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It was only evening when I arrived at Tengchong Airport. We carefully studied the map on the way and found that the Bee Hanging Neck Mountain is actually on the border between China and Myanmar, and it is also seventy or eighty kilometers away from Tengchong County. Yunnan is mountainous, the mountain roads go around and around, and I don't know how long it will take to reach the destination.

If you want to go to Bee Hanging Neck Mountain, you can only take a shuttle bus from Tengchong to Diantan Town, and then take a bus to Bee Hanging Neck Mountain. It's a route we've booked when we're on the plane. Fortunately, we boarded the last bus to Diantan Town, and when we bought tickets, the station also asked us to show our ID cards and border certificates, and we still found the local head snake, and spent a lot of money to buy two border cards that had already been stamped.

The bumps along the way are naturally not a problem, and we also take advantage of this time to hurry up and rest. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark, and the car was parked at the Diantan Town Bus Station.

Diantan Town is a small town, and the passenger station is nothing more than a room and a parking lot. One of us carried a backpack on our backs, like travelers. I was surrounded by villagers who spoke the local language, and it was probably rare to see outsiders, so I couldn't help but take a few more looks when I saw both of us.

I bought a few breads and a few bottles of mineral water at the commissary in front of the station. After stuffing it in his bag, he began to ask outside the station if there was a driver to go to Bee Hanging Neck Mountain. As a result, the tricycles and motorcycles solicited by the locals shook their heads when they heard where we were going. I asked in a hurry, and people blew their beards and glared, and said in half-baked Mandarin, if you want to die, you will die by yourself, don't drag us.

I said in my heart that if I can't go to Bee Hanging Neck Mountain in time, what will I do if the group of people of the Dead Sect rush out of the border? So be prepared to grit your teeth and rent a car. If you really can't, even if you pay a high price for a broken motorcycle.

But at this moment, a figure who had been squatting in the corner of the wall walked over quickly.

He opened his mouth and said, I can take you to the Bee Hanging Neck Mountain, but the price is not low, and it can only be sent to the entrance of the village, not into the village. The fare is 500 yuan for two people, and if you want, you can leave now.

Five hundred dollars is really not a problem for the two of us, as long as this man can send us to Bee Hanging Neck Mountain, even a thousand dollars is worth it. But I looked at him carefully, and I was a little hesitant in my heart, because this man had a dark face, a mouth full of yellow teeth, and a pair of upside-down eyebrows, and a full look of bad luck.

This kind of person has very bad luck, and belongs to the kind of person who takes off his pants when he loses money and loses money when he loses money, and hangs himself when he loses money in business. Even if you suddenly have an extra amount of money on hand, you will definitely get seriously ill, or hit a car or something, and you will soon toss into it. Don't doubt it, there are really not a few such people in reality, such people are poor ghosts all their lives, and they can't turn over no matter what.

If it is in Shijiazhuang, I will hide as far away as I am from such a person, because being with such a person will also be contaminated with some bad luck. Some people even hit ghosts when they are unlucky.

But now only people are willing to take us to Bee Hanging Neck Mountain, although he has a decrepit face, but after all, he has a car. So I asked Zhang Wuren about it, otherwise it would be him!

Zhang Wuren stared at the unlucky bastard, then looked at me meaningfully, and said, it's him.

The unlucky car was an old van with bad lighting, bad shock absorption, and the sound of the engine was like that of an old man with asthma. His car immediately reminded me of the Wrangler left behind by Li Rutie, and I really miss it now when I think about it.

Although the car is rotten and the people are unlucky, they finally solve the urgent need. As soon as we got into the car, the unlucky guy started the car and went straight into the mountains along the road in Diantan Town.

The unlucky guy doesn't talk much, basically we ask a question and he answers. If he doesn't ask, he won't answer. But things are important to us, and I got a lot of useful things from him.

Bee Neck Mountain is not a mountain, but a small village located on the border between China and Myanmar. The village is on a hillside, with Myanmar to the west and Tengchong to the east.

Three or four years ago, a group of drug dealers smuggled into the country from Bee Neck Mountain, only to be discovered by local residents. At that time, the anti-drug work was relatively comprehensive, so someone called the police on the spot. But when he called the police, he was heard by the drug dealers, and as a result, the ferocious drug dealers killed half of the village on the spot.

This was the anti-narcotics police who came quickly, and the drug dealers fled in panic and returned to Myanmar. But at that time, half of the village, more than 30 people, all died there.

After the drug traffickers fled to Myanmar, they never dared to come to the country, and the more than 30 villagers who were killed have not been able to seek justice. Probably because of the resentment, since then there have often been ghosts blocking the way in the bee hanging neck mountain. Later, it is said that someone was killed by the ghost and taken as a substitute for the dead, and since then, no one has dared to walk this path at night.

Over time, the people of the bee hanging neck mountain have also moved one after another, except for some lonely elderly people with limited mobility, there are not many people living in the whole village.

I said in my heart, so that's the case, no wonder the drivers in Diantan Town are reluctant to go there. Only the unlucky guy, who ate the last meal but didn't have the next meal, sent us over, Rao was so, he didn't dare to enter the village, just sent us outside the village and left.

When I asked these words, Zhang Wuren kept squinting and dozing off in the back row. I knew he was tired from dealing with the female ghost in red last night, so I didn't bother him. So there was a chat with the unlucky guy. Chatting and chatting, the broken van turned a corner, left the road, and walked onto a potholed mountain road.

I was almost bumpy and falling apart on the road, and the most unbearable thing was that I didn't know if the bad luck of the unlucky guy came, or if the van was indeed in disrepair, and it didn't take long to drive on the rugged mountain road. I jumped to my feet in a hurry, and hurriedly urged the unlucky guy to go down to repair the car, but the unlucky guy just opened the car door and went down, and he rushed back like a burning butt, his face turned pale, and said, it's over! There are ghosts out there!

In the barren mountains and mountains, there used to be drug dealers who killed people here, and it is actually a normal thing for a ghost to appear. This kind of ghost basically has little ability, at most it is to scare people.

I reached out and took out a talisman from my bosom and said, "Okay, since we dare to come here, we have been prepared for a long time." You hurry up to fix the car, we are in a hurry.

The unlucky guy took the yellow charm, and he was also a little suspicious. I also said that the ghost has no substance, and if people really want to find you as a substitute for the dead, you think your broken car can stop it. Hurry, don't waste my time.

Although the unlucky person has declined, he is not stupid. He said, why don't we go down together, in case something happens, there will be a response. I nodded in agreement, and there was nothing wrong with me in the car anyway, so I could go down and help him out.

So I stuck the Demon Thorn in my waist, turned around and got out of the car. After getting out of the car, I also used the dementor flashlight to sweep around, and vaguely saw a few ghosts fleeing quickly, but I didn't care, I was so frightened by the dementor flashlight, it is estimated that none of the ghosts dared to approach.

Maybe I was calmer, and the unlucky guy became very bold, he quickly opened the front cover of the car, checked it, and found that the water in the water tank was all boiling, and if he drove it again, the engine would have to burn out.

This kind of old-fashioned van has long been on the verge of being scrapped, and it is quite normal for this problem to occur. So I took out the mineral water from my bag and poured it into the water tank to cool down the machine, and poured two bottles in a row, and the temperature finally dropped.

When I poured the water, the unlucky guy kept looking at me, and his face was very strange. I turned around and said, "What are you seeing?" Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy?

The unlucky man shook his head and said, big brother, why do you have two heads? As soon as he said this, I felt a cool thing suddenly appear on my neck. I squinted and just glanced at it, and said, "Oh!"

I was startled, and hurriedly stabbed it with the Demon Thorn, only to find that the thunder pattern on the Demon Thorn had become dull, basically no different from an ordinary stick!

Only then did I remember that last night, Zhang Wuren rubbed each other with the Lost Iron Rod and the Demon Thorn, releasing the heavenly thunder contained in it. This time it is really nerve-wracking, without ten days and half a month of cultivation, the Demon Thorn is basically useless.

And that little ghost also seemed to sense that I was a bully, and his body scurried into my body, and I stiffened on the spot, and the whole person couldn't move.