He walked to the side of the porch, looked downstairs, and saw that everyone was surrounding an unrecognizable woman, the woman was covered in blood, and the remaining arm was full of blood, and the remaining arm was full of flesh and blood, and he could vaguely distinguish a glyph on it, like a certain Chinese character from a hundred years ago, bubbling with a trace of black gas, and there were uneven serrated wounds on the neck, which could not be seen to be injured by a sharp weapon, and almost cut off half of her neck, and the blood did not stop.

Next to the corpse, there was a thin man kneeling, crying, "My sister and I went to Changping to visit my aunt, passing by here, settled in the Penglai Inn, in the middle of the night there was a group of mountain bandits, my sister hid me under the table to escape, the mountain bandit leader greedy for my sister's beauty and took her away, who knew that it would be to come back.... It's a... Corpses..."

A man with a sword standing behind the thin man said, "This little brother, I have observed Sister Ling's corpse, it is not like an ordinary mountain bandit, I have seen a similar death at the foot of Wushan, I am afraid that it is a mountain ghost." ”

"This brother is wrong, although there have been rumors of ghosts and evil spirits in Wushan since the stable years, but the rumors are just rumors after all, the matter has not been clarified, don't make a conclusion, disturb people's hearts, I took a few brothers to come for this matter, in the end to see if this Wushan is really sneaky." The man who spoke was a dark-faced, sturdy man with a machete in his hand, and behind him stood several younger brothers with various weapons in their hands.

Seeing that the bald head was of extraordinary origin, the onlookers nodded their heads again and again, and they all agreed with his statement, and a few brave people were willing to follow him to Wushan tomorrow, only the man with the sword shook his head and walked away from the crowd.

After watching the excitement, the mountain ghost turned his head and said lightly to her, "It seems that this place is actually a place of right and wrong." ”

Xihe, who has only been in the shape for three thousand years, has never seen such a scene, covered his mouth and turned around and ran back to the room.

The next day, Xihe followed the mountain ghost with two big black circles under his eyes and continued to hurry, the snow was heavy, and the mountain road was not easy to walk, if it wasn't for the rush to Changping Town to meet Xuegu as soon as possible, she wouldn't have hurried in the morning, but she used the herald to send the message in advance, but she didn't have to rush too much.

When she reached the foot of Wushan, the sky was getting darker, the snow was falling heavier, the wind and snow smashed on Xihe's face, cold and numb, she stopped and said to the mountain ghost, "Lord Mountain Ghost, why don't we find an inn to rest first, and wait for the heavy snow to pass before hurrying." ”

The mountain ghost looked at the endless snow white and said, "I'm afraid it's hard to find a place to stay around here." ”

He noticed that Xihe's face was red and purple from the cold, and his neck was almost invisible, and he shook his hand, and there was an extra fluffy cloak on his hand, "You wear it first, let's go forward first, and see if we can find an inn." ”

Xihe took the cloak, leaned over and thanked him, and put it on his body, the temperature of his body instantly warmed a little, and when he raised his head again, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly froze.

What caught her eye was a scene of red flowers and willows, the sky was cloudless, and she could even hear the sound of the small stream running water, completely without the cold of the heavy snow just now, and the figure of the mountain ghost was even more nowhere to be seen.

She looked up at the huge mountain gate in front of her, which was engraved with the three big characters "魑爰山", but wasn't she obviously under Wushan? Why did this end up in the mountains again?

She pinched her face, making sure she wasn't dreaming, she was afraid that she hadn't strayed into some kind of enchantment.

Xihe walked along a path, not even a single figure was seen, until she reached the end of the path, and a village appeared in front of her.

"Pingnan Village." She read according to the words on the stone tablet, she vaguely remembered that there was a Pingnan Kingdom in the mortal world three hundred years ago, and then the Pingnan Kingdom was destroyed, and it was replaced by the current Chu Yao Kingdom, and the first year name of Chu Yao Country was stability, as the bald head said last night, at the beginning of the establishment of Chu Yao Kingdom, Wushan had an evil and sneaky saying.

Xihe walked into the village, and found that the people in the village were dressed very differently from the crowd who came and went in the inn before, not to mention that the people here were dressed in plain clothes, but the belts of each woman were very different from the tunics in the inn.

She watched a group of children playing and playing, the old man collecting firewood for cooking, although it was peaceful, but it was strange everywhere, everyone's face seemed to be a fake skin, and even the arc of the smile at the corner of the mouth was the same, Xihe stopped a lady who was holding firewood, and asked her politely, "Auntie, what dynasty is it now?" ”

The eldest lady looked at her expressionlessly, suddenly, the sky changed, the bright and sunny sky was covered by dark clouds, instantly enveloped the whole sky, a strong wind blew, the whole village and the people in the village disappeared cleanly, the place where she stood was a pile of dry bones, Xi He was so frightened that his eyes widened, and he ran away.

It was getting darker and darker, until the mist surrounded the whole mountain, and she could hardly walk an inch in the dense forest, only listening to the wind whistling in her ears, she pricked up her ears vigilantly to watch the movements nearby, but she did not dare to stop at all.

She suddenly missed the carefree days in the Heavenly Palace, where there were no bloody corpses, and there were no mountains without five fingers.

Although life was dull, it was better than this start, and when she learned that her master had sent her to the lower realm to find the Nuwa Stone, she didn't understand why such an important task of finding the Nuwa Stone was entrusted to her, a fool who couldn't even wear it well.

Is it because she's a stone too?

Maybe this Nuwa stone has already turned into a human form and run, the Three Realms are so big, where can she find it, can she really find it just by relying on a finger spirit needle?

If she can't find it, how can she communicate with Master and Dijun?

When she climbed uphill, the crying in her ears was still endless, and she was shuttling through the fog with her body on her back, at this time, she suddenly felt a cold ankle, and her right foot was grabbed by a palm without a trace of temperature before she could step out, she didn't dare to look at it, raised her foot and kicked it back, pulled out her leg and ran forward, and didn't even care to pick up her shoes, until she couldn't run.

She was holding on to the tree with one hand, gasping for breath, and suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a sticky liquid on her hand, and when she looked down closely, it was black and smelly.

She endured disgust and took out an embroidered handkerchief from her arms and rubbed it vigorously, the mucus on her hands had not been wiped clean, and she felt a sinking on her head, and a trace of cold sweat oozed from her forehead, she swallowed her saliva, put her hand on the top of her head, and shivered and touched it, it was an eyeball that was still rolling from side to side, which directly scared her and fainted, and rolled down the hillside several times before being picked up in her arms.

When he was at the foot of Wushan, the mountain ghost just blinked an eye, and Xihe disappeared in front of him, and he used his ghost eyes to rummage through the entire Wushan, but he did not find a trace of Xihe.

Coincidentally, he happened to meet the man who held the sword yesterday, the man's name was Xue Qi, he was a wanderer, and he had heard a lot about the ghost legends of Wushan.

From Xue Qi's mouth, what made him feel strange was that the Wushan he saw was very different from what he heard from his mouth, under the Wushan, he did not feel a trace of evil spirit, but the evil things happened in Wushan, which can only show that this Wushan is not the Wushan in front of him.

He walked to the entrance of Wushan, trying to find the hidden traces in the mountain, but happened to meet the thin man who killed his sister, he was being beaten in the snow by a group of people for stealing bald things, and he was about to leave, in an instant, the bald head and several younger brothers disappeared from his eyes.

The mountain ghost strode up to the thin man, who was curled up in fear and begged for mercy.

He walked to the place where he had just stood bald, carefully observed the snow under his feet, took out a fan and slashed it at the ground, and a crooked glyph below exposed the ground, and sure enough, it was the same as the ground under Xihe's feet, which was engraved with this glyph, and this glyph was exactly the same as the glyph on the arm of the female corpse last night.

He glanced at the man kneeling on the snow, raised his hand and sent him ten miles away, and then, he flew in the air, coiling out the purple fan in his hand.

The purple fan flew around the entire Wushan with golden blazing qi and then returned to the hands of the mountain ghost, and the snow under the purple fan was lifted, revealing the most primitive surface, and the same glyphs also surfaced to the ground.

The mountain ghost walked through each glyph and finally stopped in front of one of the glyphs, except for the last hand of the glyph in a different direction, which seemed to be heading in a certain direction.

He walked through each glyph again, and suddenly, a mountain gate appeared directly north of him, and the mountain gate was impressively engraved with the three big characters of "魑爰山", and the mountain in front of him was the ghost mountain that people spread in their mouths.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain forest with his front feet, the surrounding area was instantly surrounded by black mist, the sky was covered with black clouds, and the mountain road under his feet disappeared, and he was in the middle of the wild grass and bushes, the trees in the mountain were as high as the sky, and the black rotten juice oozing from the trunks was full of rotten leaves.

He picked up the fan and flipped it to the base of the tree in front of him, and a touch of golden blazing gas broke the roots directly, gushing out gurgling black water, emitting a foul smell, the roots of the trees here are actually nourished by carrion, and the carrion beasts flying around the sky and the carrion crawling in the forest are all born from this.

While he was pondering, the mountain ghost suddenly heard a sound in the forest, and he turned into a front and saw Xi He rolling down in the jungle.