Chapter 40: The Crying Spirit

This burial pit is about three meters deep, and it is densely packed with all kinds of dry bones, and as soon as he jumps down, he steps on the bones, making a cracking sound of broken bones, and the feet of everyone are not flat ground, the bones are slippery, except for the dumb man and Zhen Rui, the rest of the people have fallen to the ground.

I sat in the pile of dry bones, and I didn't bother to get up, but I quickly looked up, but saw that the two teams above had met, and they stopped suddenly, as if wondering why the person in the middle had disappeared. However, in the next second, they all turned in unison, facing in the direction of our burial pit. Since these zongzi had been keeping their heads down, as soon as I turned around at this moment, I saw blurred grimaces looking down at us in the burial pit.

That feeling, as if we have also become human animals, the feeling of being condescendingly peeped by a group of zongzi is not to mention, the rest of the people can't see it, but I can see it clearly, and I suddenly feel that my scalp is numb, and I have a thought: How can I have a feeling that I have fallen into a trap?

At this time, everyone who had fallen down got up, and Yuan Rui immediately asked me how the situation was now. I fixed my mind, looked at the 'faces' above that looked down at us, only to feel that my throat was dry, and I was momentarily embarrassed, so I smiled bitterly: "It's still there, they're looking at us......"

Lei Zi was a little impatient, he couldn't see anything, and fell on all fours, and when he heard me say this, he couldn't help but say: "You kid don't play tricks, right?" Are there any ghosts? ā€

Zhong Gong said: "Only Brother Chen can see it, we can't figure out the situation, it's dangerous, I think it's better to ask for incense." "If you ask for incense, you can see the unclean things around you, and this time, the soft rice dumplings on it have no other movements, so this mention yƬ has been agreed by everyone. Zhong Gong immediately took out the incense from the equipment bag, everyone knew the rules, so when Zhong Gong took the incense, Feng Ghost suddenly added a sentence and said, "It's better to invite a pillar of ancestor incense." ā€

The so-called ancestor incense is also a kind of incense, but it will increase the original one incense to five, before in the tomb of Princess Geger, when I partnered with Feng Ghost, he once invited the ancestor incense, and as a result, it burned three long and two short. That experience was really not peaceful, not to mention the dead, and it also provoked a black Jiao, and everyone almost finished playing.

As soon as he said to invite the ancestor to incense, my bad memories were hooked, and my heart said: If it burns three long and two short again, wouldn't it disturb the morale of the army? So I said, "Don't ask for any ancestral incense, who believes in this year." ā€

Of course Zhong Gong listened to me, not Feng Ghost's hand, so he immediately only touched out a stick of incense, and then took out a lighter and lit it.

Through the glass cover of the gas mask, I saw that Zhong Gong's face was not very good-looking, and said to Zhen Rui: "What should I do if I can't light it?" ā€

Lei Zi said: "Did you buy inferior goods?" Resurgence, right? "Xiaoyu and the others are Bai Sanye's subordinates, and they don't do much on weekdays, they are good, but they don't seem to be very popular. The purchase of incense in the inverted bucket is a matter of net worth and life, who dares to buy inferior goods? Let's not say that the probability is very small, even if you really buy inferior goods, even if you don't emit sparks, you should emit black smoke, right? There is not even black smoke in this incense.

A few of our veterans immediately knew that something was wrong, and the incense was not burned, which showed that the zongzi were not accepted, and the zongzi that were not fragrant were the big murderer.

Just when everyone was stunned, the dumb man calmly opened his mouth and spit out four words: "Please ancestor incense." ā€

His words made our brains come alive, the ancestral incense was burned to the tomb robber patriarch, and this incense should be acceptable.

This time, Zhong Gong first lit a white candle with a lighter, and then took out five incense sticks, and said words in his mouth, saying nothing more than hoping that the ancestor would bless him and point out the same words. He is an eight-foot man, and he is so careless about this kind of superstitious thing, it seems to be very incongruous, which makes people want to laugh.

But now, no one is laughing. Zhong Gong used a white candle to light the five incense sticks while reading, and this time, the incense was lit at once, and Lei Zi and the others couldn't help but cast admiring glances at the dumb man. Smoke curled up, and the dim light seemed obscure in the space where the smoke and black fog were intertwined, and even with several flashlights on, the surrounding light still felt dim. Everyone stared closely at the smoke and the candlelight, and after a while, they saw only one candlelight, and the dim flame shrank suddenly, shrinking only the size of a star bean, and it turned into a green flame without wind, illuminating Zhong Gong's face a little blue.

At the same time, the smoke rose into the air, and in a few moments I saw that the rest of the people were stunned, and it was clear that they had spotted the ghosts standing above and staring at us, one by one, as if they had eaten a fly, and the muscles on their faces twitched uncontrollably.

I suddenly felt more balanced, and finally I didn't have to bear this fear alone.

There was silence all around, except for the gradual and rapid sound of breathing. The mute expression still did not change, and the dark eyes looked through the glass cover of the mask, indifferently looking at the row of ghosts above, as if they were not ghosts, just a group of ordinary people.

At the moment when everyone was frightened, his calmness was like a tranquilizer, which made the anxiety and fear in people's hearts dissipate a lot in an instant.

I made up my mind and said, "It seems that they will not come down, so we might as well walk down the grave to the other side and make plans when the time comes." The group nodded, and walked forward, observing the things up there. However, as we moved, their faces also moved slightly, obviously looking at us, their eyes moving with our position, and in an instant, I felt as if the eyes of countless ghosts were glued to my body, making people's hairs stand on end.

But even so, the things stayed where they were, which gave us a lot of peace of mind, and everyone immediately sped up and moved forward.

Along the way, in addition to human bones, there are many horses, sheep, pigs, cattle and other burial livestock, but there is no banana mentioned by Tofu, but even if there were bananas buried with it, it must have rotted long ago.

The crowd walked forward with their feet on dry bones, and their ears were full of clicking sounds, and occasionally small objects were found, presumably what these people were carrying when they died. The length of the burial pit is about 40 meters, which is quite large, and these dry bones almost fill the entire burial pit, which is enough to imagine how many people died at that time. At that moment, along with the click of stepping on the bones, I suddenly heard another sound in my ears.

Cry.

The voice was a little indistinct, and I thought it was my delusion, but the mute stopped, turned his head slightly, and looked around vigilantly. At the same time, Wen Min also said in an uncertain voice: "Someone seems to be crying?" ā€

The rest of the people obviously heard it too, and Lei Zi said nervously, "Who else will there be in this place besides us?" It can't be the kid surnamed Dou, right? ā€

Bean curd?

I couldn't help but hiss, and said in my heart: Tofu, that kid, has always shed tears without blood, could it be that it is really him? But when I listened carefully, the voice was whimpering, the voice was indistinct, and I couldn't hear from which direction it was coming from, so I couldn't really determine if it was the sound of tofu. At this time, I heard Wen Min say: "If we don't look for it, could it be that Xiaodou met you for something?" ā€œ

Lei Zi's voice raised slightly, and he chirped, "What's the matter?" Raped by a female zongzi? ā€

I listened to the cry, and although I thought that Tofu would not be scared to cry, what if it was really him? He nodded, motioning for everyone to pay attention to the voice. We continued to walk, and the further we went, the clearer the sound became, and then I heard it clearly, it was coming from our left-hand side.

It was close to the wall of the burial pit, and the width of the entire burial pit was about ten meters. I pulled out the dagger and shouted Tofu's name in that direction, but there was still no response, only crying, and at this time, the timbre of the voice also changed a little, becoming more male and female, at first we thought it was a man crying, thought it was tofu, and then listened to it, it looked like a woman.

As if thinking of something, Zhen Rui said, "Crying spirit." ā€

What he meant was that it wasn't people weeping, it was the ghosts who had been killed here weeping.

I listened to the voice change a few times, and I knew something was wrong, so I nodded, withdrew the dagger that had been drawn, and said, "No matter, get out of here first." As soon as he finished saying this, the crying suddenly stopped, and then a clattering sound was heard in everyone's ears.

It's the sound of feet stepping on bones.

But we were all in the same place, and we didn't move.

With a hint of fear in his eyes, Wen Min said, "Someone is coming." ā€

But will it really be people coming?

With the sound of footsteps on the left, everyone raised their guns and picked up their weapons, and for a while, no one paid attention to the rice dumplings that were saluting above our heads.