A knife was inserted into it, more than half an inch, and the old man looked at the big tree with some anticipation in his heart, you have some blood.

Half a cigarette has passed, everyone is watching, and Ye Qiu, who has never been lively, is watching there.

"Haha, I'll just say, rumors, absolute rumors! The best way to break the rumors is to prove it for yourself! ”

Lao Wan pulled out the dagger and began to walk back, facing his friends and a group of juniors, Lao Wan felt that he had given them a good trip tonight Don't believe in the nonsense of feudal superstition, how did this country come about?

It was earned by the lives of countless warriors who fought bloody on the battlefield like him, if there were ghosts?

Back then, Little Japan killed 300,000 people in Nanjing overnight, so the ghost still had to tear up Little Japan?

In the end, what does it depend on, and it is not the people's army?

But when he took three steps, the expressions of the group on the other side changed.

The fat man's mouth opened into an "o"

shape, Xia Lao Liu was sighing vigorously, Cha Wenbin was nervous, and even Ye Qiu's eyebrows jumped unconsciously.

"What's wrong with you? Hehe, it's okay to tell you that it's a rumor. ”

With Xia Laoliu's words: "If you get into trouble, look back yourself!" ”

Lao Wan turned around and immediately couldn't believe his eyes.

The small hole in the tree that had just been pierced had slowly seeped out with red liquid, one drop, two drops, and the red thing was like human blood slowly merging into a line in the folded bark, "snapping"

, "Click"

, Drop by drop fell to the ground, Lao Wan leaned down and wiped a little with his hand and put it under his nose to smell it, this old policeman who had been doing criminal investigation all his life sighed in his heart at that time.

"I'm dripping mother, it's really blood, this fishy smell can't be wrong!"

Xia Lao Liu said: "I'll just say, I didn't believe in evil before, but now you see it, I'll teach you nonsense next time, do you want to go inside?" ”

"Forget it, don't go."

Lao Wan was a little withdrawn at this time, and he estimated that he was sobering up from drinking, jokes are jokes, and if a person of his age is passed out, he must not lose the dead.

But after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong, "Wait, how can this tree bleed?" ”

The fat man snorted coldly: "It's become a jingbei, you don't need to ask." ”

"The one who has become a spirit is also a tree spirit, but how can I smell this a bit like human blood!"

At this moment, Lao Wan was completely sober, and out of professional sensitivity, he immediately felt that there was something wrong with it.

Looking up and glancing at the big tree that couldn't see the top, several people were surrounded, from the outside, except for the big and old age, there was really nothing special, is it really as they said that the tree can also become a fine?

How could the tree that had become a spirit so easily prick itself with a hole?

At this time, Cha Wenbin also noticed that something was wrong, in fact, when he first heard Xia Lao Liu describe the three knives, he had doubts, the tree can become a essence, but the bleeding is mostly exaggerated.

After seeing with his own eyes that Lao Wan was stabbed down, Cha Wenbin would rather it be just a rumor, and he didn't want the blood to really gush out, he also dipped a drop on his nose and sniffed it, and then gave Ye Qiu a sniff, the two nodded to each other, Cha Wenbin said: "It's human blood, there is something wrong with this tree!" ”

I don't know who planted this tree in what year, some people say that the White Lotus Sect killed it and planted it at the gate of the temple, and some people say that it was too late, and the age of this tree is much older than that of the White Lotus Sect.

Anyway, what we heard most about when we were children was that it was at least 3,000 years old, and that the tree was originally planted on the side of the road, next to it was a cliff wall in the air, and below it was a small river.

From the front, the bark is intact, everything is normal, and the three knives are clearly visible, less than a few points away from the position of the old Wanzha knife.

There are no branches about ten meters from the bottom to the top, the straight trunk grows until mid-air before the branches and leaves, Lao Wan walks along the left side of the tree and walks away without seeing any fame, so he simply went over and stabbed another knife at the bottom of the root, after this knife waited for about ten minutes without any change, not to mention blood, even the pulp did not flow out for half a minute.

This is really strange, if this tree can bleed, then it should be able to pierce the whole body casually, why is it only in that position?

Suddenly, he and Cha Wenbin walked around the back of the tree almost at the same time, the tree itself grew diagonally, and probed up the cliff on the other side of the river, and because the tree was too thick, they looked at the back of it for a long time without any results.

Lao Wan simply proposed: "Otherwise, you go back and find an axe, and you can split it from here tonight." ”

"That's not possible, there are many people who want to fight this tree, from before the liberation to after the liberation, I don't know how many groups of people want to cut it, how rare this material is. This tree is the ancestor of our Hong Village, it is our root, I don't care if you have blood or pulp in it, anyway, you can't move it. ”

"I can't move, that's okay, Ming'er, I'll send this blood back for testing, if it's really human blood, there will be enough reason to take further measures."

Xia Lao Liu also said ruthlessly: "You dare! ”

These two comrades-in-arms were about to start at this time, Cha Wenbin hurriedly came over to extinguish the fire and said: "Two uncles, don't worry, there is something strange about this matter, I will go around the back to check it carefully." ”

As he spoke, he took out a roll of hemp rope from his bag, which was the rope that he was going to show to Lao Wan tonight, he tied it to his waist, and told the fat man to pull the rope and wrap it around his arm, and he was going to swing to the back to see it clearly.

After several attempts, he failed to grasp the thick tree roots, and his hands and feet did not exert any force, and finally Ye Qiu thought of a way, let the fat man stand on the cliff and put Cha Wenbin down first, and then Ye Qiu used a rope to give him on the other side.

Finally, the two sides worked together, so that Cha Wenbin came up to the back of the tree.

This guy not only ran out of Halloween, but also played with a heartbeat, if Ma Sufeng knew, he would definitely beat him.

Cha Wenbin vaguely felt that this secret was hidden behind the tree, and the answer was almost coming out of his throat, but he didn't dare to say it until it was confirmed.

After several efforts, Cha Wenbin only felt that the skin on his waist was about to be rubbed off, and he was finally reluctantly hung behind a tree, which is really very dangerous, as long as the rope is broken, he may fall off the cliff at any time.

The emperor lives up to his wishes, the back of this tree really has an article, two rows of centipedes seem to be neatly hit on the figure-eight nails, about a piece of about two and a half meters high, about one meter wide range, the number of eight-figure nails is too many to count.

The color of these nails is very similar to the bark of a tree, and many of them are so old that many of them are embedded in the bark, so you don't need to touch them with your hands or look closely, and you can't see them at all when you look at them from the front.

"There's a huge possibility of tree burial."

This is Cha Wenbin's own judgment, according to records, in ancient times in the southwest of the popular funeral method, that is, choose to hollow out half of the trunk, and then put the human body in it and then reseal.

Some trees can continue to grow and not die because of their tenacity in life, and the ancients believed that the soul of a person after death will become one with the tree and can continue to live in the world.

However, this kind of burial method has ceased to circulate in the southwestern frontier about 2,000 years ago, and the emergence of hanging coffins and burials has gradually replaced this cumbersome funeral ritual.

Because of the high mortality rate when trees are hollowed out, those who wish they could still live forever have turned to other better ways to dispose of their remains.

But now the problem came again, Lao Wan first asked: "After so many years of tree burial, isn't the corpse inside still rotten?" ”

The blood I smelled just now was unusually fresh, no different from that of a living person, and the blood of a person after death was a period of time