The Underworld Wanders in the Wind and Snow in the Fourth Volume of the Shadow of the Ghost Chapter 42 of the Shadow of the Shadow of the Underworld The Old Lady Wu was still trembling, "Oh? Don't you know your identity yet? That may be that you have not yet been officially sealed, but your soul has already taken shape. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere are two ghosts following you, don't you know?"

I feel uncomfortable being called 'you, you' by someone of such age and respect, "Grandma, don't call me that, I really can't stand it now, although I do have some weird experiences, you don't need to call me that." I really have a lot to ask you, so how do you think I can be officially sealed?"

Wu: "This is a heavenly opportunity, I don't dare to talk nonsense, when the time comes, it will come naturally." ”

Me: "And what do you mean by the two ghosts following me?"

Wu: "Since you don't know about their existence, you don't need to think about them, they seem to follow you when they see your soul form, and they want to be sealed so that they can go to the underworld to be reincarnated." In the future, more and more ghosts will follow you, and they may protect you, but if they suspect that you are not a ghost, it may not be good for you. ”

I remembered that those two ghosts might have followed me when they were fighting with Zhang Songlin. I asked Grandma Wu again, "Do you know about the water ghost, what is it, and why do I think it's just an animal?"

Wu: "That's the undead who fell into the water and gathered with the aura of the Yellow River, and its head is like a bowl, and if there is water in the bowl, it will be infinitely powerful, and if the bowl is dry, it will soon die." If a child falls into the water and dies, he will want to play with the child. If a child is taken to the bottom of the water, the child will die. ”

Me: "So how do you find this guy?"

Wu: "I can't find it, unless I think of it on its own, but some people have caught it by fishing, and it doesn't seem to be as powerful as the legend says." But what are you looking for it for?"

Me: "Maybe it's because of what you said about my soul form, I really encounter very few supernatural things, although I've been looking for them. I have a reason why I want to find these supernatural things, and since I have encountered this water ghost, I must find it to see if it has anything to do with me. ”

Wu: "There's a solution that I came up with on my own, and I don't know if it works. If you can stuff a piece of river mud in the bowl above its head, it will be half-dead, and only then can you control it,"

I stayed in the village, and I had to get a boat to get the car, and during this time, I thought about how to lure the water ghost out, and I checked it on the Internet. It doesn't matter if you check this, it turns out that this guy is still the original form of the Monkey King in "Journey to the West"! There is really nothing I can do, I recorded a recording of these children playing around, made an audio that plays back and forth, got a player, and prepared some applications. Ropes, fishing nets and food belts are mainly carried on board. Put everything in a waterproof bag and tie it to the boat, prepare a lifebuoy and a life jacket, and prepare a pair of handcuffs, ready to cuff that Wukong, let's call it Wukong!

I prepared two barrels of gasoline to take on the ship, and set off on the fourth day. It took more than an hour to learn to steer the dinghy while hurrying, chopping through the waves and speeding upstream. That Wukong was frightened here, and it is estimated that he will have to flee farther, and he will have to have dozens of miles of waterway. After walking in the dinghy for more than an hour, I anchored on the shore, turned on the recording of the children playing in the boat, and lay down in the boat while resting and waiting. In this way, I slept by the river until it was dark, and the next day I went upriver and saw that I was about to reach Sanmenxia, and I stayed by the river for another day. On the third day, I went ashore and asked the villagers, who said that someone had seen it upstream. I said that I had just startled it at the bottom of the small wave a few days ago, so how could it be upstream? How did this thing pass through the Sanmenxia Dam?

Villagers say there may be more than one, or maybe it has some way to get through the dam. Since I was shocked downstream, I must have gone upstream. The villagers believe in water ghosts, and they have noses and eyes. So I hired villagers and found a car to transport my dinghy upstream to the Sanmenxia Reservoir, where I was launched from a sparsely populated area on the north shore. There was no hope in a crowded place, so I went up the river to find a sparsely populated place to stop and wait, so I stopped for another day and went upstream to find it. However, here in the Yellow River, there are already rapids, rapids, whirlpools, reefs, and dangers. I managed to find another place on the water that was quieter and stopped again, turned on the player and waited hopelessly.

Eventually, I was about to vomit when I listened to that recording, so I turned it off violently and lay on the boat to enjoy the afternoon sunshine quietly. Ropes hung on the shore, and boats swayed and fluttered in the water. Suddenly, I felt that the swing was unexpectedly large, and in a moment it turned upwards and I was detained in the icy waters of the Yellow River. I was extremely surprised, panicked, a gloomy shadow in the yellow whirring river flickered, and suddenly it became clear, and when it was clear, it was only half a meter away from me, and its claws grabbed at my face fiercely. I twisted my face and smacked my head with a claw, and as I twisted, a very ugly earthy black face was facing my face. I threw my feet back and kicked at the face, but it grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me all the way to the bottom, where I couldn't fight it. No, something big is going to happen if it goes on like this, I gave up the struggle, fumbled and drew my sword, and slashed at its arm. It felt like a cut on the wood, barely a deep cut, but my arm shook a little and let go of my foot. I looked around, and the shadow disappeared, and I was about to hurry to the surface of the water to breathe, but the shadow suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and fiercely hugged my head and face like an octopus, and twisted it violently. I whirled with its writhing, and if I hadn't been out of the soul, I would have been dizzy, but now I didn't lose consciousness so easily, and the sword plunged under its side. There was a violent tremor, and it opened its mouth wide and kicked me hard to escape, but mine didn't let go of the hilt of my sword, and it couldn't slip out of my blade, but it still couldn't kill it. It was painful, but it was so nimble, it didn't change in the slightest, and it writhed violently, and I still couldn't control it.

But at this time, I saw its appearance clearly, with a big head, like an ice gaga that I played with when I was a child in the Northeast, but the neck was very thin. As I followed its struggles, I grabbed a handful of mud from the bottom of the river and saw an opportunity to slip it into the bowl above his head. Although it was still struggling, it was noticeably slower, and I quickly dragged him to the surface to change my breath. Then he dragged it to the shore and picked out a piece of hard yellow mud and stuffed it into its head, and now it wilted completely, and lay on the ground and convulsed.

I handcuffed its feet and neck, pulled the knife from it, and the wound healed quickly. But it's still half-dead, it's clearly the water ghost, I'll call him Wukong for the time being.

Seeing that it was no longer struggling, I lay on the shore and gasped for a while, and basked in the sun for a while, feeling that I had not been drowned. After resting enough, I took out some yellow mud from Wukong's head, got some water and poured it in, and this guy really came back to life. Squeaked and tried in horror to break free from the handcuffs around my ankle, but I was already chained to the other end of my own left wrist. It seems that as long as he still has some yellow mud in his head, it is not so strong and flexible, but he is afraid that if he gets into the water, the yellow mud will be washed away by the river, and it will be miserable, and he must not be allowed to return to the river. I also have a purpose in locking its feet and neck, and if he is not honest, I can blow the water out of his head in just one round.

I was thinking about what to do with this guy, and it seemed that it couldn't speak, it couldn't communicate, so I had to talk to myself. "Wukong, do you say you're a ghost or a monkey? If you admit that you're a monkey, I'll let you go, and if you're a ghost, you'll have to help me find that or something······ Alas, I don't even know what I'm looking for, it's hard for you. Take me to your parents!"

Its eyes were purring, and it jumped into the river as soon as it saw the cold, and I had been prepared for it, and with a sharp pull, it fell heavily on the ground on the shore. "Whoa, whoa, whoop off your head!"

He was honest, and seemed to understand very well the effect of the chains on his feet, and curled up pitifully on the ground, like a little wandering beggar of eight or nine years old, which made me really feel some compassion. But I don't dare to think about it when I think of it going to the shore and pulling other people's children into the water, and how viciously it wants my life, and how flexible, strong, and fierce it is in the water. But what should I do? How long will I hold it like this? And I don't want to kill it, and I won't let it go, and even if I do, will it let me go now? The boat was still upside down on the sand by the river, and it was very deep, but there was a rope tied to the shore, and it rushed to the shore. I've fished out some of my equipment in the past, but it seems that it is difficult for me to turn the boat over by myself. I took the food out and ate it, and threw it to Goku to see if he could eat it. It is full of melancholy and sadness and does not eat. I don't know if he has no appetite or can't eat at all, and I completely lost the way to communicate with him. After another break, I tried to turn the boat over and drain the water so that I could take Wukong back to Grandma Wu. But I was just moving around the water, and Wukong found an opportunity to run into the Yellow River. I was dragged into the river by it, and although the yellow mud was still in my head, the speed of the dive was really not slow, and I dragged it like paddling on the Yellow River. Still holding the opened food bag in his hand, he can a bag of water, and simply tie the bag to the iron chain to add some resistance to Wukong.

It was under the water, and I just slid up the Yellow River on the surface of the water, and I wanted to see where it was going to escape! Seeing that it was traveling in the water at a normal bicycle speed for more than an hour, the direction of the Yellow River was turning, but Wukong went up to the south bank of the river, and it seemed that it wanted to take me south. I was more relieved, but I noticed that there wasn't much yellow mud left in its head, but the chains on its feet still didn't break free. It didn't look tired at all, and dragged me up to the shore, and I stumbled after it. The strangest thing is that the ravines on this Loess Plateau are full of villages, but this Wukong can always find a place where no one is, even if he crosses the road and the edge of the village, there is always a way not to be discovered. I walked more than a dozen kilometers and entered a mountain forest. I put the chain around a small tree and told him to stop and rest for a while. Goku has walked so far and still shows no signs of exhaustion. I suppose I could tame this guy as a companion, and I would be able to do a lot of things that I couldn't do! But now I don't know where it wants to take me, is there anyone who wants to show me something, or is there someone to help him solve me? I'm going to see!

I followed him to a hillside, at least five kilometers away, not to mention people and villages, and not even a sheep's intestine trail. However, there is such a hillside, and the rest of the place is overgrown with bushes and grasses, only these ten square meters of hillside do not have even a single grass, which is a very strange place. The loess on the ground received the afternoon sun, and it was warm, although it was a shady slope to the east, but it was still so warm. The loess is coaxed by the heat of the sun, and it is very comfortable to lie on it, as if it can relieve fatigue. But I felt like I was drying my coat, and I couldn't feel it myself. Wukong didn't mean to rest at all, just in the middle of the clearing, digging up the earth with his hands like a mouse was moving. I've seen it in the animal world, like a rodent, or a pangolin, and it's unimaginably fast. It has water in its head, it looks like it's powerful and never tired, and I let it do whatever it wants.

I couldn't see it for a while, so I turned over to take a look, and in the blink of an eye, its hole was three or four meters deep. The efficiency of the animal is really not comparable to that of man, and I can't help but admire, what is it going to do? At this time, it was still digging in the hole, and suddenly it fell from the top of the hole with a snort and a mess of things. It didn't really look like it from the outside, but it separated itself from me outside the cave, and although there were still chains, it was already crushed under the pile of things. Wukong continued to dig in, and I slowly climbed into the cave to take a look, and I was really scared. It was a corpse, very badly decomposed, but it didn't seem to be really decomposed, because it could be seen that this corpse was not a modern corpse, and the clothes on the body could be seen to be at least the clothes before the Ming Dynasty, although it was tattered, but it was not modern clothes at all nor the horse coat of the Qing Dynasty. A corpse more than 400 years ago was buried in the soil without any protection, not even a reed mat, and even the body, tissues, muscles, and even faces could still be seen to this day! What kind of protection was there? When I looked closely, I saw that there was a plant growing on the belly of the corpse, all of which were gray-brown and had no photosynthesis. I can't see what the plant looks like, but I can tell that it's the legendary Obulu! This is a legendary plant that I stumbled up on the Internet.

This plant is highly poisonous, to what extent? This thing was generally produced in the Western Regions in history, and it was mainly used by the Uighurs at that time. It can only grow from the corpse, using the corpse as the root system and absorbing the nutrients of the corpse, once it grows into a form, no living creature can approach it and the corpse it grows in, and the poison will make the nearby air and soil unable to grow grass and trees, so there is no grass and trees within a dozen square meters of the place where there is no reed, and there will be no ants crawling. When picking, it is mostly after confirming the position of the growth of the reed, digging four soil ditches around it, the depth of the ditch is subject to the large water tank that can accommodate the countryside, starting from the bottom of the ditch with grave bricks to pile up into the shape of a brick kiln, even the top is completely closed, before the closure is closed in a few vicious dogs, and then completely blocked with grave bricks to form a secret room. The vicious dogs in the brick room are unable to breathe, and after a roar, they instinctively dig in the mud with their paws to dig a trench. Once the plant is removed, the vicious dog is infected with poison gas and dies instantly. There is also a way to use the leather strip to put the dog's legs and the corpse of the poisonous root together, people hide in the distance of the upwind outlet to set off firecrackers, the dog will be uprooted when frightened and flee, although this method saves time and effort, but it is not safe, often will make the excavator poisoned and died, so it is not as widespread as the first method.

After the Hui people unearthed the "Rub Bulu", it would not be long before the loss of the nature of the soil would make it completely toxic. At this time, people went to the dog corpse that died of poisoning, together with the "Zobu Lu" and buried it back in the pit, and a year later it was dug up, and the dog corpse and the root of the "Zobu Lu" grew into one, although the dog's corpse was rotten and stinky. It can still squirm in a place where there is no sunlight, and it can be cut open and dried in the sun, and it can be sold as a very valuable medicine. A little grinding wine can paralyze a person's body, as if he were in a half-dead state. Even if he cut off his hands and feet with a knife and axe, he would not feel anything, and in a few days he would be poured an antidote. It is said that in ancient times, Hua Tuo could dissect and break the abdomen to treat diseases, and this anesthetic was used, and there were records of use in the imperial hospital of the Song Dynasty. Most of these are found online, and the authenticity of them may not be credible, but I'd rather be careful. It seems that this Wukong is afraid that he wants to use this thing to get rid of me, but if I pull it out directly with the chain now, then he will definitely run into that damn Shobulu, and I am afraid that he will not be able to escape death, I can't bear it. What should I do? It still keeps digging, it seems that there must be a place for him to live, is it living in such a place? I am not only curious, but also with the hope of finding something, I decide to take the risk of going in with it! I wrapped my wet clothes around my mouth and nose, took out my treasure knife, dug up the surrounding dirt and buried it on the Oburu and the corpse, until it was buried so thick that I would not touch the ghost grass when I stepped on it, and then slowly pulled out the chain and followed Wukong down to a deeper place. The tunnel dug by Wukong was tortuous, and in some places the side walls and up and down exposed more parts of the corpse's limbs, I don't know how many kinds of corpses were piled up and buried here, I didn't dare to take a deep breath, so I just followed Wukong and squatted inside. This journey lasted for almost an hour, and according to the speed at which Goku made the hole, it should be thirty or forty meters deep, and the soil behind him had blocked the hole in some places, but Goku still showed no signs of stopping. Suddenly, as if he had opened up to a certain space, Wukong threw himself over, and the chain straightened with a clatter as if he had fallen into a deep well. I was worried that the water in Goku's head would spill out, so I quickly sent a chain and followed him in.

Inside is a small space like a long corridor, is it a tomb? I took out a small flashlight in my pocket and turned it on, the vaulted corridor is five or six meters wide, it seems to be more than thirty meters long, but it is difficult to walk. Because the corridors are full of rotting corpses, if the corpses outside are mass graves, then this is hell. These corpses are all broken by external force, broken to the point that there is no complete bone in the body, and the bones that grow up have to be broken to a length of less than ten centimeters, and it can be seen that they were all made when they were alive, and the tragedy can be imagined. I could tell that the situation was because the corpses were struggling violently while they were being bound, and I believed they were telling me, because as I walked forward, I felt a buzzing sound that grew stronger and stronger, so strong that my soul trembled! I could hear that the hum was mostly a grievance, a violent rush of grievance, bitterness, anger, helplessness, and endless suffering, and it filled my mind. I think that's the kind of information infection these ghosts give me, maybe it's an ultrasound way, I can't say for sure. I clearly felt the wind coming, and it seemed that there were many ghosts guarding here, and there was a legend that those who died in such a painful way would be freed alive, and the ghosts would not be able to fly away, and would linger permanently near the corpse, not knowing that they were dead, waiting for the pain to end. In this way, the yin energy of the ghost is condensed, and this yin energy can dissipate people's righteous qi and make people die, but it can't hurt me, maybe because I am a ghost myself, or maybe because my soul is sealed. I don't know if any of the corpses at my feet came in and didn't get out, because I saw two holes on the top of my head that had only been worn out for a long time and had no sign of being backfilled. The light of the flashlight was very weak, and it was impossible to examine the corpses one by one, which was very numb.