uniform, and buried them in a shallow pit. And he sharpened a wooden plaque with a knife, which was both a tombstone and a mark.

Liu Manqi and I both had a thought in our hearts, if we could return home safely one day, we would definitely come here first, dig up the ashes and bring them back to He Hui's family.

By the time we were done, Biroba and the others had already erected an earthen platform about two feet high, on which a peeled branch more than one meter high was inserted, and a wooden strip was framed on the top of the branch.

Bilopa took off the black turban from his head and placed it on the beam, just like the old spirit flag.

Seeing that the sun was setting in the west, Bilopa and the others did not get anything to eat first, so they knelt down under the earthen platform on an empty stomach, and their mouths were just like the goddess before.

"What are they talking about?" Gao Lingkai asked Liu Manqi.

"I don't understand it either, it seems to be summoning their ancestral gods to appear and help them show the way." Liu Manqi said, looking back at me.

I knew that he was still suspicious of the "ancestral gods" in his heart, but when Gao Lingkai heard what he said, he couldn't help but look at the earth platform with his eyes, and his expression became a little nervous.

"Colliers, you say...... When will that fairy appear? I only want that fairy to appear, but I don't want to see that eerie old ghost again! ”

He lowered his voice to talk to me, but I didn't know how to answer.

Liu Manqi looked at Gao Lingkai, and then at me, probably seeing that Gao Lingkai's face was both excited and nervous, he also became nervous, staring at Biroba and the others, holding his breath and not daring to make a sound.

I had expected that if these people prayed sincerely, their ancestral spirits would appear.

Sure enough, as soon as it was dark, as the chatter of Biloba and others echoed in the mountains and woods, I only felt a gust of wind blowing on my face, and then Gao Lingkai grabbed my sleeve and said in a trembling voice: "It's here!" ”

In fact, at the same time that Gao Lingkai grabbed my sleeve, I had already seen a figure appear on the earthen platform piled up by Biroba and others.

is still white beard and white hair, and his face is still gloomy. The clear moonlight swayed on him, and it still passed through, leaving no shadow.

The mountain wind blew Bilopa's black turban hanging from the beam, and the figure swayed as if it were nothing.

"Seriously...... Yes...... Ghosts! ”

Liu Manqi let out a very low, very low exclamation beside me, and this stammered and broke because of the battle of teeth.

I was only afraid that he would upset the ghost with the word "ghost", so I hurriedly lowered my voice and said, "Don't speak!" He leaned closer to him soothingly.

Liu Manqi grabbed my arm and held it tightly.

I could even feel him trembling all over his body.

But as soon as Biroba and the others saw the white-haired ghost, not only did they not feel frightened, but they were overjoyed and excited, and they praised loudly and prostrated their heads.

That night, the white-haired ghost faced me and Gao Lingkai, and it can be said that he was gloomy and cold, and his face was full of viciousness, but today he looked at the descendants of his own clan, but his face was gentle and caring.

Biroba kowtowed a dozen times before he raised his face and began to talk to the white-haired ghost.

I couldn't understand what Biroba was saying, and I couldn't hear how the white-haired ghost responded, but I saw that the white-haired ghost seemed to frown, and suddenly looked up at me.

And as his gloomy eyes met mine, his gloomy voice immediately entered my mind.

"Just with you, kid, you dare to go to Calaf to reclaim my clan's holy relics?"

"I know I'm not good enough, but I always have to try!" I replied with a respectful face.

"Try your best?" The white-haired ghost let out an eerie sneer, "I don't care if you die or not, but don't involve my descendants and grandchildren to die with you!" ”

As the white-haired ghost spoke to me, Bilopa couldn't help but turn his face to look at me, while the rest of the people bowed down to the ground in awe.

And Gao Lingkai had already experienced this kind of situation before, so this time he didn't open his mouth again, and turned his head to see Liu Manqi's face was pale and trembling, he stretched out his hand and put his arm on Liu Manqi's shoulder comfortingly.

"Since the old man cares so much for your juniors, why don't you come with us? With the old man's ability, he shouldn't be afraid of that Calaf, right? ”

I always had a solemn face, but there was something about it in this sentence.

Zhang Xiaoyun once told me that this white-haired ghost had existed for more than a hundred years, and that he had a lot of ability, but it was only because of the influence of the back relief that he had come to the brink of extinction for twenty years.

But that frontal relief can amplify the signal, as long as this "ancestral god" is willing to take us to find that relief, his ability will naturally be increased accordingly, and when he really has to face "Calaf", he will definitely not watch his children and grandchildren suffer damage.

Unfortunately, my wishful thinking was quickly shattered by a hint of fear on the gloomy old face of the white-haired ghost.

"I'm not afraid of Calaf, of course, but Calaf has ...... There's that thing, and I can't get close to that thing! "The white-haired ghost's face is blank, it shouldn't be a lie.

That reminds me that every time Zhang Xiaoyun mentions "that thing", he is also terrified.

However, Zhang Xiaoyun's feeling for "that thing", that is, the frontal relief, is "don't dare", not "can't".

It is only when referring to "something else", that is, the back relief, that Zhang Xiaoyun uses the word "can't".

So I couldn't help but ask: "Why was Zhang Xiaoyun able to get close to that thing?" And the closer he gets to that thing, the greater Zhang Xiaoyun's ability will be? ”

The white-haired ghost was silent for a moment before slowly answering.

"That little girl was able to survive in the world because of that thing, and naturally the closer she gets to that thing, the greater her ability will be! But I'm not like her, as soon as I get close to that thing, I'll be dragged into hell, and I won't be able to escape! ”

The mention of the word "hell" made my heart tighten.

(See Chapter 108 "Relief")

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