Rubbing his temples, Wang Zun glanced at the time, seven o'clock in the evening, it was still early, he was not in a hurry, first he made a little food casually, and then slowly collected things, and when he went out, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Wang Zun called bus No. 444 and rushed to Heiling Mountain.

Heiling Mountain is located on the outskirts of the city, in the middle of the mountains, and if you pass from here, the time should have just passed.

0:40 p.m.!

Wang Zun turned around, and finally came to the front of Heiling Mountain before one o'clock in the morning.

Heiling Mountain is very tall, there are almost no trees on it, and there are not even a few weeds.

The whole mountain is completely bare, with grave bags and rows of urns protruding from it!

Wang Zun's light shone through, and in a corner of Heiling Mountain, he saw a row of clay pots.

Some of these crockpots are still sticky with yellow clay, some look old, some are new, and some have a hole in them, and a yellow-white bone sticks out of them.

It's a little scary, with rows of crockpots filled with the last thing someone left in the world.

There are grave bags everywhere, crockpots everywhere.

The post on the supernatural forum is right, one step at a time, one foot at a time, a crockpot, there are so many of these things here that are creepy.

However, there seems to be someone in charge here, and Heiling Mountain is divided into several criss-crossing roads, and the crockpots that are getting rid of are very neat and regular, not like they are placed randomly.

If there is someone, it will be easy to do, and the designation is to get some useful information from the mouth of the other person.

Wang Zun shone the lights around, and at the foot of Heiling Mountain, there was a wooden house.

Clothes swaying in the wind hung under the eaves of the wooden house, and a kitchen was built outside the house, with complete kitchen utensils and leftover noodles in a pot.

Wang Zun sniffed, and the noodles emitted a rancid smell that made him feel sick.

This noodle looks like it was cooked not long ago, and after only a short time, it has given off a rancid taste.

Wrong!

Wang Zun's eyes widened, is it possible that the owner of this house is eating noodles with a rancid taste?

Actually, the people who dare to stay here have more or less a problem, it's that kind of mental problem, and normal people don't stay in this place.

It's eerie and uncomfortable to look at.

Wang Zun now had a feeling that there might be a pair of invisible eyes staring at him in those clay pots and those grave bags.

Gently push the door open, the door is unlocked, and there is no one inside.

The wooden house was not big at all, just a bed, and some messy miscellaneous items, which had been piled up all over the house.

The wooden bed was also a mess, with half of the bed's clothes and bedding piled up, and you could see that there was a person sleeping on the other half of the bed.

Wang Zun didn't plan to enter the house, and the smell inside was not good.

He looked at the time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, Wang Zun sat down outside the wooden house, he was waiting, if the other party did not come back after the mission began, then he would go up the mountain by himself.

He still wants to wait, as an old rookie, he understands very well that being able to get clues from other people's mouths is more effective and faster than looking for them in confusion!

Wang Zun has always had several principles, one is to be able to move his mouth and never do it, the second is to take the initiative is more useful than to be passive, and the third is to spend the least amount of energy to play, never spend more, even if you wait!

The system's reminder sounded, and the mission began, and now it is considered to be on the Black Spirit Mountain, and the mission is not a failure.

As the mission began, there was a gust of wind blowing around at some point, and the temperature plummeted.

In the night wind, there were faint screams and miserable cries......

Shining towards the Black Spirit Mountain, the place where the light went, became more yin and evil, more weird.

The old and new crockpots became more and more terrifying, and the grave bags that popped up seemed to crack at any moment, and something would crawl out of them.

Wang Zun can be regarded as well-informed, but in this scene, he still can't help but feel a little dry.

Suddenly!

Where the light shone, there seemed to be something flashing by, and the speed was so fast that Wang Zun couldn't see what it was.

He didn't catch up, and he wasn't a fool, and of course he knew what it was.

However, he was not afraid, just a little nervous.

Of course, this is not the nervousness of fear, it is just pure nervousness.

Kiss!

A sound sounded, and a cyan ghost fire suddenly burned.

The ghost fire is dark green, two meters above the ground, and the night wind is very strong, but it can't extinguish it.

The faint green firelight illuminates the surrounding area of more than a meter, which looks particularly weird.

In fact, the ghost fire has a scientific basis, and it is not as complicated as imagined.

The dark green ghost fire lasted for a minute, and then gradually extinguished, and then another ghost fire ignited in another place.

After this one is extinguished, another one is set on fire in another area!

These ghost fires are like lightbulbs that are energized, burning one after another, very regularly, from beginning to end, one extinguishing and one burning, and there have never been two together.

Wang Zun watched these ghost fires burn all the way up from the foot of the mountain, really like a row of small light bulbs.

Suddenly!

The next ghost fire lit up, and the faint green light from the burning light reflected on the surrounding area of more than a meter.

Above that grave, there stood a figure!

The figure was dressed in disheveled clothes, gray skin, with his head bowed and his hands down, standing motionless on the grave.

Wang Zun was also shocked when he looked at it coldly, but this ghost thing was just an ordinary ghost, but it looked a little scary.

Wang Zun is also well-informed, and after coming back to his senses, the wind is light and cloudy, and there is no wave at all.

The ghost fire stretched from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, a little far away, and Wang Zun couldn't see anything on the top of the mountain.

About another ten minutes passed!

Wang Zun didn't wait for the owner of the wooden house, maybe they just stayed here during the day and went home at night.

No longer waiting, Wang Zun just wanted to go to Heiling Mountain, but at this time, a beam of light suddenly lit up in the mountains and fields in the distance, and he walked slowly to this side.

Wang Zun's eyes lit up, and his steps immediately stopped, at this time, this place, ordinary people will not come, no need to guess, the person who came should be the owner of the wooden house.

The other party seemed to be carrying something, but Wang Zun only vaguely saw that it was a person carrying the burden.

About three minutes later, the man appeared twenty meters away, Wang Zun shook his head, and the lights flashed.

The man paused visibly, he probably didn't expect someone to be here at this time.

He didn't hesitate for long and walked over with his burden.

After getting closer, Wang Zun finally saw what he looked like.

Dressed in dirty clothes, with white hair and a thin build, he looked about his early sixties, with a sparse beard on his face and a cigarette in his mouth.

On his shoulders was a hoe, which served as a bearer, and carried four crockpots.

The four clay pots seemed to have just been dug out of the soil not long ago, and there was still a lot of yellow mud stuck to them.

"Hello uncle, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Wang Zun smiled and stretched out his hand to help the uncle take off the burden.

"Don't touch it!"

The uncle's face was very tight, and he took a step back, very serious.

Then, he slowly came to the foot of the mountain, put down the burden on his shoulders, and then breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the towel around his neck and wiped his sweat.

"What are you doing here?" The uncle glanced at Wang Zun, opened the wooden house, and walked out with an oil lamp.

He walked into the kitchen, opened the water tank, scooped a handful of water and drank it, the gurgling sound reminded Wang Zun of the ghost who loved to drink water he met in Fengcheng Hospital last time.

"I'm a horror game designer, and I've heard that it's weird here, so I'm here for inspiration, and I didn't bother your old man, right?"

The old man did not have the strange temper that Wang Zun imagined, but grinned, showed his black and yellow teeth, and opened his mouth unhurriedly.

"What does it matter if you bother me or not, have you bothered them?"

The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to the Black Spirit Mountain, smiling very strangely.

"Probably not, right?"

Wang Zun's face did not change, which made the old man slightly surprised, it was the first time for the old man to come here and be so calm and unhurried.

I have sent a lot of people before, all of them are young people who want to record live videos, and after they came, they all ran away, and it was still daytime.

Wang Zun's ease made the old man a little admired.

The old man didn't continue to speak, opened the noodles in the pot, and directly took the pot and started eating, eating in a big gulp.

Wang Zun could smell the rancid smell when he stood outside, but the old man ate it with relish.

After eating the noodles in the pot, he threw the pot away, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then went back into the wooden house.

When the old man came out again, he had an extra basket in his hand, which contained some wax paper money.

As if he didn't see Wang Zun, the old man put two candles and three incense sticks on the side of the mountain road, and burned a stack of yellow paper.

There was still a lot of wax paper money in the basket, and the old man hung the basket on the hoe, picked up the burden, and walked up the mountain.

After the old man didn't speak, Wang Zun didn't speak from beginning to end, this kind of person's temper is more or less weird, and it's better not to speak until the last resort.

Following the old man, Wang Zun also went up the mountain, and the road on the mountain seemed to be built by the old man.

This is a small newly developed platform, and just four pits have been dug, which should be used to hold the four crockpots on it.

Wang Zun is very strange, other clay pots are just placed directly on the ground, why should these four be buried?

"Since you're here, can you do me a favor?"

The old man suddenly spoke, looking at Wang Zun.

"I can't ask for it!"

The old man's eyes widened, and he looked Wang Zun up and down, looking at him like a ghost.

Can't get it?

Why can't such a thing be asked?

Wang Zun: ಠ_ಠ

Did you say it wrong?

"Throw four pieces of yellow paper into each pit, and there is black rice in the basket, and sprinkle a handful in each pit!"

Wang Zun didn't ask why, just did it.

After doing all this, the old man laid down his burden and prepared to put one of the crockpots into the pit.

Wang Zun wanted to take a hand, but the old man snorted.

"Don't move, it's not something you move, it's going to cause a big disaster, you're bold, but it doesn't mean you won't encounter anything."

"Good!"

Wang Zun was not reluctant.

Come to think of it, this kind of thing is normal for people to stay away, right?

He also wanted to go up and help!