Chapter 5: The Yellow Skin Immortal

Ma Chengcheng didn't tell us ghost stories tonight as usual. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I sat by myself by the charcoal basin and roasted the fire, and I couldn't tell what it tasted like. Looking at the flickering sparks, I remembered the sound of knocking on the stone slab I heard during the day. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I felt, and the surrounding branches were intertwined. I got into the bed early after baking the fire, and lay on the bed, I thought that I might lose sleep when I encountered these messy things today, but I didn't expect to listen to the sound of the wind whirring outside the window, and I slowly fell asleep unconsciously.

A dreamless night.

As soon as the day dawned, Ma Chengcheng dragged me out of bed in a hurry, and she said mysteriously that she had to do something big today.

I yawned sleepily and muttered, "What could be more important than sleeping?" ”

Ma Chengcheng said with a smile: "Hurry up, Chuan Chuan has seen the hairy mouse!" ”

I lifted the quilt with a spirit.

Hairy mouse is a dialect, that is, we often say squirrels, I saw others raise them when I was a child, and I wanted to raise them for many years, and now I heard Ma Chengcheng say that he saw a wild hairy mouse, and it was false to say that he was not excited.

I got up as fast as I could, and I didn't even bother to wash up before I asked Ma Chengcheng where the hairy mouse was, and Ma Chengcheng pointed to the slope on the right side of the dojo and said that Chuan Chuan found it there should still be it now.

The slope was neither high nor steep, so I followed Ma Chengcheng along the path and slowly touched it. Chuan Chuan stayed on the top, saw us coming, made a booing motion, and motioned for us to look at a tree not far away.

Sure enough, about three meters above the ground on that tree, there was a hairy mouse.

I was shocked, and my whole body was full of energy.

The hairy mouse was a bit of a daz, with a burly tail that was much darker than the hair on it, and I was a little disappointed at the same time because it looked a little uglier than I expected.

The hairy mouse sniffed left and right, and one jumped to another tree, Chuan Chuan hurriedly followed, and Ma Chengcheng also followed lightly.

I was about to follow, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a flash of brown in the grass not far away.

I was so happy that I didn't expect there to be a hairy mouse. Looking at Chuan Chuan and Ma Chengcheng, who were chasing the hairy mouse away, I hesitated for a moment, but followed the swaying grass to chase the one I found.

The second hairy mouse is not as fast as the first one, it has been picking grass to run, looking at the frequency of the weeds shaking, I estimate that the size should not be small. Thinking that if I caught it for a while, Ma Chengcheng and they might not know how to look at me differently, and I became more and more energetic to chase the hairy mice. The hairy mouse stopped and stopped, and I followed it closer and closer, and every time I looked at it, I touched it, and the hairy mouse always turned around and ran into another weed.

I couldn't catch it, and seeing it run not far in front of my eyes, I was a little discouraged, and straightened up to rest.

When I stood up, I unconsciously looked around, and I immediately got goosebumps.

Not far away, a familiar old locust tree is bathing in the sun, and its slender and slender leaves are densely turning to hide the shadow under the tree.

The weather is fine today, but I'm in an ice cellar at the moment.

Isn't this the back mountain we came to yesterday?

Who would have thought that I would run back after three or four rounds, and I really regretted it a hundred times at that time, and I was annoyed that I had chased the mouse.

The weeds shook a little, and out came a brightly colored animal, which looked at me with bright eyes, raised its forelimbs and bowed, and ran behind the old locust tree. I was stunned when I saw it, and I just felt cold from head to toe.

What kind of hairy mouse is this?!

I was watching TV a while ago, and when I was tuning the channel, I switched to the animal world. The documentary that was shown at the time showed animals that were very distinctive, and I couldn't help but look at them a few more times. The name of the animal being played is Weasel, and after hearing the name, I was still wondering if it was related to the skunk, so I paid some attention at the time, and then I realized that the weasel is what we often call a weasel.

Just now, an animal I've only seen in a documentary is making a gesture at me!

I'm a bit of an ota, and in addition to chasing Sherlock, I like to read messy novels. Cultivating immortals and cultivating true fantasy science fiction, miscellaneous places also know a lot of side doors, as for the authenticity, there is no way to verify, it is a fresh picture, once a lot of rural ghost stories involve elves and eccentric, they are often indispensable to yellow skins.

Yellow skin is a folk name, which is a weasel, and some of us still call weasels yellow cats. In the novel, weasels are often demonized, and weasels, who are refined at every turn, take revenge on people, and I don't know about those gods and gods, and I don't dare to speculate. All I know is that experienced old people say that there are three animals that cannot be provoked in the countryside: the snake roller, the red fox, and the yellow skin.

On the one hand, it is because these things are easy to have ancient essences, and on the other hand, they are too vindictive, if you provoke the house, don't think about peace, if you can't make trouble, your diaphragm should kill you.

Of the three animals, weasels tend to be the most evil ones.

Just like the novels I often see about the ancient spirits of the countryside, the somewhat evil weasels are all respectfully called the Yellow Skin Immortals.

I think of that weasel's heart is getting more and more bottomless, this is respected as a yellow-skinned immortal, how can I afford it to worship?

I don't know where the memory comes from, I always feel as if I have heard that the people who have been worshiped by the yellow skin will die, the Lechuan River will not be crossed, the Hades Palace will not be accepted, and the resentment will not be reborn, and I can only become a little ghost under the hands of Huang Tai Sin, and I will never be free.

The shadow under the old locust tree was so great that I went down the mountain in a daze, and I couldn't even remember how I got back to my grandmother's house.

Ma Chengcheng was in the dojo, and when he saw my lost soul, he asked repeatedly.

My mind was full of weasels and I didn't know where to start.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and I didn't have time to organize the language so I said it all to Ma Chengcheng, I thought she would be startled and help me think of countermeasures, but who knew that she actually laughed directly after listening to my guess.

I'm angry, I'm really angry, don't say much, my life is in danger if I don't do it well, she actually listens to it as a joke? And laughed out loud? She didn't take me seriously at all!

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and yelled directly at Ma Chengcheng, "Don't you think that your business is my business?" ”

Ma Chengcheng laughed and trembled: "You just read too many novels and let me tell you, and forget the palace of the king of Hades in the Sichuan River, why don't you talk about Sansheng Shi Mengpo soup...... Hahaha......"

I was so angry that my tone was shaking, "That weasel led me all the way to the old locust tree, don't you know?!" It worships me! You don't believe me! What if something happens to me!! ”

Ma Chengcheng said confidently: "It's impossible, you believe me." ”

"I believe in your size! You just stand and talk without back pain! ”

Ma Chengcheng reassured me, "It's really okay, I'll tell you, I went to see the locust tree yesterday afternoon, no problem." ”

I was so shocked to hear her say this, I was so frightened that I forgot to say, "What? You're going to the locust tree again? How did I not know? ”

Ma Chengcheng pouted, "Let you know that it's okay, and I'll definitely tell the adults." I know what's going on with that slate, listen to me. ”

In Ma Chengcheng's next narration, I also slowly learned the whole story.

It turned out that Ma Chengcheng took the time to go to the back mountain before dinner yesterday, and she didn't go this time to explore or find excitement. It's just that at that time, I had to send things to other families, and my mother was too lazy to walk, so she used a bag of snacks to send Ma Chengcheng to run errands for her. After some bargaining, Ma Chengcheng took another bag of ham and went out. The only way to go to that family is the road and the back mountain, the road is too far Ma Cheng is troublesome, she relied on her own courage, went around the road to the back mountain, passed by the old locust tree, and heard the sound of knocking on the stone slab in the distance.

Ma Chengcheng quietly tiptoed to see what was going on-

Skirting the old locust tree, she only had time to see a clump of brown hair flashing by.

I didn't know what that thing was, but I saw a hole in the soil under the locust tree, and there was still a bluestone the size of half a palm on the stone slab on the side.

It turns out that this thing is the culprit of the slate sound.

Ma Chengcheng decided to wait for the rabbit.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the thing in the cave quietly poked its head out, and the sharp-eyed Ma Chengcheng recognized what it was at a glance.

It turned out that the prank was a four-legged animal, and the ghostly look was not clever.

Exactly a weasel.

The weasel looked left and right, and happened to have a big eye to a small eye with the horse who was waiting for the rabbit, and it was so frightened that it immediately retracted into the hole. Ma Chengcheng couldn't cry or laugh a little, took out a ham sausage from his pocket and peeled it and put it at the mouth of the hole, the weasel in the hole smelled the fragrance, and couldn't help but crawl out, it looked at the ham, and then looked at Ma Chengcheng, and stood up pitifully and half-straight.

Ma Cheng laughed at its appearance, and pushed the ham towards it, and the weasel lowered his head and took the ham sausage and turned back into the hole. Ma Chengcheng peeled a few more hams and put them at the entrance of the hole, and he didn't know if it was cooked or the weasel was bold, so he ran out of the hole after finishing the ham. The weasel walked around the entrance of the cave, walked to the stone slab and picked up the bluestone.

It began to knock on the slate.

Bang bang bang.

Ma Chengcheng put down another ham, got up and left, and before leaving, he vaguely saw a few small heads in the hole.

I was dumbfounded, and muttered, "This weasel is really good......"

Ma Chengcheng shook his head, "You are biased, you see that police dog is so smart, why don't you say that it has become a sperm?" ”

I retorted, "That's trained by people." ”

"That's right." Ma Chengcheng nodded, "There were people living next to the locust tree before, maybe the weasel learned from them." ”

I pouted, "You're coaxing me like a three-year-old, that person has nothing to do to knock on the slate." ”

Ma Chengcheng touched his chin, "This is where we need to use our brains, I guess that's what happened." ”

That's what she thought.

Although the weasel was still hiding from her, it was clear that it was not very afraid of people, and it was not the first time that it had seen the eating posture. So it is quite possible that someone fed the weasel food before that. The old locust tree is not far from the family, and wild animals generally do not choose such a close place to make a nest, and it is very likely that this weasel was raised by that family.

I interrupted her narrative disapprovingly, "Who would keep a weasel as a pet?" ”

Ma Chengcheng scratched his hair, "I'm guessing, it's definitely not enough to know what's going on." ”

I didn't dwell on the details, and said, "Then you can first tell me why you think it's a knock on the slate learned from others." ”

Ma Chengcheng smiled, "I'm not sure, if you want to know what's going on, we'd better take some time to go again." ”

I nodded, "We'll go together after dinner in the afternoon." ”

This is the end of this conversation.

Although the secret of knocking on the stone slab is clear, there are still many mysteries, such as why the weasel led me to its nest - if Ma Chengcheng is right, the old locust tree is its nest. Animals are territorial, and no matter how fearful they are of people, they will not be bold enough to lead people to their homes. Besides, how the hell did that weasel learn to knock on the slate?

A long time ago, Ma Chengcheng said that I am a person who is easy to get tenacious, and I have reached a dead end when I think about problems, and I am indeed very stubborn about this problem, and I want to find out.

The time soon came to the afternoon, and after eating, Ma Chengcheng and I came to the back mountain again.

The old locust tree still casts a shadow, but I don't think it's as scary as it used to be.

We went around to the back of the locust tree, and sure enough, as Ma Chengcheng said, there was an inconspicuous hole under the root of the tree, Ma Chengcheng took out the ham and peeled it and put it at the mouth of the hole, and within a moment a weasel came out of the hole, it picked up the ham, turned around and drilled back into the hole.

I looked at it and felt that a lot of the novels were really exaggerated, and the weasel didn't seem to be evil at all, just like the big cat, just an ordinary animal. It's a pity that it didn't knock on the slate today, and I didn't see the scene described by Ma Chengcheng, but my heart was completely put back in my stomach.

To find out why the weasel was knocking on the slate, we circled around the locust tree, and the horse was sharp-eyed, and she noticed that there were some clumps of grass in front of the roots that were not quite right, so she pushed the grass away.

There were a few fist-sized pits under the grass that did not grow grass, and they were densely packed with skewers that were slightly thicker than toothpicks stuck in the ground.

I was wondering what this was, but Ma Chengcheng had already said, "This is leftover from incense." ”

I was a little surprised.

The main function of incense is to worship and worship, so much incense, for whom?

I looked around in confusion, but instead of revealing the truth, this discovery seemed even more confusing.

The weasel poked its head out of the hole under the locust tree.