It stands to reason that with such a rampant group of tomb robbers on the mainland, coupled with the clear location of the cemetery in the ancestral house, the tomb robbers should have dug the founder's grave more than ten times. However, I didn't find any traces of theft and excavation nearby. It's kind of weird.

"Keep going, keep up." I told the two girls behind me to be careful, and then went into the path of the mountain in the woods. The road is in disrepair, and I don't know how long it hasn't been walked, but weeds have almost filled the road. Perhaps there are often wild animals in the vicinity who come down this road to drink, and the grass will fall all over the place, and it is impossible to distinguish the traces.

I walked forward for a while, but I don't know when the fog started. The fog filled the surroundings, and it was very cold. Li Nuoyi dragged me tightly with his left hand, and grabbed the Qingyin droplet with his right hand uneasily. The further you go, the lower the visibility, and in the end you really can't go any further.

I looked down at my watch, and it was almost nine o'clock in the morning, and the fog showed no signs of dissipating. When he was hesitating whether it was time to turn back, Li Nuoyi said softly, "Why don't you go a little further and try?" ”

"Okay." I agreed, and slowly moved through the fog. After walking for about ten minutes, it suddenly became clear to me that a towering tree stood straight not far away.

"Out of the fog." I couldn't help but feel relieved, after all, the visibility of the fog was almost as low as five meters, and my heart was always nervous when I walked inside. The human eye provides a sense of security, and most people will be irritable and even frightened when their vision is blocked.

I'm a normal person, and of course I'm no exception.

"Ah Ye, that tree seems to be a little familiar!" Li Nuoyi weakly pulled me.

It was a coop tree dozens of meters high, and under her reminder, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that it was very similar to what she had just seen. I walked over impatiently, and saw a turtle-like head held high under the tree with a stone monument on its back, and the corners of my mouth full of mockery.

Damn, the three of us walked in the fog for nearly an hour, and finally somehow went back to where we started. I felt like I was walking towards a ridge, but what was it that affected my sense of direction and judgment?

I looked into the distance in bewilderment, the northern ridge was lush green, and the sun rose in the east, reflecting a pleasant color on the mountainside. There, where is the fog?

There is a cool air rushing to my mind, what the hell is going on?

On the other side, Qiu Mu, the gaffer, and the photographer were searching westward. They walked a long distance along the woods and until now did not find anything of value. Before you know it, you've come to the depths of the forest. The birds around disappeared without a trace, and occasionally the sun shone through the canopy, like water spewing out of the shower head, falling to the ground in dots.

There was a coldness, silence, silence throughout the forest, and it seemed as if every tree was carrying a deadly attack.

"There's something evil in this place." The photographer grunted with the camera on his shoulder, and he faithfully recorded all the scenes

"If I can go back, I can sell the video to a TV station or a certain crew, and I can definitely sell it for a good price."

"yes, I've never encountered anything as weird as this one in my life." The gaffer's expression was complicated: "It's good to go back alive." ”

"Don't worry, I'll definitely be able to go back. I only hope that after the newspaper fires me, the newspaper association will not revoke my press card. Qiu Mu scratched his head, this adventure went well at the beginning, which step was wrong and made it what it is now" Alas, it is very mildew! ”

He sighed.

"You say, is everything really all a ghost who doesn't eat porridge?" The photographer wondered, "Why is he doing this?" I don't believe in the nonsense of goose plucking. If luck can be collected, why don't he go to the pedestrian street to collect it. There are the most people there, and some of them die suddenly every day and they don't suspect him. But he did everything possible to trick us into Yinshan Village. ”

The lighting engineer was also very strange, "What did the one who didn't eat porridge tell you before he came, and actually made you decide to follow up on this subject within half a day, and even made a convocation report to the editor-in-chief for approval before the newspaper went to print?" ”

"It's not a big deal, but I think the subject matter is really novel. The supernatural things that came out of the closed door village not long ago should be able to cater to the taste of the public. Qiu Mu wanted to speak and stopped, and what he said in the end was very insincere.

"It's a little weird that the editor-in-chief approves it so quickly." The gaffer bites on.

"I guess he's also interested in this subject, why don't you ask him in person when you go back." Qiu Mu said perfunctorily.

The gaffer immediately stopped talking, and asked him to run around and ask the editor-in-chief this stupid question, do you still want to be promoted in your life?

"It's so strange that the fog is so big, there was still the sun just now, but now it's foggy. It's inexplicable enough! The photographer muttered, and the fog fell at some point, as dense as the liquid nitrogen of the stage, so thick that he almost couldn't reach out of his fingers.

"Indeed, it is the sun and the fog, the curse and the dead. Damn, my head hurts so much. Qiu Mu shouted, "Everyone be careful, don't get separated." ”

There was a sudden ringing in the photographer's ears, and the tinnitus was sharp, but it disappeared in an instant. He rubbed his ears and listened, but he could no longer hear the other two.

"Hey, Gao Wei, Qiu Mu, where are you?" The photographer shouted.

It was quiet, no insects or birds chirping, and no one answered him.

He immediately stopped and tried to scream a few more times, but no one responded. Fear is most likely to arise when people have obstructed vision and are surrounded by silence. The whole world was white, and the fog was rolling in all directions, and it was impossible to find the south, south, west, and north.

The viewing area was reduced to just under five meters, and the photographer turned on the camera's fill light.

The light penetrated the fog and did not cut through the mist like a knife inserting cream. The fog is still tumbling fog, and the light is sprinkled on the side, as if sprinkled on the projector screen, without the slightest effect.

"Damn it!" The photographer grew more and more frightened, and he groped his way forward while shouting the names of his two companions. Suddenly, the ringing in the ears rang again. This time it was accompanied by a sharp pain deep in the ear. After the tinnitus, he felt that his ear canal was wet, and he touched it with his hand, and he actually touched the blood in his hand.

The blood-red color was so bewitching in the billowing white mist.

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