At this point the whole team stopped. Where the wind rises, the yin qi rolls and the thick fog rolls out. Everyone watched intently, although their hearts were full of shock and puzzlement, but no one wanted to speak. I'm afraid that a mouth will ruin this nightmare-like gloomy scene.

Suddenly, in the mist, there was a very monotonous sound of "bang" tambourine. This voice appeared very strangely, and everyone did not "hear" it with their ears, but felt it. No one can be sure if there is really this sound, but the drum beat really hits everyone's hearts.

I can hear that this tambourine is played by one person, and there is no multi-person ensemble. The sound is boring, that is, the two monotones alternate back and forth, which is extremely monotonous, but in this gloomy and complicated scene, it reveals a kind of deep sadness and vicissitudes. It's like the bitter cold of thousands of miles in the desert, in the ruins of the end of mankind, the only survivor sits in the ruins, looking at the corpses of relatives all over the ground, and the sound of banging on his body. This is no longer just music, but a kind of sadness when people ask the sky, life and death, and can't get an answer.

With this sound, the wanderers who were walking in the fog were seen to emerge, and they came to the side of the carriage. The men were hunched up, and one of them carried a large basket. The basket was so large that it looked so heavy that they bent over.

The men picked up the souls from the carriage, stuffed them into the basket behind them, and walked in the direction of the sanatorium.

When these dead souls were picked up, everyone saw that many of them were incomplete people, fragmented, some with only one head left, and some half-stretched, bits and pieces slimy. And those who carry the basket are like farmers who collect dung, they are not afraid of being dirty or tired, no matter how unbearable the soul of the dead becomes, they will pick it up and stuff it into the basket.

The souls of the dead are struggling, their teeth and claws, but no one can escape the hands of these people without exception. The whole process was silent, only the seemingly non-existent tambourine sounded "thump".

At this moment, Xu Dazhi saw a scene that completely destroyed him. There was a rickety man in black who carried a child from a carriage. The child looked very thin and pitiful, that is, how old he was. The child did not know the struggle, nor did he understand what was happening, but just opened innocent eyes and waited in panic for his fate.

This child is Xu Lei.

The rickety man picked up the child and stuffed it into the basket on his back like a cargo. Xu Lei stretched out his little head from the basket, the strange man seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, his head didn't turn, he hit back directly with his hand, and a big mouth was hitting the child's face. Xu Lei touched his little face, lowered his head, and squatted back into the basket very consciously.

The man in black with a basket on his back, bent over, with staggering and heavy steps, walked step by step to the opposite bank, the distant sanatorium.

One after another, the black-clothed men, carrying baskets on their backs, were innumerable, and they walked in the mist, as if walking in the desert yellow sand. Everyone had never seen such a glorious and eerie scene, and they were all fascinated and in a dream.

Suddenly, the tambourine stopped.

When it rings, it bangs and pops, and everyone is used to hearing it and doesn't care. And once you stop, you find that something seems to be missing. Quietly unpleasant.

Everything on the surface of the water freezes for a moment as the sound stops, and the colors are dark and full, like a dream oil painting in the Gothic style.

When everyone looked at each other, they suddenly unfinished their bells and looked up at the sky, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of their mouths, as if a blood rain had fallen. The whole gossip yellow cloth was stained with blood everywhere, which was extremely shocking.

With this mouthful of blood, everything on the surface of the water vanished, empty, as if it had never existed.

Everyone ran over, Xie Ling waved his hand, wiped the blood from his mouth: "I'm fine." ”

Xu Dazhi burst into tears: "Master Xie ......"

Xie Ling patted him: "I won't joke with my body, I know it in my heart." The blood I vomited just now looked scary, but in fact, it was just me biting the tip of my tongue to break the formation, and it was not a big deal. ”

Xu Dazhi hugged his unconscious son and cried, "Master Xie, what happened just now?" How did my son get him to be put in the basket? ”

Xie Ling stood up, walked to the edge of the woods, looked at the reservoir, and his face was heavy: "I cast a spell just now to restore the scene where Xu Lei's soul was lost." It seems that my previous judgment was right, someone is privately adjusting ghosts and forming Yin soldiers and Yin generals. ”

"What do they want to do?" Qin Dan asked beside him.

"Stand on your own in the underworld!" Xie Ling said.

Everyone looked at each other and felt chills all over their bodies. This sounds so mysterious, it is beyond the scope of understanding.

Li Yang said: "Liu Yang, didn't you write it in your novel, the one named Peng Liang, built a netherworld by himself." ”

Liu Yang smiled bitterly: "My memory made you mix, and now it's a little uncertain." But one thing is for sure, my novels are based on real events. ”

Li Yang smiled: "I believe that many things in your novels are experienced by us together, and I am a witness." ”

Xie Ling pointed to the reservoir and said: "I only now know what the road is here, the feng shui here is so strange, and the scene Liu Yang saw underwater at that time is probably true." ”

"There's something wrong with that village?" Li Yang asked.

Xie Ling nodded: "If my expectations are right, that is where the Yellow Spring is located." ”

"Yellow Springs?" The crowd was even more surprised.

The word Huangquan is closely associated with the underworld and hell in the traditional Chinese context.

Li Yang asked, "Are you talking about the Yellow Spring in the underworld?" ”

Xie Ling didn't explain much, put his hands behind his back, looked at the sanatorium on the other side and said, "The ghost gate is closed, and the Huangquan Road is long." It's going to be messy, it's going to be messy. ”

Copper lock thought of one thing: "The scene just now was so shocking, will it be seen by the old man and the people in the nursing home?" ”

Qin Dan smiled: "What appeared just now are all illusions born in the senior brother's magic circle, only those of us who are in the magic circle can see it, and others can't see it." ”

Xie Ling looked at everyone: "Okay, play and play, have fun, this matter is over for you." He looked at Xu Dazhi: "Don't go to the hospital if you lead the children, they can't do anything, and there is a lot of trouble." Do you believe me? ”

Xu Dazhi hugged the child and smiled bitterly: "If you don't believe it, who else can you believe." ”

Xie Ling looked at the nursing home and said, "This matter is left to me, and I will give you an answer." ”

Li Yang said: "What about us? ”

"Go back to your own house, find your mother." Xie Ling said: "Don't follow the mess. Liu Yang, you have to believe me, I will find Li Damin. This sanatorium is weird and inexplicable, don't act rashly, I'll wait until I find out. ”

Hearing Xie Ling say this, everyone was embarrassed to say it even if they had other thoughts. Everyone got in the car and came back. In the next few days, Li Yangsheng dragged Liu Yang to live with him, and the copper lock also went, and sometimes Qin Dan, Mi Qiang and some friends would also be there, and everyone went to the rooftop to drink wine and chat for a night. Liu Yang felt that he was originally a very shady person, but with these friends, he was in a much more cheerful mood, and those troubles gradually disappeared. But there is a thorn in the bottom of my heart, but I can't get rid of it. These days, he hasn't seen Wang Xiaoyu once.

One day he grabbed Qin Dan and asked Xiaoyu in a low voice. Qin Dan looked at him and said coldly: "Xiaoyu is very sad now, she is healing, don't worry about her if you don't have anything to do." ”

That night, there were only three people on the rooftop, Li Yang Tongsuo and Liu Yang. The three of them surprisingly did not make small talk, but sat on the large sofa and looked at the moon in the sky.

After a while, Li Yang suddenly said, "I'll take care of that old man." ”

Liu Yang and Copper Lock looked at him together.

"How many days has Master Xie been gone?" He asked.

Copper lock said: "Four days." ”

"I'd like to go to a nursing home." Li Yang stretched: "I'll go tomorrow." Are you going to go to the copper lock? ”

Copper lock smiled: "I already knew that you couldn't bear it, and I was bound to go." ”

Li Yang didn't ask Liu Yang, he knew that Liu Yang was going to go. The three of them chatted for a while and then went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Li Yang drove his own car, pulled the copper lock and went on the road with Liu Yang. Copper lock said: "How long has it been since the three of us acted together?" ”

"It's been so long that I can't even remember." Li Yang laughed.

Liu Yang didn't speak, looking at the passing scenery outside the window, pondering all the way.

About an hour and a half later, we arrived at the edge of the reservoir, and it was a good day, with clear skies and sparkling water. The copper lock pinched his waist and pointed to the country, and said to the two: "This time, we don't have Master Xie to follow, if something really happens, we can only carry it by ourselves." ”

Li Yang smiled: "You just have a crow's mouth." ”

The three of them walked down the hill to the shore and went to the caretaker's hut first. Surprisingly, the old man was not there.

The hut was locked and empty. Li Yang said: "This is to save trouble, let's drive the boat ourselves." ”

Li Yang and Tongsuo are both people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, in their eyes there are no rules, and the entire world is an open game OL. With enough food and clothing to do it themselves, the two untied the cable of a boat, jumped up, and beckoned Liu Yang to come over.

The three of them got on a small wooden boat and staggered off the shore. Li Yang and the copper lock, each holding a wooden paddle, paddled slowly. The boat has a deep draft, and the water is above and below the boat. The boat swings left and right, and moving forward in the reservoir is like walking a tightrope.

Copper lock said: "Damn, don't look at it is daylight. But as soon as I remembered that there was a yellow spring hidden under the water, I seeped into a panic. ”