"Huzi, come on, you'll be fine."

The dog baby stood at the door of his hut, cheering for Qiu Hu.

Qiu Hu nodded vigorously and turned to leave.

Qiu Hu actually didn't have the bottom in his heart, he didn't know what kind of test the old man would set for him, he had asked the dog baby in the afternoon, but he didn't give any hints, but told Qiu Hu in a serious tone that the test before becoming an apprentice was to pass by himself, and he couldn't be a little sloppy, which was directly related to the official step in the future.

But the dog baby seemed to be full of confidence in Qiu Hu, which made Qiu Hu's uneasiness in his heart a little less, but he was still nervous at the moment.

The old man's bedrooms were very close, and they reached the door within a dozen steps.

Qiu Hu stood in front of the door, and the room was pitch black, as if no one was there.

"Master, Qiu Hu is here."

Qiu Hu bowed to the wooden door, but there was no movement inside.

"Master, I'm here."

Qiu Hu shouted again, but still did not react at all.

Just as he lowered his head and hesitated to shout for the third time, he saw two shadows under the moonlight, and without the slightest hesitation, Qiu Hu directly maintained a bent posture and turned back.

"Master."

"Hmph, don't give Lao Tzu these flower shelves, carry these two baskets of stones with me."

When the old man had finished speaking, he turned and left, revealing behind him two large baskets of stones and a flat pole.

Qiu Hu didn't hesitate, put on the basket and picked it up, and with the "squeak" of the flat pole, a gravity instantly pressed on his shoulder.

These two baskets of stones are at least 300 catties, and Qiu Hu came up with this most direct idea in his heart. When he looked up again, the old man had already walked out a few feet away, and Qiu Hu hurriedly followed.

The old man walked in front, and Qiu Hu followed behind with a basket, and walked down the mountain in the cold moonlight.

The old man walked neither fast nor slow, maintaining a uniform speed, without saying a word, only a thin back in Qiu Hu's eyes mechanically descending the stone stairs.

After walking for about an hour, the night was getting thicker and the evening breeze was slowly cool. But Qiu Hu was already sweating, and every time he stepped down the stone stairs, sweat would drip from his chin, and he only felt that his shoulders seemed to be cracked, and his waist rod seemed to be broken.

But the old man had no intention of stopping, and still did not say a word, and the speed of descent was not even the same as at the beginning. But in Qiu Hu's eyes, it was different, he only felt that the old man's pace seemed to be gradually accelerating, and as time passed, he became more and more struggling to follow.

"Here we are."

After another half an hour, the old man stopped abruptly without warning.

Qiu Hu instantly used all his strength to stabilize his right leg, which was halfway through, only to feel that his toes were about to scratch the soles of his shoes, and his neck, waist and shoulders instantly made a crackling sound, and finally gritted his teeth to stabilize his figure, and secretly exhaled after standing two steps with the old man.

The two of them were in a dense forest halfway up the mountain, but strange to say, bounded by a stone staircase, with trees to the east and a dense bamboo forest to the west, and the silence around them was terrifying, except for the whirring of the wind and the occasional unknown bird's cry.

"In half an hour, place the gray stone on your left under the root of the tree on the east side, in no order, but only one piece can be placed under a tree." The old man tilted his head slightly and said to Qiu Hu.

"Yes, master." Qiu Hu immediately gritted his teeth and put down the two large frames of stones, and suddenly there seemed to be a surging soreness all over his body, accompanied by an indescribable lightness.

Qiu Hu carried a basket of gray stones into the woods to the east, and randomly placed stones under the roots of the trees, these stones were of different sizes, but they were all very smooth. As there were fewer and fewer stones in the frame, Qiu Hu's speed became faster and faster, and in less than half an hour, he returned to the old man with an empty basket, and there seemed to be a trace of pride in his heart.

"Hmph, that's pretty fast." The old man glanced at Qiu Hu mockingly, "Then put the white stone in the bamboo forest in the west, but not on the bamboo roots, but in front of the tombstone." ”

"Tomb ...... Tombstone? Qiu Hu looked at the old man with a confused expression.

"That's right, it's a tombstone." The old man looked at Qiu Hu with a sneer, "This bamboo forest, also known as the cemetery forest, is buried with the descendants and ancestors of hundreds of large and small families under the mountain, of course, there are also those who died young, those who died unexpectedly, and those who were cut up and whipped corpses, there are all kinds of things you like and dislike." ”

Qiu Hu listened to the old man's words and felt a palpitation for no reason, and when he looked at this bamboo forest carefully through his night vision, he found that those large and small mounds were originally mountain graves, some of which seemed to have been overgrown with weeds for many years, and some of the graves had white stripes floating around, with a faint mist around.

At this time, the moon was dark and the wind was high, the yin wind was gusting, or the sweat on his body was evaporating, Qiu Hu only felt a burst of coolness welling up in his heart.

"That's all you need?" Xu saw that Qiu Hu was staring blankly at the bamboo forest in front of him without making any movements, and the old man let out a disdainful snort.

"Disciple, let's go." Qiu Hu lifted the basket and walked into the bamboo forest, already using his night vision eyes to the extreme, and his eyes emitted a faint green light.

As soon as he walked into the bamboo forest and put down less than ten stones, Qiu Hu immediately felt a tingling of his scalp, because he clearly felt that someone seemed to have blown a cool breath in his ear, along the root of his ear, all the way to his back.

He didn't look back, didn't make any other moves, just stubbornly continued to lay stones in front of the graves without raising his head.

"What are you doing here?"

A pale girl's face flashed in front of Qiu Hu's eyes, her eyes were blue, and her lips were red like blood, which fell directly to her face.

"Bang!"

Qiu Hu was so frightened that he sat on the ground and hit his head on the bamboo behind him, but when he looked back again, there was no ghost in front of him, just a basket of stones scattered in front of the grave.

Qiu Hu wiped the cold sweat on his face, the green light in his eyes became more and more intense, and the bamboo forest at this time was gradually visible in his eyes as clearly as day.

"Whew~"

Taking a deep breath, Qiu Hu picked up the spilled stones, stabilized his mind and continued to place the stones in front of another grave.

"Hee-hee~"

A girl's silver bell-like laughter came from the tomb just now, hitting Qiu Hu's heart.

But Qiu Hu gritted his teeth, ignored it, and did not make the slightest response.

Half an hour later, Qiu Hu returned to the old man with the empty basket, the green light in his eyes had dissipated, and his whole face was slightly white, but he still held his breath steady, and bowed to the old man who seemed to be smiling:

"Master, the disciple is done."