The cold made me shiver a little, and I couldn't help but slow down. I saw the other people walking in front of me in a natural way, and I couldn't help but wonder in my heart. I can't feel the cold?

I endured the faint chill and followed behind the old village chief. But when I came to that gloomy ravine. I felt as if the air around me was getting thicker, I felt like I was falling into a pot of porridge, and I breathed like I was drinking porridge through my nose. My breathing became more and more tired, and then I felt the cold around me become even colder, and the cold air was like a sharp knife piercing my body.

The old village chief saw my abnormality, reached out and patted me lightly on the shoulder: "What's the matter, young man!

"Old village chief, don't you feel anything unusual?"

"Young man, did you think too much about things last night and got angry, come and take a throat lozenge in your mouth and you'll be fine. ”

I took the yellowish tablet into my mouth, and a cool sensation immediately spread throughout my body, and everything around me returned to normal. The young men deliberately walked in front all the way, whispering something together, and sometimes laughing mysteriously.

When they came to the old willow tree, the six people looked at the hole at the bottom of the old willow tree casually, and everyone had a slight smile on their faces. It's no wonder that the things in the tree cavity are always used by them.

The old village chief looked at the six people, snorted softly in his nostrils, and walked to the hollow of the willow tree. When he saw the talisman paper that had been pasted on the old willow tree yesterday, his face changed slightly. Then he made a strange knot at one end of the well rope, and then said to the six men standing aside:

"Come on the six of you, hold the rope and remember, no matter what happens here, don't let go, pull out the things in the hollow of the tree. ”

"Old village chief, isn't there a female corpse in the tree hole, and do you still use the six of us to pull it?"

"Tell you to pull, pull it. ”

After speaking, the old village chief muttered a few words to the tree hole, and then threw a section of the well rope into the tree hole with a strange knot. As soon as the knot was thrown into the tree hole, it was as if someone was pulling inside, and the well rope outside the tree hole slid vigorously into the tree hole. When the six young people saw the well rope talking to the tree hole, they quickly instinctively pulled the well rope in their hands, and each of them showed extremely complicated cousins on their faces.

Could it be that the female corpse in the tree hole has been resurrected!

"Pull the well rope out. When the old village chief saw that the well rope had stopped slipping into the tree hole, he hurriedly threw six people and said.

The six of them listened to the old village chief's words, and this time they no longer flicked their tongues, and pulled back together. Under the pull of the six people, the well rope seemed to be fixed in the hollow of the tree, and it did not move. The six people looked at each other with their feet crossed, their faces full of doubt, and each of them began to have a frightened expression on their faces. Just when the six of them hesitated, the well rope was suddenly pulled into the tree hole by a force.

"Holy!"

This sudden pull dragged the six people forward a big step, and the well rope in the hands of the six people was actually pulled to the ground. The well rope that fell to the ground, like a long snake, whirred into the hole in the tree.

"Catch it, catch it!" shouted the old village chief anxiously as he stood there.

At this time, I saw that there was only a small section of the long well rope on the ground outside the tree hole. I didn't think much about it when I saw this, a hungry wolf pounced and grabbed one end of the well rope, and the huge pull of the well rope directly pulled my whole body to slide on the ground.

"Hold him off!" the old village chief shouted beside him.

Seeing this, the six young men rushed towards me one after another, and firmly pressed me to the ground, and at the same time someone reached out and grabbed the well rope, and the well rope was caught, and I was crushed enough. Finally the seven of us pulled the well rope out of the hole in the tree.

The moment the well rope was pulled out of the tree hole, we all looked curiously at one end of the well rope to see if it was a corpse or a beautiful woman. But there was neither a female corpse nor a beautiful woman at the end of the well rope, and I saw that the strange knot had been opened, and one end of the well rope was stained with some white viscous liquid, exuding a strong smell of fish.

"Damn, why is there no body in the tree hole, where has the little nun gone?" said a man who walked up to the tree hole, looked at the tree hole.

"Yes!" said the five men, all of whom walked over to the hollow of the tree, looking towards it.

Seeing the six people looking at the tree hole, I also walked forward curiously, and when I just took two steps, I was pulled back by the old village chief. He gestured to me not to look at the hollow. The six of them stood in front of the tree hole and discussed, and then the old village chief led us down the mountain.

The strange thing is that when they walked back, I don't know what happened, the six young people didn't talk and laugh when they came, but walked straight forward. Just as they were approaching a wide part of the ravine, one of them was heard saying:

"It's foggy!"

"It's foggy in broad daylight, weird!"

"Damn! It's so thick that I can't see the road in front of me. ”

After listening to their words, I looked around strangely, there was not a trace of fog, what was wrong with them? Then the old village chief grabbed me, and he immediately put his finger to his mouth and made a gesture to tell me not to speak. Then he pointed forward slightly.

That's when I realized that the six people had started to circle in front of us.

"Old village chief!"

"Shhhhhhh

The old village chief pulled me forward a few steps, and I saw the six people walking straight in front of me as if they didn't see me. The old village chief pointed to their eyes again. I could see the eyes of a man walking up to me, and there seemed to be a small white mist in each of them. No wonder they all said there was fog ahead! It turned out that their eyes were covered by fog.

This is what people call a ghost hitting a wall! This time it's a fog wall.

I was about to stop them, but the old village chief pulled me back, and then pulled me to the side of the ravine, and let me out in the middle. Just as we stood aside, we saw that the six of them actually began to walk back, and their expressions began to become demented.

"Where are they going?" I looked at the six of them suspiciously, and asked the old village chief softly.

"Well, if the six of them go, the village might be quieter. Let's go!" said the old village chief softly.

"Old village chief, I don't understand what you're saying?" I said, looking at the six people passing in front of me.

"This is what she wants to leave these six people in the mountains, let's go!" the old village chief looked at the six people, pulled me and said.

"Old village chief, are you saying that the six of them won't be able to go down the mountain today?" I said as I stopped and looked at the old village chief.

"Not today, it's forever, it's all their own doing. The old village chief said.

I will never be able to go down the mountain, or I will die on this mountain! These are six living lives! Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a wave of heat rise in my heart.

"Old village chief, I want to save them!"

"You've got it! It's something that might put yourself in. The old village chief seemed to know that I was going to say this, and he did not seem surprised at all, but his face became heavy.

"Think about it, old village chief, I decided to save them!" Then I regretted what I had just said, but I regretted that I couldn't let it go, so I could only admit it recklessly.

In fact, I scolded myself in my heart, not to mention the six of them, it's sixty of them who care about my.

At another time, his stubbornness and face will make him never return. Who wouldn't!

Saving face! Others give face to save face, but if you want face yourself, you may want poison.

"Okay, since you've decided, I won't stop you, you can take this!" said the old village chief, handing over a small yellow cloth bag.