The two Hong Kong people also woke up, and it was the most soundly slept we had just had. I greeted the two of them, they spoke half-baked Mandarin, and I used broken Cantonese, and even guessed and had a good time.

Their program group is rooted in Southeast Asia all the year round, specializing in filming strange customs and customs, to put it bluntly, it is to lower the head, witchcraft, please the soul, ask rice and other things, the people love to watch this, the ratings are still high, and it can also stimulate the tourism industry. The weird tale series filmed by their group has a very high reputation in Hong Kong.

I listened with relish, and the chubby photographer gave me a business card, saying that if I had the opportunity to go to Hong Kong to find them, he could invite me to be a special consultant and follow their program team to do a program.

While we were talking, someone came out of the tent, it was Master Wu. Master Wu held the compass in his hand and made a gentle gesture to us, signaling that we should not speak.

He looked at the compass in the moonlight, then pondered it for a moment before slowly walking in a southwestern direction. The photographer was very professionally sensitive, and yelled at the male reporter, and the two of them got into the tent, and within five minutes of coming out, they had already taken out the camera, and the two of them were also very bold, and followed Master Wu into the dark forest.

I quickly flipped through my flashlight and followed. Master Wu walked very slowly in the woods, he knew that we were behind, but he didn't say anything, he followed as he liked. The woods were silent at night, and there were many mosquitoes flying, but fortunately, during the day, Master Wu used the rune paper of the Maoshan technique to smoke it for us, otherwise he would definitely be full of bags at this time.

Two Hong Kong people followed closely behind, and I used a flashlight to illuminate it in the back, and the round spots of light shone on the back of Master Wu, who appeared and disappeared in the woods like a ghost.

I walked for an unknown amount of time, and I gasped. After walking for a long time, Master Wu stopped and stood on a hillside with a compass in contemplation.

A few of us approached, and the cameraman carried the camera to give Master Wu a close-up not far away, and then took a distant shot of the mountains and forests of Hesse, which was inaccessible in the moonlight, and in the distance was a dense jungle, and I didn't know what mountains it led to.

Master Wu let out a long sigh of relief, and I said cautiously, "Master Wu, what's wrong with you?" What did you find? ”

Master Wu pointed to the depths of the dense forest not far away and said, "There is a strong Yin Qi there, very strong and very strong. ”

The male reporter asked, what does that mean.

"It's supposed to be a mass grave." Master Wu said.

The three of us looked at each other, and our throats moved. There are also mass graves deep in the mountains. The moon tonight is also weird, round and round, exuding an orange light, and the whole mountain forest looks extremely weird.

Master Wu said, "There is a feeling of mana fluctuations in that place. Someone must have used the Yin Qi of the mass grave to perform a spell. ”

The photographer is a master who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, so he hurriedly said, why don't we go over and have a look?

Master Wu pondered for a moment and shook his head gently: "Don't make any extraneous branches. Let's talk about finding my friends first. He turned around and left. We didn't dare to stay any longer, so we followed him back.

I leaned next to Master Wu: "Master Wu, could it be my third uncle for mana fluctuations?" ”

"I can't tell." Master Wu said: "Now you can't make any extraneous branches, so let's look for it step by step." ”

Master Wu is a very strict person.

When we returned to the station, the guide and Tang Shuo came out and asked us what we were doing. The male reporter recounted what had just happened. The scene maintained an oppressive silence, and everyone's hearts were heavy, and they all had a premonition that this expedition would be very dangerous and treacherous.

After a night's rest, we continued our journey the next day. Another day was gone. I don't know how far I went, but I reasoned roughly, I entered the mountains for two days, and I didn't know how many hills I climbed, and it's hard to say whether I'm still in Thailand.

At dusk, we came to a hillside and faintly saw a fire seeping out not far from the woods. We walked in that direction, and when we got closer, we saw that it was an old village hidden deep in the mountains.

There are probably dozens of houses in this village, all of which are old-fashioned stilted buildings, and a bunch of bare-bottomed children are laughing and playing in rotten ponds like mud monkeys. A piece of mud was thrown over, almost hitting Tang Shuo, who became angry and scolded those children in Thai.

The guide stopped him and went to communicate with the children in the local language, and the children ran into the village like flies.

The guide came back and told us that this was no longer Thailand, but Cambodia. The children spoke the most earthy Khmer language.

After a short time, adults came out of the village, led by a dry old man, and the guide went to talk to them. We watched from behind and the villagers were welcoming and invited us into the village.

In the middle of the village, there is a building made of trees that resembles a yurt, with no doors or windows, and is transparent on all sides. The guide told us that this is the place where the villagers discuss and hold ceremonies.

In this building, there is a circle of wooden chairs, and we are seated. After a day of walking, people were sleepy and tired, my legs were stiff, I lit a cigarette with Erlang's legs crossed, and Meimei took a puff.

After a short time, the villagers brought in an old woman, I don't know how old she was, her face was as old as a walnut, and she was simply dressed in a white dress on her upper body and a colorful skirt on her lower body.

According to the villagers, this is the sorcerer in their village, who wants to pray for the blessings of foreign guests.

The old lady skillfully smoked the local local cigarette, and there was a lot of smoke, which was a smoke, it was simply a chimney. The old lady was snorting the smoke on us as she inhaled, and when it came time for Master Wu, Master Wu made a gesture very politely to signal that she didn't need to.

The old lady looked at him, and without saying anything, she came to the next one, and the next one was me, and she sprayed smoke on me, and I coughed. The old lady looked at me and didn't say anything, she turned around, except for Master Wu, everyone smoked.

She said a few words to the village chief, who said to the guide, whose face suddenly turned blue. We asked what was going on and what was going on.

It took a long time for the guide to say, "This witch said that only one of us can get out of this forest alive." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and Tang Shuo hurriedly asked, "Who?" ”

The guide pointed his hand at me: "Him." ”

I couldn't put it into words, and I blinked: "The old lady said, among those of us, I am the only one who can get out of the forest alive?" That means ......"

"It's the rest of us who will die here." Master Wu continued.

No one spoke, everyone looked at each other, and they could hear the needle.

Tang Shuo reacted and immediately became angry: "!" I don't believe I can die here. ”

The chubby Hong Kong videographer said with a smile, don't be excited, what can a witch in the mountain village predict, she can't even say whether tomorrow will be sunny or rainy, and she will judge life and death. I've also asked Master Maoshan to calculate before, and people say that I will get married next year.

Tang Shuo hated and scolded: "I also know that I can't be sure, but this is disgusting to hear." ”

I took out the picture of Azan Bunlok and showed it to the village chief and the old lady, and the guide came to help communicate and asked them if they had seen the person in the photo.

The old lady nodded and said a string of words.

The guide blinked, looking incredulous, and said for a long time, "She said that the man in the photo is her master." She had studied spells with this man for half a month, but because of her poor qualifications, she was kicked out by her master. ”

My throat rattled, "Could it be that this little girl in the photo is her?" ”

Tang Shuo came over and slapped me on the back of the head: "Are you mentally retarded?" This old lady has a hundred if she is not eighty this year, if the little girl is her, how many years ago was this photo? Eighty years ago? Azan Bunlok had already burped. ”

The guide asked the old lady who the little girl in the photo was.

The old lady did not hide it, and said a lot more, and the more the guide listened, his eyes widened, and finally he even wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"What the hell is going on, you are flipping." Tang Shuo urged. Ever since he heard the old witch say that he couldn't get out of the mountains alive, his temper has become more and more irritable.

The guide said that she had never seen this little girl, but she had heard of it, and that she was a saint here. Thirty years ago, there was a saint in the village who was able to tell the story of what would happen in the future when she was a child, such as tomorrow when it rained heavily, and which river she would go to catch fish the most today. The kid did something later, she casually pointed to a villager and said, "You're going to die tomorrow." As a result, this villager really fell off the cliff and died the next day. Later, the little girl basically pointed to whoever she was referring to, and there was no inhibition. At first, the village still used her as a treasure, but when they saw that she was so evil, they thought that the little girl might be a bad thing, and planned to lynch her, with stones tied to her body, and thrown into a deep pool, the so-called sinking pool.

On the day of the execution, Azan Wenlok arrived, rescued the little girl, and told the villagers that he intended to take her as an apprentice and follow him in the future. Everyone in the village knew him as a great wizard who lived in seclusion in the mountains, so they agreed to let the little girl go.

The guide said that the old lady pointed to the photograph and said that it should have been taken thirty years ago, when Azamunlok had just taken the little girl as an apprentice.

Thirty years ago, there was a strange team in the mountains, heavily armed, carrying a lot of things, and very advanced equipment. Someone in the team was holding a machine, presumably a camera, and took a group photo of Azan Wenlok and the little girl.