My foot was stuck in the slimy mud, and I couldn't feel what was scratching my neck, but vaguely, I felt like it was a hand. Originally, I was very nervous, my foot and neck were grabbed, and I couldn't help but scream, trying hard to pull up my right leg.

"Baby, what's going on." The old ghost turned around in front.

"Nothing." I don't know why, I have less fear of the old ghost, but I have a little more dependence in my heart, and I always feel that it may be safer to be with him. But I didn't want to make myself so embarrassed in front of the old ghost, so I quickly stabilized my heart and said, "It's okay." "

I lifted my leg vigorously and pulled my right foot out of the mud, and when the soles of my feet left the mud, I suddenly saw a hand hanging on the neck of my foot that had been soaked for I don't know how long, and that hand had completely turned into bones, and the flesh and skin were gone, and it maintained a very strange posture, and was brought out of the mud by me. At that moment, even I couldn't tell if my right foot was unintentionally caught by this hand when it sank in, or if it deliberately grabbed me.

"It's okay, one hand." I sighed and said to the old ghost, "I guess there's a lot of this stuff in the mud." "

The old ghost didn't speak, stared at the muddy nest for a few moments, and then cast his gaze to the depths of the Yinshan Gorge. I was still weak in my heart, and I couldn't help but look down at the hand I had brought out, I couldn't tell if I was dazzled, and the hand seemed to move a few times in the mud.

"Old ghost!" I couldn't bear such a fright any longer, dragged my legs full of mud, jumped behind him in two steps, and pointed to the mud nest: "Look! Look! "

In a hurry, I called out all the names I usually called him in my heart, but the old ghost didn't mind at all, turned his head with a swish, stared at the muddy nest, and said, "What? "

"That hand, moving, moving" I was shocked, not timid, but in the place of Yinshan Gorge, it was inevitable that it would be affected by the environment.

The old ghost squinted his eyes and stared at the muddy nest, but the hand lay in the mud, motionless. I really wish I was dazzled, otherwise, I would definitely be in trouble. I stood behind the old ghost and looked over on tiptoe. For two or three minutes, there was no movement at all, my tense heart was slightly relaxed, and before I knew it, the sweat had soaked through my clothes, and the cold air was agitated, and goosebumps broke out.

"It's me who is dazzled." I tugged at the old ghost's sleeve and said, "It's okay, let's go, finish things early, I really don't want to stay here longer." "

"Can't go" the old ghost's squinted eyes slowly opened, staring at the muddy pool.

Goo-goo-goo

Before the old ghost's words had fallen, the lifeless mud pit suddenly began to bubble, this mud pit was very deep, and if there was nothing churning underneath, it would never have been possible to bubble up so many bubbles. Strings of bubbles slowly tumbled up from the depths of the mud nest, densely packed in a large area, like a big fire burning underneath. Seeing all this, no matter how stupid I am, I can perceive that something must be in the mud pit.

With the movement in the mud, a colder breath enveloped me, and I shivered up and down. The mud pit was completely boiling, and the surface of the mud pool with a radius of more than ten meters was full of bubbles coming out from below, gurgling non-stop.

"Baby, hide behind!" The old ghost reached out and pushed me backwards again, and I clung to the stone wall next to the quagmire, and I didn't dare to breathe.

In the mud of the bubble rolling, a large piece of dense hands slowly poked out, I can't tell how many, countless corpses were thrown in before and after the Yinshan Gorge, and it is estimated that the depths of the quagmire are all plopped. Fleshless hands, with silt and phosphorescence, stretched out from the mud, and faintly, the wind seemed to rise in the canyon.

The wind howled, mixed with the roar of people and horses, as if thousands of people rushed out from all directions. In the mud with a radius of more than ten meters, those hands stretched out desperately, endlessly. When the bony arm stretched out more than halfway, countless skulls had emerged from the mud.

swish

In an instant, the old ghost's eyes were completely opened, and I felt a fiery aura burst out of his body. He was small, but he stood majesticly on the edge of the mire. His waist was straight, and he roared at the hands that were floating in the mire.

"Go back!" The old ghost's voice was like a muffled thunder in the canyon, and it shook my ears with a faint pain.

Countless hands that were desperately outstretched outward roared with the old ghost, as if they suddenly stopped, and half of the skull that floated out of the mud stopped halfway, and the old ghost raised his legs and took a step forward, and shouted again.

"Go back!"

At that moment, I was a little stunned, I heard my grandfather say in the past that the old grandfather of our Chen family passed by the cemetery in the middle of the night, and a loud roar could suppress the messy ghost fire, at that time I always felt that my grandfather was exaggerating, but looking at the old ghost in front of me, I suddenly believed it.

After many years have passed, every time I think back to the past, many people's shadows will flash back and forth in my mind, but what I still remember is the straight figure of the old ghost in the Yinshan Gorge.

"Go back to Lao Tzu!" The old ghost thundered for the third time, his eyes were completely open, and there was a fearless light flickering. The countless half-floating skulls in the mud suddenly retracted, and immediately after, the dense hands also withdrew into the mud and disappeared completely. The mud nest that was boiling before immediately calmed down, and the yin wind that carried the roar of people and horses seemed to disappear without a trace.

The nervousness in my heart was also quelled by the old ghost's ferocity, and he stood by the mud for a long time, and without looking back, I walked over and gently tugged at his sleeve. The old ghost slowly turned his face, his round eyes narrowed again, shook his head like a self-defeat, looked at me, and said, "I'm old." "

I couldn't understand what the old ghost was talking about, but there was always an inexplicable sadness in his tone.

"Go back twenty or thirty years, and if you roar, you can shake all these messy things back." The old ghost turned around and continued to walk towards the depths of Yinshan Gorge against the stone wall, and said: "If I remember correctly, Lao Tzu is about seventy-four years old this year, and he has been in Zhenhe for most of his life, if it weren't for that, the Seven Gates would not have scattered into a plate of sand, and my stupid boy would not have died without anyone to save him."

For the first time, I felt that the old ghost, like many other older people, liked to talk about the past. But he seemed to be talking to himself, and I didn't interject, just followed and listened silently.

"What the hell is a man? Lao Tzu has lived all his life, but he still can't figure it out. In the Huai Shulinzi of that year, seven people slammed their heads on the ground, drank blood wine at Master Guan, and swore a poisonous oath, Lao Tzu thought it was all true. The old ghost stopped, turned back to me and said: "Baby, do you know it, when my stupid boy was dying, Song Lao Wu was standing in front of him, he didn't care, if he stretched out his hand, the dog baby might be able to survive."

My heart was shocked, no wonder the old ghost was so angry when he went to Baoliu Village, and no wonder Song Baiyi couldn't stand on his feet when he saw the old ghost, some words, they didn't say it clearly, they were all old people, but who was what they looked like, they knew each other.

The old ghost may be lonely in his heart, and it is difficult to control himself because he is stirred by the past, but after talking for a while, he keeps his mouth shut. The deeper we walked towards the Yin Mountain Gorge, the dimmer the light became, and there was a layer of gray mist overhead, and the sunlight could not shine in.

The mud nest at the entrance of the canyon finally walked out, there were bones everywhere in front of me, layer upon layer, after every big battle on both sides of the Yellow River, the dead bodies were almost thrown in indiscriminately to count the end, at the beginning, there were people who moved in some thin-skinned coffins, so that the dead soldiers had a place to stay, but then no one cared. It was the first time in my life that I had seen the bones of so many corpses, and even though I knew they were lifeless skeletons, I was frightened by the mud, and my heart still trembles to this day.

As if nothing had happened, we walked forward for about fifty or sixty meters, and the skeleton on the ground seemed to have been closed, and a road was vaguely widened, and when the road came to an end, a vague hill appeared in front of us, almost blocking the road to the front.

"There is a mountain, what should I do, do you want to turn it over?" I asked the old ghost, "How far do you have to go?" "

"Turn over the hammer." The old ghost said: "Baby, your eyes are used to pee?" Do you see if it's a mountain? "

If I don't say it, maybe I'll really get confused. As he spoke, he took a few more steps and raised the Qi Death Wind Lamp in his hand above his head, this light was not enough to make the vision completely clear, but with his prompt, I took a closer look and took a sharp breath.

Coffins, dense coffins, stacked together, stacked one after another, like a small hill. After a long time, the coffin was rotten and full of holes, I don't know if there was anything in the coffin, but so many were piled together, and half of the human leg bones that had not been cleaned up were faintly exposed, miserable and terrible.

I watched for a while and felt that I could barely walk through it from the right. But the old ghost's brows gradually furrowed very tightly, and he stood about twenty meters away from the coffin mountain, his steps as if they had taken root on the ground, and he did not move at all.

"Baby, find a way out." The old ghost rolled up his sleeves.

"What's wrong again!"

There was a sudden sound of rustling in the coffin mountain, the sound was not high, but it was continuous, dense and like a tide. The sound was as if something was gnawing at the coffin board, making the roots of the teeth itch when listening to it, and it was as if something that had been sleeping for a long time suddenly came back to life, and the huge mountain of coffins seemed to come alive with these sounds.

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At this time, I don't know where I heard two strange sounds, the sound was like the sound of a flute, and it seemed to be the sound of a leaf of grass blowing out of a person's mouth.

Bang

This gentle and strange sound was like a signal, and the coffin mountain, which had been ringing constantly, suddenly collapsed, and a black and oppressive thing, like a large wave of churning waves, surging from the coffin mountain, and the ground was instantly covered with this thing.

"Oh my God!" I stood behind the old ghost, and when I saw these surging things, my legs immediately began to cramp, and my face turned green.