Chinese Shamanism believes that all things have animism, and sometimes it can be concluded from this point that a person is shamanic.

The widow Wang pondered for a while while carrying the stove stone, and said

"Let's go west!"

"Good!" Zhu Er jumped up, eager to raise his feet in agreement. Huang Ming didn't object, we simply cleaned up and climbed out along the ladder.

Hangjia Village faces north and south, and on the east and west sides are two large earthen bags about 100 meters high, and the west side is the side where there was a ghost patrol before.

After going up, about 20 meters, you entered the woods. The trees in the mountains are strangely distributed, the foot of the mountain is the densest, the mountainside is sparse, and there are almost no trees on the top of the mountain, but like a large platform, tiled and straightforward.

For entering the mountain, Huang Ming was more prepared than us, he took out a blood notoginseng from his pocket, first sniffed it for Zhu Er, and then sniffed it for rhubarb.

Regarding the sense of smell, there is one thing that I think is incredible, Zhu Er's sense of smell is no worse than rhubarb, and in some places it is even better than rhubarb.

For example, now, after smelling the smell, Rhubarb looked confused, and after turning around in place a few times, he came over and wagged his tail at me as if flattering, indicating that he couldn't find the direction.

"This way!" It was Zhu Er, who smelled the smell.

"Wang!" After walking for a while, Rhubarb suddenly bit my trouser leg and dragged me backwards.

"What's wrong?" I scratched Rhubarb's head.

"Wang!" Rhubarb circled me twice and screamed a little anxiously.

"What's it called?" Zhu Er turned around and scolded, very emotional.

"Wait!" I reached out and made a gesture of stopping, something was wrong, I pondered it for a moment and asked

"We've been walking for almost ten minutes, haven't we?" Huang Ming glanced at the time and said

"Fifteen minutes!"

"When we came, we saw that this mountain is about 100 meters high, except for the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, there are no trees at all, let's go all the way up, and now we are only halfway up the mountain, do you think it is normal?" I analyzed.

"Halfway up the mountain?" The widow frowned, looked up, looked down again, her face changed, she twisted, and a crisp bell rang, echoing in the mountains.

"Squeak!" A crisp cry also sounded at the same time, which was a response to the bell.

"The ghost hit the wall!" I looked around, glanced around, and let out a slow breath.

"Wang!" Rhubarb responded with a call. When we went up the mountain, we were in a bit of a hurry, and we all believed in Zhu Er's sense of smell, and we fell into it unconsciously, and no one paid attention.

In the past ten minutes, except for the straight line at the beginning, the back is going in circles, if it weren't for the rhubarb reminder, we didn't even find it, which is very strange.

The principle of ghost hitting the wall is actually very simple, in fact, it is to disturb your sense of direction with yin qi, and lay a wall in front of you to make you walk around a circle.

Don't mention a few of us, it's impossible for Huang Ming alone, the yang energy on his body is so strong, what kind of ghost hitting the wall can charm him?

But we were tricked, and quietly, no one found out!

"What's that?" Huang Ming suddenly exclaimed and pointed forward. Looking in the direction of his finger, about thirty meters away, a small tomb stood alone.

"Wang!" Rhubarb barked at this time, and at the same time the man stood up, and the dog's eyes stared at a tree behind the small grave.

I looked up, and just behind the small burial bag was a straight pine tree, with very few branches on it, and about four meters away, a thumb-thick branch stretched out diagonally, and on it hung a corpse, or rather, the corpse of a fox.

This immediately reminded me of the cry that echoed the bell of the widow of the king, which must have been made by this fox.

The fox faced us head-on, with a red rope around its neck, its mouth slightly open, its eyes bulging outward, its body stiff, and it had already been hanged.

"Blood!" The next moment, Zhu Er was stunned, turned around and hid behind us. As he had said, wisps of dark red blood poured out of the small tomb and flowed towards us.

"Sunset!" The widow looked frozen, did not say a word, took a step towards the blood, twisted her waist, shook the drum, opened her voice, and began to sing the divine tune.

"Nishiyama!" Xu Laofu also sang with his voice, and his body writhed in a strange posture, as if he had gone crazy.

This is the first time I have seen Xu Laofu cooperate with the widow Wang to dance the god. Under normal circumstances, there are two great gods of jumping, the main one is called the great god, such as the widow of the king, and the one who makes an inscription on the side is called the two gods, such as Xu Laofu.

The two sang and twisted as they formed a figure-eight to meet the blood. But two sentences of divine singing, the blood had already come to the side of the two, the widow did not flinch, her arm shook rapidly, and the drum beat like thunder, echoing in the forest.

The next moment, the blood collided with the two of them, making a muffled sound, and the blood instantly steamed up, enveloping the voices of the two people.

"Pick up King Wen's drum in your left hand, and pick up Erlang God's bamboo whip in your right hand!" Widow Wang's voice suddenly rose, penetrating the heavy blood mist, and Xu Laofu followed and sang

"King Wen drums, bamboo whips!" The sound fell, the drum bell became rapid again, and the blood mist quickly melted as if it had encountered ice and snow illuminated by the bright sun, revealing the bodies of the two.

After a while, the two of them had come to the small tomb, and the widow Wang seemed to have convulsions, her right foot kept stamping on the ground, and her head kept shaking.

Xu Laofu hugged Widow Wang from behind, her buttocks pouted, her body twisted and twisted, and she stomped on the ground in a strange rhythm with Widow Wang.

"Up!" After stomping nearly a hundred times, the blood and qi completely dissipated, and the small tomb bag returned to normal, Xu Laofu let out a loud cry from his throat, and threw out the widow of the king who was more than two hundred catties with a sharp force in his hand.

"it!" I was stunned for a moment, and the widow Wang, who was more than 200 catties, was thrown out by Xu Laofu, who was more than 100 catties, and flew straight up for nearly five meters and came to the fox.

The widow rolled her head in the air, threw her hand around her waist, and threw out her belt, which wrapped right around the fox's neck, and rolled it off the branch.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the corners of the fox's mouth grinned, as if he was smiling.

"Bang!" The next moment, the widow landed on the ground with a muffled sound, and the fox was also pinched in her hand.

"Sister, it's okay!" I pulled Zhu Eryi and dragged him to the grave. Huang Ming hesitated, but still followed.

"It's fine!" The widow took a breath, brought the fox in front of her, and pointed to the grave

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Squeak!" Two tears of blood dripped from the fox's eyes, and an unwilling cry came out from the depths of his throat, but his body slowly decayed, melted, and finally turned into a pool of blood, dripping on the grave, and finally disappeared.

"Wang!" Rhubarb screamed again and tugged at my trouser legs. I looked around, and I don't know when more than a dozen of the same graves appeared.

The style of the grave bag is the same, not big, about half a meter high, there is not a single weed around, there is a pine tree behind it, and on each pine tree, there is a fox hanging.

"Fox mound!" I slowly spit out three words, I really can't imagine, how can there be a fox mound in this place?

I counted them, and there were thirteen graves in all, which surrounded us in the middle, leaving us with no way out.

If you want to break out of the encirclement, it's very simple, go around the fox grave in front of you and continue up. In addition, there is another way, the widow of the king jumps again, or I swing the sword and push all the way over.

"I can't jump!" The widow took a breath and gave me a vaccination, and I couldn't count on her anymore.

Not only her, Xu Laofu was also bored, panting and resting on the side, he was more tired than the widow Wang, and in the last moment, he threw the widow out with his waist strength.

I estimated that even if it were me, I would be tired enough to choke on it.

"The medicine cellar is down there!" Zhu Er suddenly said a word, his nose shook like a dog, smelling it!

"Stand behind me!" I took a step forward and stopped in front of them, Zhu Er said that the medicine cellar is under this, and it can be determined that there must be an entrance to this place.

The medicine cellar in Hangjia Village was surrounded by fox mounds, and if this information was leaked, no one would be able to believe it.

What is a fox mound, to put it bluntly, it is a cemetery formed by the fox graves gathered together. Looking at the appearance of these foxes, it is obvious that they have been hanged alive, and they are deeply resentful, if a normal person walks into here, he will definitely be killed.

What I am curious about is, why did the Hang family put the medicine cellar here, and how did they get the medicine safely?

I took a deep breath, and in the current situation, if I forced it, I was not sure what would be elicitted, and if I could negotiate, it would be better to negotiate.

After looking around, I said in a deep voice

"There is a hall in the east, thirteen families under the door, there is something important to come today, can you see the heavens!" As I spoke, I took out three sticks of incense, lit them, and inserted them on the ground.

Donglai refers to my hometown Donglai County, Daotang talks about my origin, Thirteen Families talks about the people in Daotang, and the last two sentences say that we have a purpose, can we negotiate!

Under normal circumstances, whether it is a fox mound or a yellow skin grave, as long as they show a certain strength and do not have a deep hatred, they can be negotiated.

Unfortunately, this time the situation was not normal, those foxes didn't pay attention to me at all, they didn't even roll their eyes, they just kept hanging themselves.

Except for the fox, which the widow had eliminated for the time being, the other twelve, motionless and stiffly hanging from the tree, looked at us with a stiff gaze.

"Back!" Xu Laofu secretly stabbed me and muttered in a low voice. I didn't move, but swept back with the corner of my eye, and I don't know when two white lights appeared on the top of the mountain, and if I read it correctly, it was the three night watchmen who would have been seen.

"No need to talk about it, these foxes have no sanity at all, they have been controlled by people!" Widow Wang gritted her teeth, stretched out her finger and pointed to the small tomb in front of her, and said

"There are only two paths in front of us, either rush over or find the entrance to the medicine cellar!"

"Rhubarb!" I patted Rhubarb on the head, no matter what, find the entrance to the medicine cellar first, and then force myself out if I can't do anything.

"Wang!" Rhubarb barked, shook his head twice, sniffed incessantly, and a trace of confusion flashed in the dog's eyes, and it couldn't find the entrance.

"Looks like there!" At the critical moment, it was Zhu Er's nose that played a role, and he reached out and pointed forward, which was in the middle of this field.

"The last three are here!" Xu Laofu muttered in a low voice, reminding us.

"There's still time, anyway, I've found a place, and I'll talk about it tomorrow!" Widow Wang obviously didn't want to stay too long, and wanted to break out.

"Sister, listen to you!" I nodded, there is really no need to rush for a while, not to mention that the entrance to the medicine cellar is still uncertain, just today is not suitable for staying.

If you come during the day, it will be much more convenient, and there is no need to break in.

"Master!" As soon as our side made a decision, Zhu Er, a guy who had more than enough success and more than enough to lose, howled and rushed out, and the target was the suspected entrance in the middle.

"Wang!" Before we could react, Rhubarb rushed out, caught up with Zhu Er in two strokes, and threw him to the ground.

At the same time, blood gushed out from the other twelve small tombs at the same time. Cat flutter Chinese