After some persuasion, Huang Mao finally calmed down. The three of them continued to find their way down the mountain, but they turned around, and finally returned to the grave of Su Yiyi's parents.

The sunset is slanting, the afterglow is like fire, gradually turning from red to dark, and the surrounding scenery becomes gray.

Huang Mao walked in front, his expression becoming more and more panicked. Zhou Fuyuan is the oldest, his body is fat, and he is at the end, and he is out of breath.

"Count...... Forget it, it's dark, ...... again If you look for it any longer, you won't be able to find a way, so it's better to find a place...... Camp...... Take a break......" Zhou Fuyuan shouted intermittently.

At this time, Zhang Peng was also tired, he hadn't closed his eyes for two days and one night, he was sleepy and tired, and he couldn't walk anymore, so he slowed down and shouted to the yellow hair in front of him to stop.

"Look for it again, maybe you'll find it......" Huang Maotou said without replying, as if talking to himself, "It's getting dark, and there are graves everywhere, I ...... I can't stay here and I'm going back to watch the game in the evening...... Rockets vs. Cyberpunk ...... The Rockets will definitely win...... I'm going to get fifty bucks......"

"Wait, we can't keep up!" Zhang Peng shouted out of breath, but Huang Mao walked faster and faster, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

"Hurry up, don't get separated." Zhang Peng shouted at Zhou Fuhai behind him, and quickly followed.

Passing through a field of miscellaneous trees, the eyes suddenly opened up, and there were bare graves everywhere, with gravel and stone monuments staggered from side to side, and there was no end in sight.

The terrain here is open, but there is no trace of yellow hair. Zhang Peng involuntarily stopped, only to feel a cool breath blowing from his head to his feet, and got goosebumps. It stands to reason that only a minute or two has passed, and it is impossible for the other party to go far.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fuyuan followed, bent over, supported his knees with his hands, and asked panting.

"Little ...... Little Six is not ...... It's gone......" Zhang Peng said, his voice trembling a little.

"What?" Zhou Fuyuan was shocked and hurriedly looked around. Gradually, his face became more and more pale and stiff, the corners of his mouth twitched, and after a long while, he said, "This...... That's lost......"

The two looked at each other, and for a while, the temperature around them seemed to drop to freezing, and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive, making people breathless.

Quietly, the last rays of the sun sank into the horizon, and night finally fell.

"You...... Are you afraid? Zhou Fuyuan squirmed his lips and asked with difficulty.

"I'm afraid...... What are you afraid of, my brother is Xiao Dong Zhuo, who kills people when he sees people, kills ghosts when he sees ghosts, there are ...... What is there to be afraid of. Zhang Peng said.

"Drink...... Drink some water. Zhou Fuyuan took out two bottles of pure water from his backpack and handed one to Zhang Peng.

The two stared intently at the mass grave in the darkness in front of them, trembling their hands, and it took a lot of effort to unscrew the cap of the bottle and drink the water.

Maybe they were so nervous just now that they forgot about their hunger and thirst. After a few mouthfuls of water, my stomach was like a fire, and I was extremely hungry.

The two of them found a small open space nearby, sat on a stone, compressed a biscuit for each person, and ate it.

"Rest for the night, and then go at dawn." Zhou Fuyuan said.

"Hmm." Zhang Peng agreed.

After eating, they set up the tent brought by Zhou Fuyuan. It was a tiny single tent, barely squeezing two people.

In the tent, the two men huddled up in a ball and turned on their flashlights.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The sound of the wind came from all directions, shaking branches and weeds wildly, and it was reflected on the tent cloth, and the ghost was in the shadows.

A layer of tent cloth does not bring them much security, but because of the narrow line of sight, it produces great fear.

Half an hour later, Zhang Peng finally couldn't bear it anymore and came out of the tent. Although I will see the grave outside, I always have a little bottom in my heart, but I am not so afraid.

According to the old farmer, this was once a mass grave, where hundreds of thousands of people were buried. More than 40 years ago, when the wilderness was opened, the village chief of that session wanted to reclaim Huangniu Mountain into a fruit forest. Unexpectedly, as soon as the excavation was dug up, it frightened people. In a big pit, nearly a thousand corpses were buried, they were entangled with each other, and they still retained the movements of the struggle before death, and they were all buried alive! And such pits, one after another, are countless. The village chief was so frightened that he fled, and the reclamation was over.

In order to distract himself, Zhang Peng took out his mobile phone and played a game. But it's been two days and one night since he came out, and the battery of the mobile phone is very low, and he didn't play for long, and he beeped and turned off automatically.

"Huhuhu......"

The sound of snoring came from the tent, and Zhou Fuyuan seemed to be asleep.

Zhang Peng felt very sleepy and kept yawning, but he couldn't sleep. Inadvertently, he touched the round hard object in his trouser pocket, and took it out to see that it was a makeup mirror that he had bought on the street in the morning.

In a flash of inspiration, he opened the mirror and placed it on the dirt slope behind the tent. In this way, if he encounters any danger, he can also see the outside scene in the mirror and react in time.

After setting it up, he felt a lot more relieved, and when he got into the tent, a wave of fatigue hit him, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"Twitter......"

"Goo-goo-goo......"

From time to time, frogs and insects chirped outside, and gradually, all the sounds were far away from him......

Late at night, sub-hour.

In the endless darkness, he woke up.

Not far away, there was a cold light, white and dim. He walked over and looked into the depths of the light source.

In the palm-sized hole, a small tent appeared. On the left is a dense grove of trees, and on the right is an endless cemetery, in which broken and broken stone monuments are scattered and crooked.

Zhang Peng frowned, thinking about the reason for triggering the hidden mirror in the dream. But at this moment, the tent moved. Immediately after, an obese figure emerged. I saw him holding a flashlight and shining around. After a while, he walked over to the bush and unbuckled his belt, apparently untying his hands.

Zhang Peng is in the mirror, he can't hear the sound, he can only see the picture.

It didn't take long for Zhou Fuyuan in the dark to shake his body, lowered his head, and seemed to be tying his trouser belt. Suddenly, his movements froze, as if he saw something, and he raised his flashlight and shone it through. I saw him stretch his neck, watch for a few seconds, seem to have found something, walked into the bushes, and disappeared from Zhang Peng's sight.

At first, you can still see the branches and leaves shaking, but after a while, there is no movement.

Zhang Peng's heart was a little hairy, if Zhou Fuyuan was lost, then he would be the only one left......

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden movement in the bushes, and a figure came out.

Zhang Peng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked at it a second time, he held his breath.

That figure is on the thin side, not Zhou Fuyuan!

His body staggered and his gait was like the walking dead in movies and television. When they got closer, there was a puffy face, eyes narrowed into a line, and yellow hair mixed with hay and leaves.

This person is the yellow hair that was scattered before. He didn't seem to see Zhang Peng's tent, his expression was distorted, and he shuffled towards the mound......

Zhang Peng screamed, woke up, and quickly got out of the tent, but saw that it was dark all around, and there was still a trace of yellow hair. He chased after him with a flashlight, and the cemetery was empty, except for grave bags and tombstones. Huang Mao and Zhou Fuyuan seemed to disappear out of thin air.

His heart was pounding, his emotions were intense, and he returned the way he came.

But turning around a grave bag, the sight in front of him made him collapse.

The tent where he was resting was gone, and in its place were two graves side by side, which turned out to be the grave of Su Yiyi's parents!

Zhang Peng's eyes widened, he took a few steps back, turned around and ran wildly, but before he could run a few steps, he was mixed with something under his feet and fell to the ground.

Turning his head, in the light of the flashlight, a white object hooked his pants.

Pulling up the trouser tube, he was so frightened that the flashlight fell off, it was a piece of hand bone, Bai Sensen.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Zhang Peng shouted, crawled with a roll, ran forward for a while, fell again, and the flashlight rolled along the hillside, into the grass below, and the surroundings were completely dark.

It's really unlucky, and I knock my teeth when I drink water. At this moment, the situation is that the house leak happened to rain overnight, and the ship was late and encountered a head wind, so how unlucky and unlucky it was.

Zhang Peng wanted to shout for help, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't shout no matter how he shouted. The heart was pounding, as if it was about to suffocate.

No, calm down!

Zhang Peng told himself that this is just a cemetery, and there are no demons and monsters, at most there are black spots, and there are many graves. He is the Red Star Xiao Dong Zhuo, the demon king of the troubled times who kills gods when he sees gods and kills ghosts.

He thought so, and gradually calmed down, and then in the dim moonlight, he crawled forward little by little, trying to find a flashlight in the grass.

The surroundings became quieter, and the staccato sound reached the ears, like someone whispering behind them, and like the echo of the hollow......

Zhang Peng's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he didn't dare to put his hands indiscriminately, for fear of touching something unclean.

"Friends and Friends ......"

Wait, why is this sound a little familiar?

Zhang Peng stopped his movements and listened attentively.

"Xiaopeng...... Xpeng ...... Xpeng ......"

Listening carefully, it turned out to be Ma Jinglei's voice.

"I'm here!" Zhang Peng shouted.

It wasn't long before there was a sound of shredded footsteps ahead, accompanied by beams of light that swayed up and down.

Looking up, a figure parted from the bushes and ran towards him.

The man was dressed in camouflage uniform, with his hair coiled, long boots, an armed belt around his waist, and a large bow on his back, the fullness of which was deeply cut by the bowstring.

Rigidity and softness, heroic.

"Xiaopeng!" Ma Jinglei looked him up and down, then opened her arms and hugged him into her arms. She had a lot of strength, as if she was going to rub his head into her big boobs.

Zhang Peng rubbed it comfortably, and the soft feeling was like jumping from an ice cave into a pool of warm water, flying straight from hell to heaven.

"How did you come to this kind of place to play, it scared Auntie." Ma Jinglei said softly accusing, but more concerned.

"Auntie, why are you here?" Zhang Peng asked.

"I saw that you hadn't come back so late, and your phone couldn't get through, and then I saw the message you sent to Xiaoyun, and I was afraid that you would get lost in the mountains, so I asked Qin Yong and them to come together." Ma Jinglei said.

"Qin Yong, they're here too?" Zhang Peng grabbed his hair, looking a little embarrassed, and then asked, "Why didn't you see anyone?" ”

"They went to the Sujia Village Committee to find someone to help, and I was worried that something would happen to you, so I came up alone." Ma Jinglei said.

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhang Peng rubbed a few more times and said.

Ma Jinglei blushed, pushed Zhang Peng away, took his hand, and walked down the mountain.

"I'm hungry, my aunt brought you braised pork with dried beans, go down and eat it."