"Garbage! a bunch of garbage!"

In the family courtyard of the city government, Mayor Li, who had just hung up the phone, slammed the teacup on the table to the ground.

The nanny hurriedly and carefully cleaned up, Mayor Li was in a bad mood these days, and she naturally knew the reason, so she became more and more cautious when she worked.

"Did the operation fail? Did the shadows intervene?" The lady next to her, although she was in her fifties, was well maintained and looked to be in her early forties.

She had just experienced the pain of losing her child, but instead of crying like other women, she remained rational.

"Hmph! It would be nice if the shadow really did it, I was afraid of wolves and tigers, I really don't understand, what are they doing to eat!" Mayor Li was indignant.

"I must not let my only son die in vain, wait for me to go to Guangshi, I don't believe that I can't destroy a great martial artist!"

Mayor Li just frowned and did not refuse.

He naturally knew that the energy of his wife's family, as the top family in Guangshi, let alone a great martial artist, even if it was a martial artist, as long as he was willing, he could destroy him.

......

Chu Wuya has been very fulfilled these days, in addition to reading books and pushing practice questions, and activating his divine sense, he is meditating and cultivating.

The only regret is that Tuoba Tian's side actually did not move, and even tried to extort money from him, but he couldn't find anyone else.

Maybe he was too ruthless and scared the enemy stupid!

Ordinary people may not know, but the people of the four major families must know that they killed Li Gongzi.

But that's fine, at least you can cultivate with peace of mind.

Before I knew it, a month had passed, and the cultivation of the divine consciousness had finally made progress.

If before, his divine sense could only spread to the surrounding 300 meters, then now the wind and grass within a radius of 500 meters can't hide his senses.

The progress of the divine consciousness can speed up the progress of cultivation.

In other cultivations, only after condensing the human soul can the divine consciousness be derived.

Chu Wuya can be regarded as an alternative, which is one of the reasons why his progress is much faster than ordinary people.

Not only because of the spiritual experience and the ointment, but also because of the existence of divine consciousness.

"Wu Zhu is going home for a few days, let me tell you. Lu Xiaoliang knocked on the door and said.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know, he didn't say anything when I asked him, but it doesn't look like he's in a very good state!"

Chu Wuya frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Transfer 1 million to him!"

"Okay!"

For Wu Zhu, Chu Wuya is still very relieved, although he is only a middle-level martial artist's cultivation at present, but it is not a problem to be a tough low-level martial artist.

Maybe it was just that there was something urgent at home, Chu Wuya didn't think much about it.

......

Behind Zhulian Village is a barren mountain called Sorrowful Mountain.

Although it is a mountain, it is actually a mass grave, and in several surrounding villages, whoever has a child who has died in infancy will be wrapped in a straw mat quilt and buried here hastily.

In the middle of the night, you can occasionally hear whispering, and if it's foggy, you can even see a lot of people.

Hence the name of the Sorrowful Mountain.

However, some experts came over later, saying that it was because of the special geographical location of this place, and the natural scene formed in foggy or windy weather, and advised everyone not to believe in feudal superstition.

If the villagers think about it carefully, this is also the case.

Although it is very cold here, except for the windy and foggy days, there really is no difference at other times.

Besides, after so many years, I have never heard of anyone who has had an accident here.

Gradually, everyone will no longer be at ease about this matter.

Because of this, the Sorrowful Mountain seems more and more desolate!

However, there are also very old generations who still have nostalgia for this place.

It is said that during the Anti-Japanese War, there was a tragic and abnormal battle here, and the elite of a squadron of devils was wiped out here, and our army also died heroically.

It was still a long time later that villagers from the nearby villages came over and buried them hastily.

Although experts came to investigate more than once and finally determined that the matter was false, there are still people who firmly believe that the soul of the hero is buried there.

Wu Zhu is naturally very familiar with Beiming Mountain, and when he was a child, he often played here with his bare buttocks, and occasionally met with his friends in the next village to fight here.

But lately, it's been haunted!

Wu Biao, a pig killer in the village, crashed into a ghost and died!

According to the villagers, Wu Biao went to sell meat three days ago, and the market was not very good.

Sold until the evening, there was still a piece of meat that was not sold. So, he poked a hole in the meat, threaded a rope, and hung the meat on a hook to carry it home.

It didn't take long for it to get dark.

So he wanted to take a shortcut and pass through the Sorrowful Mountain, he was also bold, and the pig-killing knife also had the effect of warding off evil spirits.

But suddenly, a dog rushed out and barked at him.

Wu Biao was worried that the dog would pounce on him and grab the meat to eat, so he desperately scolded the dog. The dog still didn't leave, so he picked up a rock and hit the dog, and the dog was hit and 'whined' and left.

Wu Biao put his mind at ease, and was only halfway through, when he suddenly heard a 'snap' behind him, and when he looked back, the meat fell to the ground.

I thought the rope was broken, but when I picked it up, I saw that the rope was not broken, and the hole through the flesh was not broken, but ......

The meat was bitten off a few bites!

There was no one around, and the yellow dog didn't come near him at all, but the meat was indeed bitten off, and the tooth marks remained!

And at this time, the fog is thick!

The sound of chewing is intermittent.

No matter how bold he was, Wu Biao felt scared, so he quickened his pace, but the fog was too big, and he could only bump around like a headless fly.

Finally, he heard a baby crying.

"It's so late, whose child will still be here?" Although he muttered in his heart, Wu Biao still couldn't hold back his curiosity, and when he stepped forward, he saw a six or seven-year-old child, wearing a belly pocket, with a handful of tears and snot.

Wu Biao couldn't help but laugh, what age is this, and there are such big children wearing belly pockets.

But no matter what he said, the child didn't care, and kept pointing ahead and crying.

Wu Biao looked over and saw a black shadow in the distance, shouted a few words but no one answered, so he dared to approach.

It is a tall man wearing a yellow tweed coat and a hat with a fart curtain.

"Hey, why did you leave your child here?" ......Wu Biao didn't think much about it, and asked.

Wu Biao's shouting stopped abruptly!

The man turned his head, and under his hat was a skeleton with a faint red glow in his eyes.

Fear pervades the body!

Wu Biao staggered back, and when he passed by the child, he also saw a scene that he would never forget.

Where is this still a child!

His body was covered with dense black cracks, and his bare head, as if it had been stitched together with black threads, was oozing blood.

A pair of eyes are as black as ink......

When Wu Biao woke up again, he found himself lying at home, but he was covered in iron and blue, and he was swinging vigorously.

Three days later, he died, and before he died, he shouted a word,

"Ghost!"