On the stone table were three human heads, two men and one woman, all of their faces showed a state of horror, cutting their eyes and tongues, and the heavenly spirit cover was lifted and placed aside.

The first thing you see is that when you go to the restaurant, you can think of the clay pot where the chicken soup is kept, and the lid is set aside.

Like.

The sour water in Zhou Lin and Lao Jiang's stomachs began to churn again, and they kept bubbling outside, and the sound of retching was endless. Of course, this is just them, me, the third uncle and the miscellaneous hairy Xiaodao, what I want to confirm the most is whether there is Lao Xiao and his uncle Xiao Yingwu among these three heads. We walked forward quickly, and after the third uncle looked at them one by one, he turned his head and said no. When he said this, there was a hint of nervousness, or excitement, and his tail was trembling.

This shows that even if he is as calm as him, the emotions in his heart are on a roller coaster, with great ups and downs.

They look at people, but I look at the set-up.

On this table, in addition to the heads of three dead men lined up one after another, there were severed palms, severed feet, and internal organs—the heart, spleen, stomach, lungs, kidneys, and intestines several meters long. These things stained the stone table a sticky black and red, and then put on a very strange look. What do you say about this look? At first glance, it looks like a map of the terrain of mountains and rivers, with ups and downs, and then it looks like some kind of terrifying monster, with teeth and claws - no matter what, there is always an evil aura, which makes people unhappy and depressed.

The third uncle and the miscellaneous trail were cleaning up the scattered things on the ground, trying to find any clues, while I stood dumbfounded, my hands and feet cold.

Because I thought of one thing.

I have also seen this scene in a hole in my hometown Qingshan Realm, according to the arrested Luo Deaf once said, this is a dwarf mule setting up an altar, summoning the "big black sky". What is Daikokuten? I don't know if he didn't talk about it, but the same similar technique has to surprise people's hearts! Who exactly? Who can put on a scene as ignorant and bloody as a dwarf mule?

"This is Magnolia, Tea Citrus Shell, and Mu Xiangti, which is the medicine that the fourth child is looking for!"

Hearing the shout of the third uncle, I walked through the depths to look, and saw several plants of different shapes scattered on the ground.

I don't know these things, but since they are life-saving herbs, with a filial son like Xiao Yingwu, he will not give up and ignore them at will until there is an emergency. These herbs, scattered from the outside to the inside, depending on the freshness, I don't think it took long, a day or two to look like they were trampled on, and they looked particularly ugly. The faces of the third uncle and the miscellaneous Xiaodao were extremely solemn. Looking at the dark deep cave, I felt a sudden sense of fear in my heart.

Ever since the last time the Qingshan Realm Cave exterminated the dwarf mule, I have had an inexplicable aversion to the underground cave in my heart, which is both a fear of the darkness and a sign of insecurity—I resist going inside.

However, the tiger cat fluttered and shouted into the cave, the fourth child is inside, and the fourth child is inside.

It said firmly, we were all nervous, the third uncle said that it should be, this open cave, is a good place, if he is the fourth, he will also come here. I don't understand what he means, the miscellaneous hair trail explained to me, saying that this hole, the terrain is undulating, hanging on the top, open and wide, according to the "Thirteen Decisions of Viewing the Mountain" in the metaphysical mountain gate, it is a blessed land, and it is very good to turn evil into good fortune and come in to avoid trouble. However, the guy who laid the dead man's head at the entrance of this cave is also an insider, and he is vicious, so a cloth will reverse the whole momentum, "Kanglong has regrets, and he can't be long", the big murderer, I don't know how my uncle is inside, we want to go in, do you want to go?

I shook my head, sighed at the darkness in front of me, and said that as soon as I entered this dark and tortuous hole, I was reflexively red and itchy, and the chrysanthemums were tight and uncomfortable.

Miscellaneous hair Xiaodao expressed his understanding, and then discussed with his third uncle, who said that flesh and blood, whether dead or alive, had to go in and see.

There were five people present, Zamao Xiaodao and the third uncle decided to go in, Zhou Lin didn't seem to be reluctant, but he couldn't bear his face, and said that he would go, but it was Lao Jiang, who didn't go desperately, and just waited here. He sighed that he was unlucky, blind, how could he take such an unlucky errand, a dead man, always see a dead man. If it weren't for the greed for this living money, maybe he would be sleeping with his wife in his arms now.

The fat parrot flared its wings and scolded, saying that two cowards, a pair of unlucky eggs - especially Lu Zuo, who has real skills and is so timid that he is to death! Little Lori, such a boss is not worth following, follow me, follow me......

This fat bird scolded people to death, no light or heavy, which made my face panic with shame.

Old Jiang was surprised, such a smooth sentence came out of a bird's mouth, and he couldn't help but be surprised. I blushed and said, I'd better go, I was looked down upon by a fat bird, I had never been so cheap in my life. The third uncle stopped me and said no, there must always be a reassuring person outside to help you answer, this is the back road, more important than anything else. Miscellaneous Xiaodao also persuaded me, saying that there was nothing wrong, such a hole, he Lao Xiao walked eight times a year, and he could touch it back and forth with his eyes closed, proper.

It was decided at the moment, and after a few people wrung out their wet clothes, they each drank a few sips of liquor, warmed up, made an appointment to return, and then let me wait outside with Lao Jiang. Before leaving, the tiger cat flew three times over my head, trying to pull bird feces, but I was sensitive to dodge, angry, snorted me a few times, spread its wings and flew away.

Looking at the three figures that disappeared into the darkness, my heart was empty, and I felt as if I had done something embarrassing. Old Jiang didn't care, he took out the dry tobacco pouch from his bag, groped for a match, lit it and took a few puffs, and then far away from the stone table, he squatted on the ground with his bare backbone, looking at the rain curtain outside, and smoking.

I came to him and crouched down, and he looked at me, holding up a dry tobacco pouch and asked me if I wanted to smoke it. I smiled and said no, I said I wouldn't smoke. He said oh, it's best not to smoke. I didn't speak, I twitched again, and looked ahead.

I said thinking about your dog?

He said yes, Jin Zida has been with his parents since he was a child, 5 years. He has three cubs, the eldest and the second are all younger cubs, and they lose money and goods, and the younger one is a son. He is 12 years old, but there is a problem with his skull, and the doctor said that the child is autistic. What is Autism? How did this disease of wealth make his cub suffer? Evil, I won't say a word all year round, I'm afraid of life, that is, with gold, it's better, and I have a smile when no one is there. It's good now, the gold is gone, and it was dragged away by the monster in the water, how can he explain it to his precious son?

He smoked a cigarette, his forehead wrinkled a lot, and his face was sad.

I didn't speak, the hardships of life had crushed this once hunter in the Wuthering Mountains forest into a timid ordinary villager. Looking at the snow-white rain curtain outside the cave entrance, the sky is low, the mouth of this cave is high, the water can't rise, but the mud in front of it is overflowing, there are some rabbits and mountain rat holes in the grass, and the water is immersed in it, so they force these little things to slip out, and they don't care about us, and they burrow into the dry hole.

Outside crackling thinking, before the spring of this 08 year, everything is growing, in front of the mountains, I think of the twelve methods to suppress the mountains, laugh, this mountain is the mountain, although it has also gone through the earth's crustal movement, ups and downs, but compared to the short life span of human beings of only a hundred years, it is eternal, what arrogant confidence, to be able to think of suppressing it?

Since August last year, I think I have a deep understanding of certain things, but how many secrets in this world are unknown to us, small human beings?

I don't know, so I am more and more in awe of nature.

Lao Jiang was cold, so he found the tent cloth in his bag and surrounded him, scolding, saying that this ghost weather, ghost place, if you want to find some firewood to roast the fire, you can't do it.

I handed him a pot of white wine, saying that if he drank this, his body would be warmer.

He drank wine, his face was a little ruddy, trembling, and said that there were wild people in the vicinity, it was a Gan giant, and this legend was true. Yes, it is said that the savages live in the peak at an altitude of 2,000 meters and live in the primeval forest, but this ditch is different, the old man said that there is a road here, which leads directly to the tree flat of Daba Mountain. More than ten years ago, I heard that there are Shennong's tombs, the tombs of the Ewang kings, and the tombs of the white fangs near this mountainous area...... A swarm of thieves came to rob the tomb, seven or eight waves, all of whom died here, and they were very angry.

Those Gan giants are all the gatekeepers of the mountain god's grandfather.

I listened to him scare himself here, didn't speak, laughed, smelled the moist air, and thought to myself that they had been in the miscellaneous trail for half an hour, why hadn't they come back yet? It was uncomfortable to squat, I stood up and moved my hands and feet, the rain outside was lighter, finer, and there was no thunder and lightning. I took out my phone in my inner pocket, but there was no signal, not a single bar.

In this weather, how good is it to make a phone call porridge with Huang Fei?

By the way, how long has it been since I called her? Four days, or five days? Is this normal for two couples who are in love? Isn't it a little too long? Is she angry that I've been away from her for so long, or that I kept forgetting to call her?

I suddenly missed that beautiful, innocent little police flower.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard a scream of "ah", I turned my head, only to see the old ginger who was still squatting on the stone rock and smoking dry smoke just now, and rose into the air backwards, and when he landed, the skull was broken, and Bai Huahua's brain was splashed on the ground, and a lot of it splashed on my body. I was like this, looking at a living person, who was still chatting with me about family life just now, and suddenly became a corpse, and the head was shattered severely, and my heart was suddenly confused, and before I could react, I felt a tightness in my heart, and subconsciously rolled to the side.

Bang!

As I rolled on the ground, I saw that the place where I had just landed was hit by an irregular stone the size of a rugby ball, and it made a thud like a trebuchet. I was so frightened that I didn't dare to stay, but I flashed behind a stone pillar at the entrance of the cave, and two large rocks passed by me, which made my cold hairs rise and goosebumps all over my body.

What's going on?

What the hell is going on?

I hid behind the natural stone pillar in my heart, and couldn't help but stick my head out to look, only to see three red figures emerge in the rain. They were more than two meters tall and had thick limbs, and the white rain waterfall combed their fine brown-red hair, and their buttocks and bellies were fat, and there were two black bags of flesh that fell on their stomachs and drooped, and when I saw the face of one of them, I was horrified.

This pockmarked face, except for the disproportionate parts of the mouth and nose, is almost a human face.

More like a human than a monkey or an orangutan.

Is this a wild man? Did they kill Uncle Xiao's companions?

Before I came back to my senses, the "Gan Giant" in the mouth of the three old gingers rushed towards me with the stones in their hands.