The exhausted team, who had been disturbed by the screams of ghosts for several nights, could not sleep peacefully, and their physical condition deteriorated greatly.

When I saw that everyone was tired, I decided to keep a vigil alone, thinking of something that would disturb everyone's dreams every night.

When I was on a night patrol, I remembered the story of the old man when I was a child, saying that when the yellow skin becomes a fine, he can speak people.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there was a Huangfu, and the cook fell asleep not long after, and was called by the old man to cook noodles, although there were all kinds of unwillingness in his heart, but he had to go to the ground to get dressed, and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles.

As a result, the next day, the cook had just fallen asleep, and Huang Yuanwai came out of the window again, saying that he was hungry and asked the cook to prepare a bowl of noodles.

The cook was full of doubts, and said in her heart: My master never ate supper before, why does he suddenly have to eat noodles for two consecutive nights? Although the cook had doubts, it was indeed the voice of the master outside the door, and the appearance of the robe was the same as that of the master, so she did not dare to disobey the master's orders, so she had to get dressed again, rushed to the kitchen, rolled the noodles and boiled water, boiled a bowl of noodles, and then went back to the house to continue sleeping.

But what the cook never expected was that in the next few days, every midnight, Huang Yuanwai would leave a message outside the window to eat noodles for supper.

The cook did not get enough sleep at night, so she was not energetic during the day, and when she was questioned by her wife, she told the truth. As a result, Huang Yuanwai said that he had never been to the place where the cook rested at night, let alone asked for supper.

When the cook heard this, she was very aggrieved and said, "There is indeed a figure in a robe outside the window, and the voice of the old man is not wrong." ”

Huang Yuan saw that the cook's words were conclusive, not like she was lying. I thought it might be a gluttonous housekeeper or nurse who pretended to be him and asked the cook to make supper. So he lay in bed that night and pretended to sleep. Behold who dares to steal his clothes and pretend to be himself.

In the middle of the night, Huang Yuanwai heard someone push open his door. But his door was locked before he went to bed, and it was impossible for him to be opened outside. Huang Yuanwai suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he copied the sword hanging above the head of the bed in his hand. (In ancient times, some large families hung their swords above the wooden bed, one was to ward off evil spirits, and the other was to defend themselves.) ）

The open door let in the bright moonlight, and the yellow member borrowed the moonlight. I clearly saw that there were three yellow skins walking in quietly, and then they stepped on the shoulders of one by one, folded them into the shape of an arhat, grabbed the robe hanging by the yellow man on the side of the bed, put it on his body, and then staggered to the door.

Huang Yuanwai immediately understood that it was these three yellow skins who were doing trouble, so he immediately lit the candle, and waved his sword towards Huang Pizi.

Stacked into three yellow skins one person high. Frightened, he immediately fled in all directions, and never appeared in the Yellow Mansion again.

I haven't seen if Huang Pizi can really speak human words. However, the old man told us so vividly, and many people should believe that Huang Pizi can speak people. But the charming thing about the yellow skin, I was in the Northeast when I was a child. I have indeed seen it with my own eyes.

The fat man had a great aunt who was many years older than the fat man's mother. Because there were many brothers and sisters in those days, especially in the countryside. There are eight or nine brothers, which is very normal.

The eldest aunt has a son named Da Linzi, who is more than ten years older than the fat man, burly and powerful, and is a typical reckless man in the Northeast.

One day, the eldest aunt suddenly fell ill at home, and she was talking nonsense. Da Linzi saw that his mother seemed to be a different person, so he stroked his mother's armpit and intercostal space, and as a result, he touched a round pimple, so he pinched the round pimple, put the tip of a needle against the round pimple, and asked sharply, "Who are you?" If you don't tell the truth, I'll prick you with a needle. ”

As a result, the eldest aunt said in a strange voice: "The fairy family is in trouble, please raise your noble hand." ”

When Da Linzi heard this and his tone, he knew that it was the yellow skin who was to blame, so he scolded him sharply, warned and intimidated him not to come again, and skinned him alive the next time he met. Then he let go of his hand, and the needle did not pierce the pimple, and the pimple disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the eldest aunt also returned to normal, not remembering what had just happened.

The aunt's family has worshiped the yellow fairy for the family immortal for generations, it is said that the yellow fairy is only without a hall mouth, (the hall mouth refers to the famous and famous immortal, who is enshrined in the ancestral hall or temple, this kind of immortal is very capable, can keep a party safe, but also can heal the sick.) The fallen immortals, who are also worshipped, want to make a fuss and fight for a hall or a tablet for worship. But the people in the aunt's family all know these ways and know how to punish these troublesome yellow skins.

After the Venerable Master Wong Tai Sin was reborn, the bewitched patient would puff up a large bag on his body, which was said to be his Taoism and immortal energy. If it is punctured, it will be broken, and without the yellow skin of Taoism, it will become an ordinary weasel, and it will no longer be able to resist birth, old age, sickness and death.

Some people may say that these are unreliable delusions, but I have heard them with my own ears and seen them with my own eyes. So I speculate that we probably accidentally provoked the yellow skin without knowing when, so we were entangled.

In the northeast region, there are many yellow skins, especially in the deep mountains and old forests, there are some yellow skins with Taoism, maybe there is one who can speak.

In my thoughts, I spent three watches, and I was a little sleepy in a daze, so I wanted to wake up the fat man and let him take my shift.

I thought to myself that it was impossible for the yellow skin to appear tonight, and probably it noticed my vigilance. As a result, just as I was about to get up, I heard the very familiar scream again, and the sound did not come from the ground, but suddenly sounded in mid-air, and I couldn't help but stand up alertly and look up at the treetops around me.

The dark green branches swayed in the wind, and the starlight sprinkled on the branches and leaves like a fluorescent, and I saw nothing but the trees, and I thought to myself: the wailing sound was fleeting, maybe it was my own auditory hallucination.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed overhead, like a sharp arrow breaking through the air, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. But I clearly heard the sound of flapping wings, it must be a nocturnal bird flying by, and I thought: It seems that tonight is in vain.

I woke up the fat man for vigil, and fell down in the hammock with my clothes, and although I did not hear the screams of the ghosts again, I had nightmares all night, and I still had a splitting headache when I woke up in the morning.

When the man woke up early in the morning, he suddenly walked to the outskirts of the camp, bent down on the ground covered with fallen leaves and mourning grass, picked up a black feather, and held it in his hand to examine it.

I saw that the black feathers were very familiar, so I walked over to take a closer look, and suddenly remembered that in the camp where Scarface was empty, there had been a large number of these black satin-like feathers scattered together.

Could it be that this black feather was left on the ground by a bird that suddenly flew up last night? And this bird, all the way from the swamps of the Sanjiang Plain, has been following us here. I could not help but suspect at the moment that it was this black bird with an ulterior purpose who uttered the words of mourning.

As soon as these thoughts came to me, I loudly denied in my heart: How is it possible? How can a bird speak human words?

However, it suddenly occurred to me that starlings and parrots can speak human language. From this recollection, the screams of the ghosts at night are indeed a bit of a parrot-like blunt sound. And I also thought that when the fat man fell into the pit for help, he lay at the entrance of the cave and tried to save him, but he was attacked by a black shadow behind and accidentally fell into the pit. When these events are taken together, they don't feel like mere coincidences.

Before breakfast had been eaten, I told them about it, for I could not fathom the purpose of this black bird, who had been following us all the way around, and had been learning to cry at night, to disturb our rest.

The thought of a black bird lurking around us with a purpose makes me think it's a little funny, but I have to tell everyone. Past experience has taught me not to ignore coincidences, and never to ignore the prelude to danger.

After listening to my almost ridiculous and gibberish remarks, everyone suddenly fell silent, and I had no idea what kind of thoughts everyone was holding, and after listening to my crazy speculation.

Guide You was the first to break the silence, and he first asked me, "Brother Sven, what do you think that bird is?" ”

It stands to reason that the only black bird that can talk is the starling. But when I see the satin-like black feathers, the first bird that comes to mind is the "old eagle", or crow.

First of all, the length of the black feathers is obviously not the feathers on the starling, and the starling is smaller, generally only about the size of half a crow. Therefore, the long feathers with fluff should belong to the black eagle, not the starling.

However, I don't remember the owl being able to speak at all. In my memory, the old eagle's cry is rough and hoarse and very ugly, and because it has the habit of eating animal carrion and carrion, it often stops in the pile of dead people in the grave, so it is considered a symbol of bad luck. As the old saying goes, "If the old eagle is the head, there will be woe if there is no disaster." There are also many ominous sayings about "crow noise, disaster is coming" and so on.

I told Guide You what I really thought, only to see him nod and say approvingly: "This feather is indeed an old eagle." But the crow is not as ordinary and simple as you think. ”

Next, this old hunter, who has been hunting in the deep mountains and old forests since he was a child, began to tell everyone the magical story about the old eagle.

The smartest bird in the world is not a parrot that can learn words, but a black crow. It is said that crows are animals with first-rate intelligence other than humans. (To be continued......)