Back in Xiyang, after getting off the bus, I found a cheap hotel, it was four o'clock in the morning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Four is a very interesting number, and death means new life.

Open WeChat's Official Account Assistant.

"It's four o'clock in the morning on September 18, 2016. Tomorrow the weather will be good in most parts of the country, so be sure to bring an umbrella when you go out.

"Many friends left messages asking me why I had to bring an umbrella when it wasn't raining.

"Because don't let the people who care about you worry about you worry when it rains.

"Today is the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, which is a very important day for me.

"I'm talking to you in a city I'm not familiar with at the moment.

"I've never been afraid of the unknown because I'm born lucky.

"It's like, I met you in this life.

"I'm your stranger, and I know you where I can't reach you.

"On the fourth day of the ninth month, the late - good night."

The voice message was successfully sent, and Yang Busi stared at the ceiling waiting for the time to leave.

This kind of thing usually happens in the middle of the night, imagining that you are alone, visiting a mass grave in the middle of the night in the dark of an unknown number of people who have died.

Yang Busi's heart was furious.

After cultivating for many years, Yang Busi is naturally not afraid of ghosts, but he is afraid of piling up anything.

One man-eating ant is not terrible, 10,000 man-eating ants can kill a person in an instant.

"It's a mule and a horse, I'm a dead pig, who am I afraid of, fuck who your uncle loves, sleep!"

It was still early, and Yang Busi covered his head and went to sleep.

......

"Yang Busi is up!! Yang Busi got up!! Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up......"

Yang Busi's exclusive ringtone, in order to treat Yang Busi's procrastination, Yang Busan specially customized an exclusive alarm for Yang Busi.

Turn off your phone in a daze, get up, brush your teeth and wash your face in one go.

Look at your phone before going out, six o'clock in the afternoon, the time is not too early or too late.

Yang Busi walked out of the hotel, and the special car reserved by the APP had stopped in front of him.

"Are you positioning this place accurately, it looks a little familiar."

The driver stared at the coordinates of the end point on the APP and asked suspiciously.

"Exactly. Nanshan. ”

"Heh, that's thanks to the fact that it's daytime. It's not easy for you to fight at night. But I said guy, you're too provincial, you still call a carpool to that kind of place? ”

When he spoke, the driver looked unhappy.

"Huh. Scold. ”

With a signature hehe, Yang Busi stared out the window and did not answer.

Comic is not cheap, comic is cheap, and it doesn't matter who the other party is.

After an hour and forty minutes, the car stopped at the junction on the way up the mountain.

"Young man, I'll send you here, the road is narrow, and you really can't walk the car."

Habitually praised, bidding farewell to the car, Yang Busi trekked forward in the dark on two legs.

The strong flashlight can shine far away, and the landing point of the beam is the destination of Yang Busi's trip, Nanshan.

After opening the Eye of Heaven, Yang Busi's perception of the outside world far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Squinting and looking around, this place is not so evil, at least for now.

As far as the eye could see, there was not a single wild ghost, let alone anything that could make Yang Busi afraid.

Step by step, swaggering.

Thirty minutes, the yin qi gradually thickened, and several bald graves were dripping.

As I continued walking, there were more and more graves, and the yin qi was getting thicker and thicker, and the temperature was a few degrees different from a few steps.

Nanshan, arrived.

The lonely mountain, there is no shelter around, and the only way to distinguish the location of the matter is to look at the yin qi.

Because of the opening of the Heavenly Eye, Yang Busi did not use external forces, and the degree of Yin Qi thinning was still clear at a glance.

The yin qi was actually the essence in Yang Busi's eyes, and the black mist fluttered away.

Carrying a flashlight and circling around the largest black mist, Yang Busi wondered in his heart.

A large cloud of yin qi hundreds of meters away, he didn't even find a ghost.

What's going on?

MD group rushed to the gathering?

The third aunt only said that there would be a gathering of immortals in Nanshan on the fourth day of the junior high school, and Huang Kuai, the descendant of Huang Xiaotro, would soon appear here.

According to Yang Busi's previous expectations, the situation after he arrived here should definitely not be like this, it's so embarrassing.

According to the previous expectation, he will definitely encounter some lonely souls and wild ghosts first, fighting to the death, as the reality of Qingfeng Mingyue Dao, a big victory is inevitable.

At this time, Huang Kuai appeared and shouted to himself, "Lord, I am Huang Kuai, you are finally here!" ”

Finally waited for you~~ Fortunately, I didn't give up~~

This is called the plot.

Expanding the range, after going around a few more times, squatting on the ground, Yang Busi looked confused.

Squatting on the ground and counting the mud, it's not that the artist is bold, it's that this ghost place doesn't give Yang Busi a chance to be afraid at all.

As a Taoist priest, I didn't even see a ghost, and I peed my pants if I was scared of a bunch of yin qi.

Most of this kind of thing doesn't blame the protagonist for rubbish, it's just blame, and the author who wrote the book is a fool.

Suddenly, Yang Busi's face moved.

"Whew~~"

The wind is blowing.

"Smack. Smack. Bang bang. ”

The sound of Suosuo's footsteps, from far to near, became thicker and clearer.

At night, the moonlight sprinkled with the dew on the green leaves, around the bend and then back to the surroundings, the strangeness in the cold, could not help but make people panic.

"Hoo ......"

Yang Busi let out a long breath, which was considered to be emboldening himself.

As soon as he wanted to turn his head, in an instant, a ghost hand slapped directly on his shoulder.

People fight ghosts, and their eyes are angry.

Ghosts are scary, and souls are hooked.

When he met a ghost at night, the Buddha turned around.

Yin and yang life and death contract, life and death are boundless.

accidentally caught the way of the ghost on the shoulder, this situation is similar to the ghost on the road to return the yang, and it is taboo to turn around.

It's like a life and death contract between yin and yang, and everything will be closed without looking back.

Once he turns back, Da Luo Zhenxian also has to abide by the contract and give his life to this ghost place.

Trembling all over, Yang Busi secretly scolded himself for being careless, and his movements to get up were condensed, and he was half-squatting and nailed in place, looking a little embarrassed.

“1，2，3！”

In the silent confrontation, Yang Busi counted the rhythm of the counterattack in his heart.

His face was cold, Yang Busi squinted his eyes, and his gaze instantly locked on the ghost hand on his right shoulder, which was white and bloodless, and his nails were dark and long.

The surrounding temperature was changing dramatically, and in an instant, Yang Busi clearly felt that his back was already soaked with sweat.

This is not a pleasant feeling, as if people want to pee when they are nervous, it is not a human controllable or irrepressible inertia.

Fear is fear, but fear is never the same as losing the power to fight back in an instant.

Putting away the fear in his heart, Yang Busi clasped his hands, his handprints flew up, his left hand drew talismans in the air, and his right hand grabbed the void.

The red light was all condensed in the palm of his hand, and when he was concentrating and holding his breath, Yang Busi took a big mouth, "The avenue is infinite, and the Xuanxin is righteous - broken!" ”。

"Boom!"

With a backhand pinch, in the scream, the shoulder ghost was suddenly thrown over the shoulder by Yang Busi, and was thrown out ten meters away, scraping dust and broken leaves on the ground, and fell to the ground with a bang.