Drowsiness and extreme fright, made me feel like I was drunk, I felt dizzy, my consciousness became a little blurred, and I don't know how long it took, and when Xiao Lei got up to change shifts, I didn't completely wake up, and I didn't even bother to say a word to him, so I went back to sleep.

I slept until ten o'clock the next day, I was the last to get up, I don't know how to do it, I had a terrible headache, and after asking Crazy Six to massage my acupuncture points, it was much better.

Thinking of the ghost last night, I couldn't figure out more and more whether it was a hallucination or if it had actually happened.

I also made a special observation of the place where the ghost appeared, hoping to find some clues to prove that the ghost was not my hallucination, but really appeared.

But I was a little disappointed that I didn't find anything.

Since there is no evidence, I don't bother to tell you more. However, the strong sense of fear at that time is still so vivid in my memory.

When Crazy Six helped me relieve my headache, he seemed to notice that I was a little abnormal: "Your headache is caused by excessive fright, maybe last night, so many things happened to you, scared you." ”

He must have discovered the cause of my headache from the changes in my meridians, and I quickly took the opportunity to tell him about the ghost last night. Sure enough, Crazy Six didn't take it seriously at all, only said that it might be my hallucination, and said that under continuous mental stimulation and fatigue, it was easy to hallucinate.

Hearing him say this, I myself became even more convinced that it was just an illusion, and that this ghost thing, I thought it would pass like this, but I never expected that there would be follow-up developments.

After everyone had breakfast, they came to Old Man Yuan's house again.

Old man Yuan was sitting on a chair outside the house reading a book, looking calm and relaxed, at his age, no matter what kind of wind and waves, he should have experienced it, plus he had read so many books, so Old Man Yuan had a special calmness and calmness, which was a bit similar to his cousin.

Because of the in-depth communication last night, especially with my cousin, the conversation was even more speculative, so he had no precaution against us and greeted us warmly.

Uncle Yuan's room was a bit dark and depressing, and it was connected to the cave, which made people feel a little gloomy.

This time, Old Man Ouyang also came with the "Monkey Eagle", and Old Man Yuan saw the "Monkey Eagle" and said with a kind smile on his face: "Seriously, this bird is not bred by our family, but my ancestor was in the crater, the first to discover, and once bred in the crater, but then it slowly approached extinction, and now the remaining number should be very small." ”

Old man Ouyang also heard about the "Phoenix Empress" last night, so as soon as he met, he also asked Old Man Yuan, why didn't he see his "Phoenix Empress", didn't he say that the bird would always be by his side?

Old man Yuan didn't answer directly, but smiled slightly, half-jokingly, half-seriously: "Ha, of course it's by my side, but in a way that you can't see." "It seems that he is in a good mood.

Today's weather is also very good, after yesterday's heavy rain, the blue sky is like washing, the early autumn sky, it seems more lofty and tranquil, the sun passes through the treetops, bright and a little sweet.

We took out a few stools and chairs from Old Man Yuan's house and sat around Old Man Yuan, and we wanted to continue to learn more about that crater today, so as to determine our next plan.

On the small stone table in front of us, Old Man Yuan made a pot of tea, I picked up the teapot and poured tea one by one, Old Man Yuan inadvertently looked at my hand, was startled, looked up at me and asked, "Didn't you see a black shadow last night."

Hearing this, I shook as if I had been shocked, and sat on the ground with my buttocks, but fortunately, Xiao Lei reacted quickly and took the teapot in my hand, otherwise, the teapot would have been smashed to the ground by me.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at me and Old Man Yuan, not knowing what was going on.

And my mind was blank, the kind of fear that was deliberately controlled by me, because Old Man Yuan's words were released all of a sudden, and it was still so strong, in addition, there was an extreme shock-how could Old Man Yuan know about that black shadow?

Maybe seeing that my face was pale, everyone came to comfort me first, and asked tentatively what was going on, and I tried to control my feelings, and then I told everyone about the ghost I saw last night.

Everyone was shocked, too—not just because of the ghost I saw, but also because Old Man Gao knew about it before I said it!

The combination of these two things is a bit bizarre.

When my feelings slowly eased up, Old Man Gao spoke slowly in a calm tone: "The thing you saw last night is actually not an illusion, but a kind of 'ghost'. ”

"'Ghost'? We've never heard of it, but is it a real ghost, or is it manipulated? Is it the ghost of a blind man? Crazy Six couldn't wait to ask questions again and again.

And the questions he asked were exactly what we wanted to know the most.

Old man Yuan was still not in a hurry, his expression suddenly became very strict, and he said with a faint gaze: "Is 'ghost' a ghost or not?" It's hard to say, that kind of weird thing is still a little incomprehensible to me, and as for whether it has anything to do with the high blind man, then I don't know. ”

Hearing Old Man Yuan say this, my heart beat wildly again, blood rushed to my head together, and that sense of fear hit again.

Old man Yuan suddenly pointed to something hanging on a nearby tree and said, "Look, what is that?" ”

We looked in the direction of his finger, and found that high in the treetops, a rag hung and swayed in the wind, like a rag, which had been blown up by the wind and hung on the treetops.

What's so nice about a rag?

Just when we were surprised, we heard the blind man say leisurely: "Do you see it? It's a human skin."

His words made us almost exclaim, although in the bright sunshine, I still felt an eerie chill that penetrated my whole body.

Old man Yuan sighed, and said in a calm tone: "That human skin is the skin of a monk when my grandfather was guarding the tomb here.

During the last few years of my grandfather's tomb guarding the tomb, he encountered a strange thing - a few days, he suddenly found a monk who was walking around the crater, as you all know, this is a deep mountain, and until now, there has been no human figure here, how can a monk suddenly come here? Also, I looked at the crater, which was the shelter of our old-timers, so my grandfather was immediately vigilant.

One day, my grandfather met the monk again, and asked him why he came here, but I didn't expect that the monk was deaf and dumb, but fortunately for writing, so my grandfather brought him paper and ink, and communicated with him in words, I didn't imagine that the monk's calligraphy was excellent, just looking at the font, my grandfather vaguely felt that the monk should have an extraordinary background.

Sure enough, the monk wrote in words that his father was a senior official of the Qing Dynasty, and served as a Hanlin, responsible for the revision of the "Siku Quanshu", and collected a lot of strange books from the people, and these strange books are all about some Taoism and spells, but the monk has been very interested in this kind of book since he was a child, and he is even more fascinated by the books collected by his father, and longs for himself to one day, can 'call the wind and rain, scatter beans into soldiers', or be able to escape, through the wall and so on.

For these books about 'strange power and chaos', my father was very opposed to the monks at first, but later found that his son, who had become addicted to this kind of book, couldn't extricate himself, and there were eight monks and brothers, and the other seven were more motivated, so my father also used his heart on the other seven sons, and he let the monks go.

In order to study spells, the monk simply became a monk, completely broke free from the world, and put all his energy into it.

But after decades, the monk's spells still did not make much progress, and he found that he was like ordinary people, without any spells. But he was not discouraged, feeling that he could not learn the real skills from those books, so he began to visit the masters all over the world, and after more than ten years of hard work, he also saw all kinds of people who claimed to have spells, but in fact they were just deceptions.

Finally, one day, on the border of Yunnan, he really met a person who could do magic, that person was very special, with a high nose and deep eyes, very much like a Westerner. Not only is this man special, but his spells are even more powerful - he can stab him in the stomach a few times, but he can't die.

The monk and the man got along day and night for three years, and found that the man was indeed not a deception, but really had this ability, and the man saw that the monk was so devout to the strange arts, so he told the monk his secret and unreserved.

The man said that if you want to practice real spells, it is useless to read books, and those in books are all lies, and you can't master them by practicing them alone.

If you want to practice magic, you must actually look for an external force, which is neither alchemy and medicine, nor meditation, but a 'crater'.

The man's ability to heal quickly after being stabbed in the stomach was acquired by accident in a crater.

It was when he went to Nanyang to work, because he got lost in the jungle, and suffered from severe malaria, his whole body was hot and cold, and he had no strength at all, so he struggled into a huge stone pit, because the stone pit looked dry, and there was no rain, so he lay there, fainted, and I don't know how long it was, and when he woke up, he found that he was relieved, and the malaria was cured, and he had strength in his body.

It just so happened that near the stone pit, there was a small tribe, and the people of the tribe told him that the stone pit was a crater, and it was also a place of sacrifice among their clans, and that the crater had a mysterious power, and mosquitoes, poisonous snakes, grasshoppers and other poisonous insects did not dare to go to that stone pit.

They also have a strange custom - when their patriarch dies, they will eviscerate his corpse and put it in the deepest part of the crater, and after a few months, their dead patriarch will be miraculously resurrected again, and the body will become extremely light, in windy weather, these dead patriarchs, in the dark night, will float to their tribe again, their feet are in the air, suspended in the air, and sometimes they will laugh twice, but the patriarchs who can be resurrected for a short time are only a small part, and most of them will not be resurrected. ”

"I saw that ghost last night, that's it", when I heard Old Man Yuan talk about this, I couldn't help but shout excitedly. At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that Xuan Heng was in that crater, affected by the wonderful "field" in the crater, and the internal organs were completely degenerated, and he could breathe and absorb nutrients through the skin.