The call of the people in the water is like a needle piercing the heart, although they have not heard their voices, but the sound is heard, and the three thousand almost can't help but jump into the water to save people.

A smell of burnt garlic came to his nose, and he woke up suddenly in a trance, and the people under the water were still pinching their necks to imply that they were breathless, and Sanqian snorted coldly, and retracted his left leg that stepped on the wall of the well in time.

It's so dangerous, I almost really went down, such a deep layer of water, I'm afraid that if I go in, I am afraid that there will be no life. Looking at the bracelet made of garlic cloves on his left wrist, they were all charred black, as if they had been fried in a blazing fire. This is what Hongliang specially instructed him to tie on his wrist before he went out. Garlic has the effect of warding off evil spirits, but where the evil is on the side, the garlic cloves will be black in color because of the evil qi toxin, and the volatile garlic flavor can temporarily suppress the Gu poison in the environment.

Now, the whole garlic clove bracelet has turned black, and the witch in the wooden house is so heavy that he scans the surrounding environment, only four shining candles, the light is getting brighter. Most of the candlelight is problematic, three thousand don't dare to stay anymore, he almost landed here, his little witch Gu ability, I'm afraid it will be a problem to save his life, where do you dare to stay for a long time.

Fortunately, when he came, he laid a special phosphor, and he was able to walk back to the door when he came in, and he met Zhu Beichen on the way, and the two escaped together.

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Outside, the wheezing voices of the two came and went, and Sanqian replied, "Then do you know what I saw, I saw that you were the whole person, or alive, just thousands of meters below the stratum, almost to save you, I even took my life." For the first time, he felt that although he didn't deal with this Han man, but under the circumstances at that time, he would actually have the idea of going down the well to save people, shouldn't he be very ruthless?

Gao Mingyuan, the owner of the wooden house, was unexpected by the two, she hid alone in the back mountain for decades, and studied the witch corpse technique of the evil sect, and the seemingly simple and dilapidated wooden house hid a magnificent array technique. All of this made San Qian and Zhu Beichen tremble, but they were shocked before they saw them.

"We can't trespass on this wooden house, it seems that she should be out and not here, so we have to wait." Three thousand faces show a look of fear, realistic fantasies, personal experience, invisibly reveal this woman's ruthlessness, deadly everywhere, and dangerous.

At this time, there was the sound of iron hammering from the back of the wooden house, and the frightened two people trembled.

Bang! -Bang! -Bang!

The sound of the beating was dull and regular, and every few seconds, a metal object resembling a hammer was struck. Could it be that there is someone behind the house?

Sanqian and Zhu Beichen glanced at each other, and after a short eye contact, they both decided to go to the back of the house to have a look.

From the outside, the wooden house does not occupy a large area. The reason why the two of them would lose their way in the house and run around indiscriminately was because they were in almost total darkness, and there was an unknown formation arranged in the house. The closed environment makes full use of psychological cues, and the strange smell of confusion has its due effect, especially the four candles that the three thousand touched, the unique fragrance is enough to spread throughout the room, and mixed with various meanings such as rotting corpses, so that people are not easy to notice.

The two of them walked around the side of the hut without stopping, tracing the source of the striking sound to the back of the hut.

The ground is littered with timber that has been processed into blocks and logs that have yet to be processed, mixed with wood chips to form the landscape behind the house.

A short rickety figure squatted on the black earth, covered with black fabric, because it could only be called cloth, tattered clothes and ornaments were almost draped over the body, and the black whole body was almost mixed with the black earth, and at first glance, I didn't find anyone on the ground.

She turned her back to the two of them, her crumpled hands exposed outside her clothes, and the up and down wooden hammers were still beating the wood, and the old woman was beside her a half-formed wooden object, a coffin, and the coffin was dark.

Zhu Beichen couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and looked at Sanqian inquiringly at a loss.

Sanqian's performance was beyond Zhu Beichen's expectations, he took a few steps forward, knelt down on the black soil, kowtowed to the old woman's thin back, and said a lot of words in his mouth. The old woman's backs and men ignored them, and continued to buse themselves with the tools at hand. The old woman's body trembled a little, and she was moved.

"Three thousand, what are you?" Zhu Beichen asked.

The man's vocal cords on the kneeling ground sobbed, and the Chinese characters of Zheng Zheng could cry too? Zhu Beichen discovered for the first time that the iron-blooded three thousand still had a tender side.

"She's my grandmother."

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I really don't know how to comfort this man, it turns out that what he has been telling is the story of their family, Tong Jia Muqiu's sixth disciple, Hongliang's wife, and the grandmother of three thousand. Zhu Beichen felt that he shouldn't speak at this time, even if it was redundant to stay here.

When I was a child, the adults in Heimiao Village would tell the children that there was a dilapidated wooden house at the foot of the back mountain of Wushan, and that there was a crazy old woman living in the house, and warned their children not to go to the back mountain. Sanqian had also heard the words of his clansmen until Hiroshi told him a few days ago that it was his grandmother.

The figure and back of the old woman didn't look like a sinister and ruthless Miao Jiang power who specialized in witchcraft by sacrificing corpses, she was more like a lonely and pitiful old man, but she was building a coffin at the moment, which reminded Zhu Beichen of what he said in the three thousand mouths, there was a wooden coffin in the center of the wooden house, and there might be a corpse in the coffin.

Sanqian was still kneeling on the ground, crying in Miao dialect and calling to the weak back, grandma.

The old man finally stopped what he was doing, the hammer clattered and smashed on the plank, and a pair of withered hands wiped the sawdust and dirt with the torn scraps, and stood up.

Her face was withered, like the dry bark of a tree in winter, and the lines of time depicted her face in mottled ways. She has been building a coffin, and every time a coffin is made, she is the first living person to lie down in and try to sleep. If you feel that the coffin does not fit, or if you feel that the diaphragm is in order, it is used to hold the dead body.

In the future, among the many coffins, there will always be one that must lie in it and be buried in the yellow earth. This was later relayed by Sanqian to Zhu Beichen.

Sanqian said that her grandmother's name was Gu Ling.

Gu Ling and Hongliang, who were both in the same lineage, were combined as husband and wife, and Hongliang didn't understand why Gu Ling carried him on his back, carried Tong Jia Muqiu into Wushan, and dug the secret that had been hidden in the belly of the mountain for thousands of years.

After Gu Ling woke up, she never had a chance to ask what it was, prompting her to do such a scourge that caused her master to be angry. For many years, Gu Ling has always been an insurmountable hurdle in Hongliang's heart, as the high priest of the clan, he can't disobey the teacher's training, and has been letting Gu Ling live and die behind Wushan for decades.