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Then he hugged me with two hands, "It's me, Lao Hu!" ”

"Oh, Mr. Hu, why did you come in? I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. ”

"It's okay, I'm not afraid that you won't be able to cope with it alone, and the two of you can take care of each other. By the way, I brought a flashlight, so I can see it more clearly with this. After speaking, he turned on the flashlight, and his vision in the room was much clearer.

The two of us walked around the room on the first floor by the light of the flashlight, but there was nothing but a few broken wooden boxes stacked in the corners.

Could it be that it was a hallucination just now?

If so, why did we both hallucinate at the same time?

After staying in the dark for a long time, Mr. Hu also became a little nervous, "Xiao Li, there is nothing here anyway, let's go down." ”

After going down the stairs and not taking a few steps, I suddenly felt as if something was blowing in my neck, cold and hairy.

"Mr. Hu, what time is it, don't make trouble!"

I thought Mr. Hu was joking, but when I looked sideways, he was standing on my right side, looking at me blankly.

I didn't move for a moment.

Based on past experience, this situation is either a ghost hook or a wolf on the shoulder.

There can be no wolves in this place, the rest are ghosts.

There are three open flames on the body, one on the shoulders and one on the top of the head.

If the ghost extinguishes the open flame on your shoulder from behind, the yang energy in your body will be much weaker, and it will have a chance to possess you.

I sneered in my heart, turned over violently, thundered in the palm of my left hand, and thundered wood in my right hand, even if the black cat came, I might not be able to withstand it.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I saw an extremely terrifying grimace.

It was so close to me that it almost touched my face.

Those white, bloodshot eyes stared straight at me, as if laughing at something.

Even though I've seen a lot of ghosts and ghosts, when I encounter a fright, I am not much stronger physiologically than ordinary people.

However, I quickly calmed down and realized that it was not a ghost, but a mask.

I took the mask to the outside of the house, and by the moonlight, I found that it was just a very ordinary colored mask, a bit like a Peking Opera mask, but the painting style was different.

Mr. Hu looked at the mask and said in a deep voice: "This is the grimace we saw outside the house just now?" ”

I nodded, then shook my head as if I had thought of something.

Mr. Hu seemed to understand what I meant, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

The first time I saw that grimace outside the house, it was more blurry, but it looked absolutely black and white, more like a real human face, only the expression was stiff as death, like a dead man's face.

The second time, due to the relatively close distance, I couldn't see it very clearly. But I vividly remember that the grimace's expression suddenly changed from dull to hideous, and I could even see blood-red eyes. That's why I let Mr. Hu stay where I was, because I almost thought I had met a ghost.

Thinking of this, I said solemnly: "Mr. Hu, think about it now, is it this mask that you saw outside the house just now, and there is nothing else?" ”

Mr. Hu thought for a while and said, "It should be this mask." No, it doesn't seem to be. Alas, it was too far away and the light was poor to see clearly. ”

"Do you know what kind of mask this is?"

"Peking Opera Mask?"

I shook my head: "It's a puppet mask." ”

"What's that?"

Let me explain it briefly.

In the long history of the Han nationality in China, there was a culture known as 'Wu opera', which can be traced back to the time of the Shennong clan. To put it bluntly, it is a kind of ancient sacrificial culture, and the mask is an indispensable prop in the ceremony, which reproduces the original totem of that era and is an important spiritual force of prehistoric humans. Over the past few thousand years, the opera culture has gradually spread from the Yangtze River and Yellow River basins to six cultural circles: Northeast China, Central Plains, Bachu, Baiyue, Qinghai-Tibet, and Western Regions. Hangzhou belonged to Baiyue in ancient times, and it is not uncommon to have this kind of mask.

However, I grew up in Hushan and have never heard of any relics of Nu opera culture here.

Mr. Hu said: "Maybe it's foreign." This thing has nothing to do with us looking for someone, don't make any extraneous branches. ”

I was right to think about it, but I put the mask away.

When I got back to my room, I couldn't sleep, and I stayed up until dawn with my eyelids on.

A scent wafted up.

When I went downstairs, I saw that Grandma Chen had already made breakfast.

The porridge is cooked over a firewood fire, the steamed buns are steamed very soft, and there are delicious pickles and bean curd.

I didn't sleep all night, my appetite was not very good, and I barely ate a bowl of porridge and stopped chopsticks. Mr. Hu was concerned about his son's safety and had no appetite. But Jia Junpeng, a heartless guy, ate four steamed buns and three bowls of porridge in a row, and even rolled up the side dishes on the table, which really made me admire.

I took out the puppet mask and put it on the table, smiled and asked, "Grandma Chen, do you know what this is?" ”

Grandma Chen approached, squinted her eyes for a long time, and shook her head: "It's a Peking Opera mask, where did it come from?" ”

I was afraid of scaring her, so I hid the events of last night and replied casually, "Oh, it's a souvenir I bought at a small shop outside the village." I thought it was a specialty here, so I wanted to ask you. ”

"We don't have this in our village." Grandma Chen said.

Mr. Hu and I both looked skeptical.

At this moment, a man's shouting came from the door.

Grandma Chen looked happy and said, "It's Xiao Xu who is here!" ”

Seeing that we were confused, she smiled and explained: "Xiao Xu is also from this village, and he sends rice to my old woman every month." He took the bus to the city with everyone early yesterday morning to run errands, and now he should have all come back together. I'm going to talk to them and help you get the way. ”

We hurriedly thanked us.

Sure enough, Grandma Chen came forward, and they didn't say a word, but picked up the guy and followed us to the mountain pass.

I thought I would go back by the same way, but I didn't expect that there was a shortcut in the village, not only the road was smooth, but also there were many detours.

Five strong laborers plus three of us men soon opened up a lane.

Mr. Hu took out a thousand yuan to thank him, but he resolutely refused to accept it, waved his hand and went back.

"The people are simple!" Mr. Hu sighed with emotion, and then drove into the mountain.

Just as the car was about to start, Xiao Xu ran back again.

We were busy asking what was the matter, and he said, "I heard Grandma Chen say that you are going to Longshan." It's not safe in the mountains at night, so don't spend the night there! ”

We looked at each other, and were about to ask carefully, but he had already run away.

I looked at my phone, and it was just past nine o'clock in the morning.

The weather was originally very good, but it always felt cloudy along the way, coupled with the fog that filled the mountains, and Xiao Xu's previous words, everyone always felt a little apprehensive.

After driving for about an hour, a tunnel appeared in front of me, on which were written in red lacquer with the four big characters of "Longshan Tunnel".

The dark tunnel seems to come from the entrance to hell, evil and quiet waiting for us to throw ourselves into the net.

The heating in the car was so stuffy that I rolled down the window to get some air, and a white shadow flickered past me.