Listening to the even breathing of the three people, I felt that I had no bottom in my heart, and from time to time I quietly lifted the bottom of the tent to look out. I didn't dare to lift it every time, for fear of seeing something again, and after lifting it more than a dozen times, I was finally defeated by the trapped spirit and woke up heavily.

I don't know how long I slept, but in my half-asleep, I seemed to hear a deep voice coming from my ear, like someone talking in the distance. I woke up again, lifted the bottom of the tent and looked out, and by the darkness of the night, I could see a dark figure sitting cross-legged in front of the tent, chanting mantras in a low voice. Blocked by a tent, only half of the figure could be seen.

I was so scared that I didn't even dare to get out of the air. Hurriedly reached out to push Deng Kang, who was across Fang Gang. But I didn't see Deng Kang in the tent, and when I looked out carefully, the person who was sitting was Deng Kang.

Is he cultivating the Fa? When I think so, I say that the fist never leaves the hand, and maybe Azan does the same. Just as I was ready to go back to sleep. I saw Deng Kang slowly stand up and walk towards the dense forest. I hurriedly got out of the tent, and when Dengkang's figure was drowned in the darkness, I couldn't help but whisper: "Hey, where are you going?" ”

No one responded. I ran back to the tent to wake Fang Gang up again, and he was very angry: "You even have insomnia and have to find someone to spar with?" ”

I said, "Dengkang himself went into the woods!" Fang Gang hurriedly got out, I told him what happened just now, Fang Gang saw that Deng Kang was indeed not in the tent, so he went to rummage through the backpack, and there was indeed a flashlight in it, and after unscrewing it, he found that the light was very poor, but it was better than nothing.

Fang Gang walked in the direction I pointed, I hurriedly asked him to wait for me, although there was no flashlight, but my mobile phone was still with me, turned on the flashlight, and followed behind Fang Gang with the mobile phone. In the woods, we were cautious, but we couldn't find where Dengkang was. After about half an hour of searching, I suddenly felt an itch on my back, and it was still the location of the tattoo thorn mantra.

"It looks like it's around here, and my back ......," I said, scratching my back. Fang Gang took a photo around, but there was nothing. After walking for a few minutes, a figure suddenly flashed by. Fang Gang hurriedly shook the flashlight over, and the figure disappeared again. My heart was pounding, and the other party just said that if we go back first, Dengkang may be able to come back by himself in a while.

Just when Fang Gang was hesitating, he heard a faint voice in the distance, like a few people talking in a low voice. We looked at each other, picked up our spirits and crept towards the place where the sound was coming from, and finally saw someone sitting on the ground with what appeared to be a long rock in front of them. Fang Gang signaled to separate from me, outflanking me left and right, and only found out when he got closer. That man was none other than Dengkang.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting mantras in a low voice, arms outstretched, and a string of beads in his hands. By the light of the flash of my phone, I saw that what he was facing was not a long rock, but a simple offering table, which seemed to be made of wood, with a lot of things on it, including plates and bowls, and it seemed that there were some bone-like objects, mixed with mud and grass, and I couldn't see it clearly.

Fang Gang and I watched quietly, and Deng Kang chanted for another ten minutes, then slowly stood up, stretched out his hand and pushed the offering table hard. This offering table is made of wood. It was easily overturned, and a rectangular plank was seen underneath, flush with the ground, which from the outward appearance looked like the lid of a coffin.

"What is this?" Fang Gang couldn't help but ask.

Deng Kang ignored us, but reached for the lid of the coffin. His movements are clumsy, as if he is sleepwalking. Suddenly, I saw something half-buried in the soil next to me, and I reached out and pulled it out, it was a shovel, which seemed to be the one used to dig the coffin in the first place. I don't know how many times it has been watered by the rain, and the shovel handle is full of dry and hard sludge.

Fang Gang took the shovel in my hand and used the tip to pry the coffin lid, the coffin lid was obviously not nailed firmly, and after dozens of strokes, it was loosened. Fang Gang's hand was fast, he grabbed Deng Kang and pulled him back, and a strong smell of rotten corpses gushed out, although I had already hid quickly, I still smelled it. I almost didn't throw up.

Deng Kang sat down cross-legged and began to chant the mantra again, this time the voice was much louder, and after a few minutes, Fang Gang and I dared to go up and illuminate the inside of the coffin with light. Inside, you could barely see a dry skeleton lying there, half-soaked in rotting corpse fluid, and wearing clothes, but the color was completely unrecognizable.

I was so frightened that my heart almost jumped to my throat, and Fang Gang asked, "What kind of guy is this?" "Over there, Deng Kang came over. Sit down again in front of the coffin, throw the end of the string of bone beads in your hand into the coffin, and hold the other end with your right hand. Suddenly, Deng Kang stopped chanting and gasped for air. Then he hung his head, not moving, not even panting.

"Why didn't he move?" I asked. Fang Gang walked over and stretched out his hand to push Deng Kang, but he heard Deng Kang, who had his head hanging down to his chest, muttering something in a low voice. This mantra sounds strange. I've never heard of Denkang before, and it seems that neither do Azan Hungban, Badeng, or Nangya, but that's what Tenkang and I seem to have heard at Azan Yu's house, north of Nakhon Sawan. Deng Kang didn't seem to be proficient in reading, and he stopped thinking.

Fang Gang hurriedly retracted his hand and took a few steps back. For fear of disturbing him. I felt itchy and hot in my back, and the pain was unbearable, so I put my hand behind my back and scratched it hard, but it didn't work. Fang Gang looked at me, walked over and lifted the hem of my shirt, shone it with a flashlight, and whispered, "It's all swollen, fuck." ”

I understand that these exorcism spells that made Azan Nangya tattoo in the first place will react as long as it is in a place where the yin qi is extremely heavy, just like some people tattoo the five sutras. When I encounter danger, I feel that my skin is hot, but the effect of Nangya's stabbing is even more obvious.

Deng Kang chanted like a walking dead for more than twenty minutes, he slowly raised his head, slowly withdrew the bone bead, and put it around his neck. Then he reached out and took the skull of the corpse out of the coffin. The bones had apparently been soaked in the coffin for several years, and the bones were completely detached from each other, and they were easily brought out. Deng Kang put the skull upright in front of him, took out a folding knife from his arms, lifted the sleeve of his left arm, and slashed the knife from his upper arm to the palm of his hand. A long wound was cut.

Blood flowed out instantly, Deng Kang raised his left arm, put the middle finger of his left hand on the top of the skull, and let the blood flow slowly on the bones, and in a short time, the bones were already soaked in blood, and blood stains flowed down. Deng Kang continued to recite the strange mantra, and after ten minutes, he began to gasp for breath and began to struggle, I think it was due to excessive blood loss. But I didn't dare to disturb.

At this time, Deng Kang's body was crooked and fell to the ground, I hurriedly went over to help him up, and Fang Gang took off his shirt. Tie firmly on the top of Dengkang's left arm to temporarily prevent the blood from flowing more.

I saw a lot of small stone statues scattered around the offering table that had been pushed down by Dengkang, which looked like a baby, so I went over and picked one up to look at it. Knocking off the dirt on it, it was indeed a baby, no matter the size and shape, it was the same as the one that Rusluen had dug up from the ancient tomb before.

Could it be that these are also tomb pats? I beckoned Fang Gang to come over and take a look, and he said, "Do you remember, Dengkang went to ask the Ghost King before. The ghost king said that this laborer specializes in cultivating the ancient Khmer method of patting babies in the deep mountains? I nodded again and again and said yes, it seems that this is it.

Fang Gang asked me to bring all these babies with me. But I didn't have the tools, so I finally took off my shirt too, packed all the six or seven babies I could find, and tied the two sleeves around my waist, which was considered a waist bag.

Fang Gang and I set up Dengkang and walked out of the woods, when Fang Gang stopped and asked me to take the skull with me. I had to hold the skull with one hand and support Deng Kang with the other, and the skull was covered in blood. It's slippery and sticky, and I wonder why you don't take it, and let me bring this kind of obscure thing.

The sky had begun to darken, and the sense of direction had long been gone, and when I was worried about how to get back to the tent, Fang Gang said to me, "Did you hear any sounds?" We walked and pricked up our ears, and sure enough, we heard someone's shout from somewhere, as if it had been from a rice merchant. The sound is far away, judging by the volume, it must be two or three kilometers.

"This guy shouted in time, get out!" Fang Gang's face was happy.