Master Wu told us that after crossing this mountain, there should be a mass grave behind, where the yin qi is extremely heavy, and he will send a charm to everyone at that time, and must not lose it, it has the effect of dispelling obscurity and removing yin. Otherwise, just a few of us ordinary people, go to the mass grave for a walk, and at least go home with a fever for a few days, and rush the yin soul inside, it will be very troublesome.

We followed Master Wu all the way forward, and the woods were foggy and oppressive. Bypassing the hill, we stood on a high place and looked at it, and we all started a cold war.

I saw a mountain valley not far away, and in the middle of the night, there were candlelight, all green light, flying up and down.

We all looked stupid, and the photographer took a shot with a camera on his shoulder.

"How come there are still people lighting candles in the wilderness?" The male reporter in Hong Kong asked curiously.

Master Wu smiled faintly: "That's not a candle flame, it's phosphorescent light." ”

We looked at each other and didn't speak. Everyone is a knowledgeable adult who knows what phosphorescent is all about. When a person dies, it will decay into bones, and there seems to be some substance in the bones, which can chemically react with the air, producing a dark green light, which looks like a candle flame and a firefly from a distance. The countryside calls it ghost fire.

There used to be a cemetery behind our village, and I remember when I was a child, my father took me on a night walk, and I saw such a ghost fire at that time. It's just that there were very few ghost fires at that time, only three or four, but the mass grave in front of him was densely packed with hundreds of green lights.

In the middle of the night, seeing such a scene, no matter how bold Rao is, his legs and stomach are a little tendoned.

Our flashlight didn't shine that far, and we followed Master Wu over. As I got closer and closer, I smelled a heavy smell of corpses.

The corpse here stinks to such an extent that it seems that the air has condensed into substance, and it is extremely rough to drill into the nose and eyes.

We bought masks when we came, but we were in a hurry tonight, and we forgot to take the masks, and we were dizzy one by one, especially the male reporter in Hong Kong, who was holding on to the tree and vomited.

Venerable Wu asked everyone to go back first, and when the smell calmed down a little, he drew an exorcism charm on the forehead of the male reporter, and then gave each of us a charm.

The rest of the people were fine, but the male reporter reacted very much, he sat on the ground panting, his face was very pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Master Wu told him to sit here and not move, not to go in with us, in case there were uncontrollable consequences.

Everyone brought the charm, and then took the local materials, tore off a strip of clothing, wrapped it around the face, and barely blocked the nose. Charms can ward off evil spirits, but they can't stop the stench, and there is no way to do it.

Master Wu took us back to the mass grave, no one spoke, and when we opened our mouths, the stench was poured into our mouths, and no one could stand it.

There are no graves and tombstones in this mass grave, and there is a long gray-white house in the middle, dilapidated, I don't know what age it was built, there are no doors and windows, and it is dark inside. Around the house were four deep ditches, in which the Hessesen was piled with bones, almost flat to the ground.

In addition to these four ditches, there are wreckage everywhere, I don't know if they were dragged out by wild dogs, or if the bones were thrown away when they were brought here.

We walked slowly, there was silence all around, no sound could be heard, and the camera carried by the cameraman was shaking.

The area of the mass grave is not large, but there are a lot of bones, especially in the deep ditch, where one layer is pressed on another, and it is estimated that there are hundreds of corpses.

And it's extremely cold here, and when we wear short sleeves, it feels like we're on the air conditioner and get goosebumps.

Master Wu stopped, his face solemn, holding the compass in his hand, and slowly turned to the long gray-white house.

He pointed to the house and said, "There is the strongest aura of spells there, and the two of them have fought spells there." ”

Everyone followed him, and when they arrived at the door of the house, there was no door at all, and when they looked inside with a flashlight, they seemed to have absorbed the light of the flashlight, and it didn't shine at all. I've never seen anything so weird.

Master Wu silently chanted at the door and slowly walked in.

We hesitated a little outside, and the cameraman carried the machine into the second inside. Tang Shuo pulled me aside: "Did we talk about it in advance?" ”

I did have an agreement with him, and his task was to accompany me to find the address of Azamunlok, and I would have to do the rest myself.

I wanted to fight him, but I haven't found Azan Wenlok yet, but the smell around me is so bad that I want to vomit if I say a word, so I wave my hand and signal that he can leave.

Tang Shuo clasped his fists at me and walked outside alone.

As soon as he walked away, the guide didn't enter the house after thinking about it, and turned around and left.

Now at the door of the white house, I am the only one left. I gritted my teeth and followed into the house.

It was so dark inside that I couldn't see my fingers, and I could faintly see the light in front of me turning on and out, and I recognized it as the power supply on the camera. I went over, and with a flashlight, I saw the fat cameraman, his face was very pale, and when he saw me, he breathed a long sigh of relief and made a gesture, which meant that Master Wu went inside.

I went with him deeper into the house.

Stepping on the ground, it creaked, and it could be inferred that there was a thick wooden plank underneath, but it was in disrepair and made a screeching sound.

After walking not far, in the light of the flashlight, I vaguely saw Master Wu standing in the corner of the floor, looking down.

I went over with the cameraman, and Master Wu made a gesture to silence us. I shone my flashlight through it, and there was a deep hole in the floor, and it was pitch black without a single light.

I squatted on the ground, trying to put the flashlight in, but the light could not go down to the edge of the deep hole, and I could faintly see a sloping tunnel underneath, which should lead to somewhere underground.

Master Wu took out a handful of charms, lit them, and scattered them all over the sky, walking around the edge of the hole.

It took a while to stop.

I asked in a low voice, "Master Wu, what's going on here?" ”

Master Wu said, "The fluctuation of mana has continued into this deep hole. ”

I was shocked: "Could it be that my third uncle and that Azan are in this hole?" ”

Master Wu thought for a moment and said, "I'll go down and have a look." ”

My throat rattled: "Master Wu, it's too dangerous. ”

Master Wu shook his head: "I will go down if it is dangerous or not, and I will not give up until I find An Dong's whereabouts." ”

He asked me and the photographer to wait outside, and he took a flashlight and carefully drilled into the deep hole, because it was so dark, and the person went down, shook for a while, and then disappeared, as if he was submerged in the endless black water.

The cameraman removed the camera from his shoulder, and the two of us sat on the spot, neither of us speaking.

After waiting in the dark for a long time, Master Wu didn't come up, and he didn't even have any signal to give back. After waiting a little longer, I said to the cameraman, I'll go down and have a look.

The cameraman didn't understand what I meant at first, so I made a gesture and gestured to myself to go down.

He grabbed me, shook his head, and motioned for me to be careful.

I know that I will die for a lifetime, but I am really unwilling to go home like this. Not to mention that it is for the third uncle, or for the one million remuneration, they have already come here, so they have to take a look, and they can be counted as explanations when they go back.

I flashed my flashlight at the edge of the hole, gently poked my foot in, and guessed the downward passage. I made an OK gesture to the cameraman and slowly walked down into the deep hole.

This hole is about forty-five degrees angle with the ground, not very steep, all the way down the road, the surrounding is very dark, the real sense of the hand can not see the five fingers, the light of the flashlight can only see the square inch of the big place. In other areas, there is not even a trace of light in the middle of winter, which is extremely weird.

I walked all the way down, estimated that I could walk for about forty or fifty meters, and when I reached the bottom, I stepped on the ground.

I turned on my flashlight, and I couldn't see anything, as if I had entered a black nothingness. It feels terrible here, I always hope that the flashlight will find something, but now it shines out, and there is no reflection, except that black is black.

I touched the corridor behind me, hesitating for a moment, if I left here and tried to find it back in the dark, I am afraid it would be even more difficult.

I thought about it, turned the flashlight to the brightest, and put it at the door of the corridor. This flashlight is specially made for expeditions, it can last more than 24 hours, I put it in the ground, at least for a day, it can still shine and can be used as a marker of recovery.

I only have this flashlight, and when I put it here, I have no lighting tools at all.

I stretched out my arms, groped in front of the darkness, and rubbed forward. After walking for about ten minutes, I looked back, the flashlight was no longer visible, completely submerged in the darkness, and if I wanted to find it again, I could only rely on instinct and luck.