"Huhu~~" The wind on the mountain shook the branches and leaves, making a ghostly sound. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info From the stone steps below, several old men carrying sacks hurriedly walked up, and these people kept hurrying, and from time to time they made low voices, forming an incompatible scene on the silent mountain. "Ahem! Xiaolin, just under the mountain, the wind is not so strong, why the more you climb, the stronger the wind gets, I am a little panicked. A rickety old man in the crowd whispered.

At this time, a burly middle-aged man in the lead turned around and said: "Didn't I say you, Brother Wang, since you were a child, you have taken us to run all kinds of in the mountains every day, and the people in the village call you Wang Daring, why are you so timid now." There are a few of these people in the sack that we have seen since we were children, and what are we afraid of. "That's right. Wang Daring didn't have the courage to "A few people inside should be in harmony, and the crowd burst into laughter.

"I saw the tomb tower, we are almost there, we will put these people in the sarcophagus first, we must put them well, otherwise it will be unlucky," the middle-aged man surnamed Lin in the lead shouted. A few people below also showed joy, after all, no one wanted to stay with these corpses for a while.

"But in this kind of good weather, the wind on the mountain will not be like this..."Halfway through the words, suddenly the old man surnamed Wang saw in the moonlight that there seemed to be someone standing faintly outside the tomb tower, one, two, I felt that there were many people, the old man blinked, those people disappeared, and the black tomb tower brought an inexplicable weirdness to the old man.

The old man couldn't help but start to breathe rapidly, and then the people next to him saw the old man surnamed Wang's strange appearance, and joked: "Everyone, look, Wang Daring is afraid", which made everyone laugh, and the old man didn't say what he saw, for fear of being laughed at by others again.

After a while, everyone finally arrived outside the tomb tower, Wang Daring glanced around, and didn't see anyone, if there is anyone, then Wang Daring's heart can be more stable, so that you can explain the person you saw just now, but if there is no one, then the person you saw just now is not a ghost.

Thinking of this, Wang Daring began to tremble even when he stood up. Wang Daring kept saying in his heart, "It must be me who is wrong, I must be wrong." "Brother Wang, give me the key" The middle-aged man surnamed Lin shouted a few more times, and Wang Daring realized that he quickly took out the key and gave it to the middle-aged man surnamed Lin tremblingly. Since it was dark, everyone couldn't see Wang Daring's face, and the middle-aged man surnamed Lin also shook his head, thinking in his heart: "The older a person gets, the less courageous he becomes." “

Without thinking about why Wang Daring was so timid today, the middle-aged man surnamed Lin gently opened the door of the tomb tower with the faint light from the oil lamp.

"No, no" At this time, the old village chief was walking back and forth at home, constantly reciting these two words in his mouth, as if he had encountered something tricky. The crutches in Zhang Lingpo's hand are also constantly knocking on the floor, Zhang Lingpo said, "But I didn't expect this day, I shouldn't have it", the reason is: in Zhang Lingpo's extradition law, each dead person is replaced by a scarecrow, and the scarecrow's arm is trapped with a red rope, one by one, representing each other on the Huangquan Road. Then under the big tree at the entrance of the village, it was laid flat for three days and two nights before it could be burned. In ancient times, there was a saying that the spirit tree passed through yin and yang. Therefore, it is better for the soul to follow the path of the tree than to suffer with the ghost.

The scarecrow was tied in the evening, and it didn't take long for the scarecrow to burn up in full view of everyone, for no reason, Zhang Lingpo suddenly remembered that the old Taoist priest who came last time had said that he could not go up the mountain on July 20 every year, and he could not enter the tomb tower, otherwise something would happen. Zhang Lingpo immediately called a few bystanders to help him and rushed to the village chief's house, but the village chief also wanted to find Zhang Lingpo to explain the matter, and at this time, several people who went up the mountain had not returned, and they didn't know if something had happened. The village chief thought for a while, called the people in the village who were easy to move, brought torches or oil lamps, and the group hurried up the mountain.

It is also strange to say, the road that can be completed in forty minutes is now an hour's rush, and only vaguely see the outline of the tomb tower, and after more than twenty minutes, a group of people finally arrived. A few people shouted over there, "Lao Lin! Where are you", the voice sounded loudly around the empty place, but did not hear a trace of response, a middle-aged man with a relatively large courage, holding a torch and walking towards the door of the tomb tower, and then shouted "The door is not locked, you come and ......", before the words were finished, the whole person disappeared under everyone's noses, the torch fell to the floor, rolled a few times, and a lot of sparks appeared.

The people next to him were stunned when they saw such a scene, and everyone didn't dare to move, for fear that they would be the next one to disappear. The village chief also broke out in a cold sweat at this time, and it was the first time he had seen such a strange situation.

"Fog, it's fog, have you seen it?" someone in the crowd said, and the village chief looked around, and the fog under the lights looked even more weird. So a few people slowly retreated, "There is no road behind, the road we took when we came is gone," someone else shouted. So the big guy looked back, and saw that behind them, that is, they were stepping on the edge of the cliff, and a few people were about to fall down after a few steps back. A man raised the torch in his hand and threw it down, and the torch gradually changed from big to small in the eyes of everyone, and finally turned into a point of light and disappeared.

"There's a ghost, help" I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and everyone panicked. A few of the timid ones sat on the ground on the spot and began to cry. The old village chief saw that people's hearts were disheartened, so he wiped the sweat on his face and said, "Why the hell have lived for so long, are so many of us still afraid of one or two ghosts!" This sentence is like a powerful reassurance. The big guy is starting to calm down.

Then, before everyone could put their minds at ease, something like rattan suddenly stretched out from the tomb tower, to be exact, it should have protruded from the window of the tomb tower, and a few people who were slightly close to the tomb tower were suddenly pulled in by those rattans, and let out a miserable scream in the tomb tower, followed by death-like silence. In front is the ghost claw, and behind is the cliff, both of which are dead ends.

After a while, the rattan stretched out again, grabbed people one by one, the old village chief took a few steps back, and suddenly had a sense of stepping on the air, only to find that he had fallen from the mountain, and at the moment of falling, the old village chief saw a few people standing on the Bagua Tomb Tower, with a strange smile on his face. The old village chief muttered: Aren't these people Xiaolin!! Then it went dark. Nothing can be seen.