At about seven o'clock in the morning, Zhang Peng came to Zhou Fuyuan's company. The door hadn't opened yet, so he had to crouch in the door and wait. On the third pole of the day, a Santana drove up and stopped at the door of the company, and Zhou Fuyuan got out of the car with three younger brothers.

Seeing Zhang Peng, Zhou Fuyuan stepped forward to greet him enthusiastically, but the former was a little lukewarm.

In the company, Zhang Peng asked Zhou Fuyuan, "What's going on on that mountain, tell me clearly!" ”

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fuyuan looked like he didn't understand.

"Don't play dumb for Lao Tzu!" Zhang Peng said unceremoniously, "My two brothers are still on the mountain, life and death are unknown, if you don't make things clear today, we won't be done!" ”

"What if you don't say it?" A flirtatious voice came from behind. Turning his head, a young man with dyed blonde hair, earrings, and a sleek dress walked over, tilted his head and said to Zhang Peng, "Do you know who you're talking to?" He grimaced, "Do you know what we're doing?" ”

"Little Liu, don't be rude." Zhou Fuyuan straightened his face and pretended to teach a lesson.

Zhang Peng narrowed his eyes and asked, "You want to be hard, right?" He sneered, "Don't forget, you said I have a trace of aura on my ......" After saying that, he walked towards the door.

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Zhou Fuyuan hurriedly stopped him.

Zhang Peng turned around and came back, just looking at the other party and not speaking.

"There is a lot of yin on that mountain, and strange things are prone to happen." Zhou Fuyuan said honestly. He is not afraid of Zhang Peng, but of the master behind Zhang Peng.

"What's weird?" Zhang Peng asked.

"I don't know the specific situation, I only know the evil sect, and if I can, I won't go." Zhou Fuyuan shook his head and said.

"My two brothers are still on the mountain, or ......" Zhang Peng looked around, his eyes swept over the faces of Huang Mao and the other two thugs, and said, "You take a few people, follow me up the mountain to find someone, anyway, it's daylight now, there's nothing to worry about." ”

"This ......" Zhou Fuyuan looked embarrassed and said, "Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others, you took my money and let me follow, this is not moral." ”

"You didn't make things clear at the beginning, and others must have given you more than 20,000 yuan." Zhang Peng said.

"Don't you know a master, ask him to help, what's the use of asking for a few of us?" Zhou Fuyuan asked tentatively.

"You also know that he is a master...... Zhang Peng frowned and asked rhetorically, "Can people make an easy move?" "That's right, the master is in school, busy listening to lectures and writing homework. Then, he took out his mobile phone and comforted, "It's really not good, a call came." He said earnestly, "You can't just trouble people for a little thing, right?" ”

"Well......" Zhou Fuyuan was moved, thinking in his heart, maybe he could take the opportunity to meet that master and make a chance.

Hearing that they were going to Huangniu Mountain, the two gangsters except Huang Mao's faces turned pale and said in a trembling voice, "Boss, my stomach hurts." "I'm a little dizzy, maybe I've got a cold."

In the end, only Huang Mao and Zhou Fuyuan got into the car and went with Zhang Peng. Before leaving, Zhou Fuyuan prepared a lot of things, such as trekking poles, flashlights, dry food, pure water, and so on. Then he hung a gossip mirror on his chest, and wore a few strings of Buddhist beads on his hand, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

Zhang Peng remembered the ability to hide mirrors in his dreams, and bought a small mirror for makeup at a street stall and brought it with him.

At half past eleven, the three of them came to Huangjia Village, had a fried fast food at a small restaurant at the entrance of the village, and began to go up the mountain.

During the meal, Zhang Peng sent a text message to Xiao Yunuo: "Xiaoyun, I went to Huangniu Mountain in Sujia Village to play." "He thinks so, today Thursday, tomorrow the two sisters will go home. In case something happened to him and he didn't go back, Xiao Yunuo knew where he was when he saw the text message.

In the summer, the sun is very strong at noon, and the sun makes people dizzy. But when I went up the mountain, for some reason, the temperature dropped suddenly. The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, and the tombs are hidden in the east and Tibet, and people are uncomfortable to see.

Huang Mao took a woodcutter to open the way in front, he was originally still high-spirited, walking with his head up, but after coming up, his waist bent a lot, and his small eyes looked around, as if he was a little scared.

It didn't take long for the three of them to come to the location where Su Yiyi was buried last time. There was a shallow pit in the ground, there were traces of digging, and the small grave was flattened. It seems that Li Chunsheng and Lao Huangpi have dug up the urn.

The three of them continued to walk upwards to the grave of Su Yiyi's parents. The further you go to the top, the cooler it gets. When I look up, the sun is dazzling, but I don't feel the heat. And what is even more strange is that all three of them are sweating, and their arms and foreheads are covered with beads of sweat.

"In the summer, when I come here to enjoy the coolness, I save a lot of air-conditioning costs." Huang Mao pretended to be bold and joked, but there was not much relaxation on his face.

"It's cloudy here, so we feel cold, but it's an illusion, it's not real." Zhou Fuyuan wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and explained.

Looking around, the vegetation is much sparse, but there are more and more graves, which can be described as dense. One by one, some large and some small, some with monuments, some with only half a stone, some with nothing, just a weed pile.

"Wow!" As he walked, Huang Mao suddenly screamed and jumped up.

Zhang Peng and Zhou Fuyuan stopped at the same time and looked at the yellow hair a few meters away.

"Damn, it's a centipede." But I saw Huang Mao talking to himself, stepped on the ground a few times, and continued to open the road.

When passing by, Zhang Peng looked down, it was a red, more than a foot long centipede, trampled into several pieces by the yellow hair, curled up on the ground. The dense knotted feet, yellow-green slurry, look very disgusting. Zhang Peng hurriedly strode over and didn't look at it anymore.

About half an hour later, the three of them finally found the graves of Su Yiyi's parents halfway up the mountain. 、

I saw that next to the grave, there were six burned Buddha incense, and behind it was a small tomb bag, on which a small wooden board was inserted, and "Su Yiyi's Tomb" was engraved crookedly, and at a glance I knew that it was Li Chunsheng's handwriting.

Zhang Peng stepped forward to investigate, but found nothing unusual. From the current situation, it can be preliminarily judged that the two have been here and buried Su Yiyi. On the way out, I got lost.

But looking at it, Huangniu Mountain is not very big, and it is impossible to go the wrong way. With such doubts, the three of them searched around, but found no trace of anyone passing by. It stands to reason that the area is overgrown with weeds, and it must be necessary to cut down some weeds and shrubs that are too tall to open the way.

The three of them walked around and returned to the grave of Su Yiyi's parents.

Zhang Peng looked at the table below, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, so he continued to look for it.

As he walked, the yellow hair in front of him seemed to have touched something, only to hear a "buzz" sound, and several black shadows poured out from the miscellaneous trees, flying up and down around the yellow hair.

"Ahhh Huang Mao shook his head desperately, and the kitchen knife in his hand waved wildly.

"It's a wild bee, get down quickly, don't move!" Zhou Fuyuan shouted, quickly hugged his head, and lay on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhang Peng also lay down. But as soon as he leaned over, he saw a half-broken tombstone on the ground, and he almost screamed in fright. Then he got up and lay down in a different place.

"Buzz ......"

Overhead, there was the sound of membranous wings flapping, making the scalp tingle.

I don't know how long later, the buzz faded away, and the two of them got up and cautiously walked to the yellow hair in front.

"Little Liu, Little Liu......" Zhou Fuyuan called a few times, Huang Mao's body moved, and he turned his head.

The two of them were suddenly startled, only to see that Huang Mao's face was swollen like a pig's head, not humanoid.

"It's okay, it's okay, just apply some ointment." Zhou Fuyuan comforted, took the two of them out for a while, and then took out the ointment and applied it to Huang Mao's face.

"Shhh...... Light...... Tap ......" Huang Mao trembled in pain and shouted.

The faint medicinal fragrance gradually dispersed, and the puffiness on Huang Mao's face disappeared a lot.

"You...... You go and open the way. Huang Mao threw the woodcutter on the ground and asked Zhang Peng to open the way.

"Me?" Zhang Peng was naturally unwilling, picked up the woodcutter and pushed it to Zhou Fuyuan.

"I'm so old, you're embarrassed." Zhou Fuyuan relied on selling the old and refused to take the woodcutter.

"I'm not in good health, I don't have enough strength." "I have high blood pressure and high blood sugar." The two of them pushed back and forth, but did not move for a long time.

"Wait......" Huang Mao suddenly looked frightened, pointed in one direction, and said, "Look at that ......"

The two followed Huang Mao's gaze and saw two graves side by side, and there was a small one next to it, which was the grave of Su Yiyi and her parents.

Suddenly, both of them froze, only feeling a chill on their scalps. Before they knew it, they were coming around again.

"What's going on?" Zhang Peng asked in a trembling voice.

"I think we'd better go down the mountain first." Looking at the sun gradually sinking in the west, Zhou Fuyuan suggested, "If it really doesn't work, let's go to the police and say that someone is missing." ”

"It's fine." Zhang Peng quickly agreed.

Without further ado, the three of them got up and went down the hill along the same path.

A moment later, two graves appeared side by side in front of them.

Half an hour later, the two graves appeared in front of them.

An hour later, it was the same two graves.

The three of them were panicked now, the place was so big, how could they have been going around in circles.

"I see ......" Zhou Fuyuan's face was pale, and he stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Peng and Huang Mao asked in unison.

"We've got a ghost hitting the wall." Zhou Fuyuan said gloomily.

"What...... What is...... Is the ghost hitting the wall? Huang Mao asked in a trembling voice, the puffiness on his face twitched, his lips were like two sausages, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his forehead bulged out one after another, like a floating corpse that had been dead for many days.

"This phenomenon will occur in places where the yin qi is particularly heavy, and people walking around in it just can't get out." Zhou Fuyuan said in a low voice.

"Is there such a thing as Yin Qi?" Huang Mao said uncertainly, "I think eighty percent is a lie, right?" ”

"I think it's the same, people die when they die, a cup of loess, what else is left." Zhang Peng echoed.

Zhou Fuyuan shook his head and said, "There may not be such a thing as a ghost, but yin qi exists...... he paused and asked the two, "Have you heard of the weight of the soul?" ”

Huang Mao shook his head blankly, Zhang Peng thought for a while, and asked, "What did you say......" He frowned, "Twenty-one grams?" ”

"Yes, that's the ......," Zhou Fuyuan nodded and said.

There was once a Citigroup scientist named Duncan McDougall who published a paper in the prestigious medical journal of Citigroup in April 1907. Duncan said that when a person dies, he suddenly loses 21 grams. This, he believes, is the weight of the soul.

Later, some scientists joined forces with the cultivators of the "Holy Church" to conduct repeated experiments, and finally came to the conclusion that the vanished weight was not a soul, but a special biological energy. Just like electricity, energy like heat. They call this bioenergy "four-dimensional bioenergy" or "hyperspace bioenergy".

Cultivators around the world have different interpretations and names for this mystical biological energy.

The cultivators on the Huaguo side call it "Reiki", the cultivators in Dongying call it "Chakra", the cultivators in Citigroup and the Empress Kingdom call it "Cosmic Energy", the cultivators in the Sanctuary call it "Divine Power", and the cultivators in the White Elephant Kingdom call it "Soul Power".

But in essence, it's all the same thing, and scientists call it "psionics."

Psionic energy is a kind of hyperspace form of energy, which humans have not been able to fully analyze so far, and can only grasp it to a certain extent. Psionic energy is conceived in life, released at the moment of withering, and freed in the air.

Whether it is flowers and trees, birds and animals, bacteria and viruses, they will all produce spiritual energy.

Psionic energy is closely related to life, and when it is first released, it will take on a tight structure, like cotton wool, intertwined with each other to form a whole. Over time, the psionic energy will gradually radiate into the air and eventually fade away.

This tightly structured psionic energy is what scientists call a "spirit body."

The existence of any spirit is because of the imprint of life. The sigil of life is like a silk thread, connecting pure spiritual energy.

The spirit body of flowers and trees usually has a very shallow life imprint, even if it is a thousand-year-old tree, the spirit body will dissociate in a short period of time, turn into pure spiritual energy, and escape into the air. Spirits of bacteria and viruses have almost no imprints of life.

And birds and animals, the closer they are to the advanced forms of mammals, the deeper their life imprints. According to scientists' research, the depth of the imprint of life depends on the intelligence of the species.

In this way, the spirit and the soul are very similar. But in reality, the difference between the two is very big. Scientists believe that the soul only exists in mythology because the soul is equipped with intelligence. Spirits, on the other hand, can only act according to instincts that remain in the imprint of life, more like lower animals, or a written program.

The imprints of the spirits of intelligent beings are often very complex, so the rate of dissipation is very slow, ranging from decades to hundreds of years.

In general, the longer a life lasts, the more spiritual energy it contains. For example, a tree that has survived for thousands of years may contain dozens of times more spiritual energy than humans and 100 billion times that of fungi. The shorter the life spans, the thinner the psionic energy it contains. And the lower the intelligence of the creature, the looser the structure of the spirit body, and the faster it dissipates. The higher the wisdom, the more condensed it will be, and it will be difficult to dissipate.

The so-called yin qi is the "spirit body of intelligent beings", which can also be understood as "the aggregate of impure spiritual energy".

Cultivators around the world absorb pure spiritual energy from the air to strengthen their various qualities, including strengthening the strength of muscles, the strength of bones and tendons, the toughness of skin and blood vessels, the speed of nerve reactions, the length of life, and so on.

Some of these cultivators, due to their lack of talent or eagerness, directly absorb the spirit body of intelligent creatures, that is, yin qi, and can quickly grow themselves. However, due to the spirit body of intelligent beings, there are a large number of complicated and chaotic life marks. Over time, it will penetrate into the life imprint of the cultivator himself, resulting in memory confusion and nervous disorders.

The imprint of life, which comes from the instinct of the species, or carries the strong desire of the deceased before death, is mostly negative. At worst, they lose their minds and go crazy, and at worst, they are bloodthirsty and murderous, crazy and tyrannical. This phenomenon is called "entering the devil" by Chinese cultivators. Those who directly absorb Yin Qi to practice are called "evil cultivators" by cultivators in the Huaguo Kingdom, "Ghost Onmyoji" or "Ghost Warriors" by Dongying cultivators, "Styx Cultivators" by the White Elephant Kingdom, and "Fallen Cultivators" by the Citi Kingdom, the Empress Kingdom, and the Templar (also known as the Alliance of Cultivators of the Western Kingdoms).

A very small number of intelligent creatures have an extraordinary strength of their life marks, and they will actively absorb spirits with similar life marks, and eventually become "evil spirits". For example, the doll that Zhang Peng encountered some time ago was an evil spirit.

Evil spirits are very similar to ghosts in the traditional sense, but they are fundamentally different. Scientists believe that ghosts only exist in mythology, because ghosts have autonomous consciousness and the ability to communicate, while evil spirits only act according to the instincts in the imprint of life. Strictly speaking, it's like an automated robot that has been programmed, without the slightest ability to workaround.

Due to the large number of human corpses buried in the Ox Mountain, a large number of intelligent creatures and spirits gathered in a corner, greatly reducing the speed of spiritual energy divergence. It's like a large amount of ice piling up and dissolving much less quickly than it is dispersed.

Therefore, the yin energy here is extremely rich and lingers all year round. Over the long years, a self-enclosed space has gradually formed, leading to the phenomenon of "ghosts hitting the wall".

During the Qingming season, when there are many people, the foreign spiritual energy and the local spiritual energy collide with each other, thus canceling out the closed nature of the space.

But Zhang Peng and the others, because the spiritual energy in their bodies is not strong, they are also at an absolute disadvantage in terms of quantity. Therefore, it is impossible to counteract the self-sealing nature of the space, so it keeps spinning in place.

Zhou Fuyuan said that his saliva was dry, and he finally explained the current situation to Zhang Peng clearly. And by this time, it was also starting to get dark.

"Boss, look at the current situation, we can't get out, call the master." Zhou Fuyuan said, and Huang Mao also nodded in agreement.

"Okay." Zhang Peng took out his mobile phone, called up Xiao Yunuo's phone, and was about to ask Ma Jinglei to bring someone over, but found that there was no signal here......

For a while, Zhang Peng's whole person was stunned, and after a long while, he shouted, "! ”

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fuyuan looked sluggish, obviously having a bad premonition. Zhang Peng showed him the screen of his mobile phone, and he was dumbfounded.

After all the calculations, it still missed......

"What do you mean?" Huang Mao was the first to panic, and his expression was distorted on his puffy face, full of horror.

"This ......" Zhang Peng smiled awkwardly and said, "There is always a way...... he comforted, "Three stinkers, one Zhuge Liang"

"You're cheating us!" Huang Mao screamed uncontrollably, clenched his fists, and pounced on Zhang Peng.

"Don't don't ......" Zhou Fuyuan hurriedly stopped him and persuaded, "Now is not the time for infighting, unity can live." ”

"Yes, unity is strength." Zhang Peng said.