More than a dozen people are middle-aged. The two dart masters are very easy to identify, wearing the same clothes, dressed as Jianghu people, one with an eyebrow knife in his hand, and one with a chain flail in his waist. The rest of the people are dressed as businessmen, and according to the regulations of Dayan, the color of clothing is mainly black and white.

The group entered another pavilion, unloaded the goods, and piled them up in a place where it could not be rained, and then took off their cloaks and shook off the water.

The pavilion is not big, the horses and mules are solid, and they are left outside to get drenched in the rain.

A dozen or so people whispered in dialect accents, drenched in water and blown by the night wind, cold and swishing, some people couldn't help but look at the fire facing Song You, and the dry firewood in the corner of the pavilion, and then glared at each other.

Finally, someone came over and gave up his hand to Song You.

"Mr. Xiao is polite, you collected this firewood? I'm afraid I won't run out of this night, can you sell us some? My clothes are moist, and I want to warm up by a roasting fire. ”

Dayan once loved to call the Taoist priest Mr.

Song You is still wearing a Taoist robe.

"I didn't collect it, I had it when I came, and if you need it, you can take it as you like."

"You're welcome."

The middle-aged merchant took a small handful of firewood over, but did not come to borrow the fire again, but made a fire by himself, then took out the dry food, roasted it hot in front of the fire, and talked quietly while eating with water, looking left and right from time to time.

The wind blows the sound.

Hearing them discussing their previous decision to take shelter from the rain, and with a slight argument, Song You roughly knew the reason why they had traveled here at night.

The group were all tea merchants, and the original destination today was Didian, thirty miles ahead, a convenient residence for merchants. However, it rained heavily halfway, and some people's goods did not know what to do with the waterproofing, and they were afraid that the tea would be infiltrated, so they found a place to shelter from the rain, but that section of the road was recently haunted, and many people did not dare to walk that section at night, so the rain just turned smaller, and the waterproof problem was solved, and they set off in a hurry.

It was already night, and it was not a good idea to walk at night, so I had to rest here.

Some people say that this section has long passed, and some people say that the tea sellers have moved away, and it must be the fog ghosts who are causing trouble here. Some people said that they should not have taken shelter from the rain at that time, and some people said that they should not have stopped just now, and that they should continue to walk. There are also people who discussed Song You.

Although Song You is wearing a Taoist robe, he is really young, and there is no one in ten Taoist priests who can catch demons and exorcise ghosts in these years, so naturally no one takes it too seriously, and after talking for a few sentences, he no longer focuses on him.

"Fog Ghost ......"

Song You stared at the fire.

This is a kind of common ghosts in the mountains, like to haunt in the fog, the weak people rely on the fog to cover their figures, often rely on intimidation to harm people, the road is high, it can spit out the fog to cover a place, in the fog to attack pedestrians.

However, this kind of ghost usually can't become the climate, and ordinary warriors and even bold strong men are not afraid of it.

The fire became smaller, and Song You added firewood.

Before you know it, the rain stopped.

When the mountain rain stops, it tends to fog, mostly foggy, or accumulates in mountain recesses, and this time is no exception.

It's just that the fog seems to be a little too thick.

Originally, although it was late, it was not without any light, and you could vaguely see the silhouette and shadow of the mountains in the distance, and in the light of the fire, you could also see the ancient cypress beside the road and the weeds under the trees, but now it was just a trance, and the whole world seemed to be filled with fog.

There were no mountains or trees in the thick fog, and even if there were two pavilions not far away, and there were still fires, only the faint light of the fires could be seen.

Even this fire was compressed to the limit by the fog.

It seems to be weird before you know it.

The merchants were suddenly shocked, and they didn't know that they had suffered from demons.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! The more afraid people are, the more fierce they are! ”

"That's right! Ghosts are also afraid of people! ”

"Chai, chai! Burn it up! ”

"I don't have firewood......

Everyone looked at each other and looked in the direction of the other pavilion, only to see the firelight orange.

Although it is only three or two feet away, but the middle is full of fog, looking at the current situation, it seems that only this small area where the fire shines is safe, who dares to go through the dense fog to get firewood over there? Or do you want everyone to go over there and just go over there?

Suddenly a cold wind blew outside.

Everyone turned their attention to the two dart masters who had been invited.

The dart master with the chain flail was beating a drum in his heart, his eyes were slightly dodgy, and the one with the sharp knife with eyebrows met everyone's eyes, but he turned his head and spat at the mouth, and his brows were angry, and he was afraid that even the little ghost was frightened:

"I'm going to borrow some firewood!"

"Senior brother, I'll go all the way with you!"

"It's okay, junior brother, you are here to guard, protect the owners, if you encounter a ghost in the middle, grandpa will slaughter it with a knife!"

"Chen Gong beware!"

"Just a little ghost, go and go back!"

The dart master surnamed Chen held the knife with his eyebrows, strode into the dense fog, and went straight to the opposite firelight. Seeing that he is not very tall, he has a bit of momentum.

Seeing this, the merchants made up their minds.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of ghosts for three points, and ghosts are afraid of people for seven points.

So everyone only watched the figure quickly blur, and vaguely saw that he also waved his knife a few times and scolded a few words in a Kansai accent, but this fog seemed to have the effect of blurring sound in addition to blurring vision, and he only walked a few steps, and he couldn't hear clearly.

The merchants became nervous again, sometimes staring at the other side, sometimes turning their heads to look around.

After a while, a figure walked out of the fog.

It was the dart master surnamed Chen.

The dart master surnamed Chen was still holding the knife with the tip of his eyebrows, but his other hand was empty, only standing outside the pavilion, with a little panic on his face: "It's not good, the little gentleman next to him has fainted, come and help me carry him together!" ”

When everyone heard this, they were shocked again, and their pupils widened.

The other dart master had already pulled out the chain flail on his body, held it in his hand, hung down and swayed, but kept licking his mouth to hide his nervousness.

In the end, it was the merchant who went to the next pavilion to borrow firewood to stand up, forced his composure, and even gave a salute:

"I'm just passing by here, earning some hard-earned money, and not bothering my feet. If you are willing to leave here, I will leave here when I return, and I will bring you some pigs and sheep incense candles at that time, which will be counted as a thank-you. ”

"What do you say? Come here and carry people! ”

"Foot, foot doesn't sound like this."

“……”

The dart master surnamed Chen froze suddenly, stared at them with round eyes, and in just a second, like a balloon that had been punctured, the canopy exploded into a cloud of mist, blending into the surrounding fog, and disappeared without a trace.

This ghost went simply, but it was even more terrifying.

Everything is as rumored......

But rumor has it that this ghost is not easy to deal with.

After about another flick of his fingers, another figure came out of the fog, holding an eyebrow knife in one hand and a bundle of firewood in the other, and hurriedly stepped out of the fog in three or two steps, until he stepped into the range of the firelight, and then relaxed.

This looked at everyone, but found that everyone's eyes were wide-eyed, staring at them with horror and suspicion.

The dart master surnamed Chen was stunned for a moment, and his eyes became solemn.

"What? What happened? ”

"That foggy ghost just now pretended to be you and tried to coax us out."

"But someone went?"

"It doesn't learn like ......"

"Hmph, little trick!"

The dart master surnamed Chen let go of his left hand, and the firewood he was holding rolled on the ground, and when he glanced at it, he saw that there seemed to be a figure moving in the fog, and he hurriedly became vigilant.

"Gong Chen, what's going on over there?"

"Which side?"

"Naturally, it's the little gentleman's side! Did he spot an anomaly? Are you scared? You go to borrow firewood, is he reluctant? ”

"This ......"

The dart master surnamed Chen was stunned.

Just now, my heart was tight, I hurriedly went to borrow firewood, said a few words, and hurriedly returned with firewood, but the firewood fell a few times, but I didn't care. Now that I think about it carefully, I find that the pavilion over there and the little gentleman in the pavilion are surprisingly calm, and when I think about it at this time, I can only think of the sound of the flame crackling, and nothing else.

After thinking about it, the dart master surnamed Chen said:

"I didn't care about the lot, but as soon as I went to borrow firewood, the little gentleman immediately agreed and let me take it away."

"Can you explain the situation to him? Would you like to invite that little gentleman over? ”

"Li Gong said with a smile, how could I forget this?" The dart master surnamed Chen was a little unhappy, "I told him that this side was haunted, saying that we had a lot of goods, and it was inconvenient to move over there with him, so I called him over, but he only asked me to take all the firewood away." ”

"This ......"

The merchants looked at each other again.

Before he could say something, he only heard a whimper, the wind sounded like a ghost crying, and the cold wind and rain caused the fire in the pavilion to shake and almost extinguish.

The flames once turned crimson, reflecting the foggy pavilion like the underworld.

Everyone hurriedly circled around to shelter from the wind, and the fire was rekindled, and the light in the pavilion became bright again, bringing a sense of security.

The dart master surnamed Chen stood with a knife and scolded again.

There is a folk saying that swear words can drive away ghosts, maybe the dart master surnamed Chen has this idea, maybe he is just emboldening himself.

Whatever the reason, the merchants really felt some comfort from this. But when you think about it, the people who practice martial arts are vigorous, and the demons and ghosts are difficult to commit, if you have a bold heart that is not afraid of demons and ghosts, it will be more stable, but ordinary martial artists seem to have no way to take this ethereal fog ghost, I am afraid that at most they will protect themselves, and it will be difficult to protect them.

And this firewood ...... Even if the fire is not extinguished by the wind, I am afraid that it will not last until dawn.

The fog ghost could have waited until they ran out of firewood!

As soon as I thought of this thought, another gust of wind blew.

"Hoo ......"

It was even more urgent and cold than just now, as if it was blown from the skin to the internal organs, straight into the depths of the soul, and people couldn't help but shiver. And the fire was even more stimulated, and it shrank to the extreme, and even scarlet charcoal could only be seen.

Before everyone had time to protect—

"Hoo ......"

The fire was extinguished in an instant.

For a while, only the charcoal glowed scarlet, reflecting on the panicked faces, and people were no different from ghosts.

The charcoal is still rapidly turning black and gray.

In a moment of panic, everyone saw that there seemed to be a figure moving in the thick fog, and they saw another fire not far away, which shone a vague yellow in the thick fog.

The fire over there hasn't been extinguished!?

"Go over there!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone immediately scrambled to get up and ran frantically towards the firelight.

The drizzle hit the body, and it was cold to the bone.

The merchant surnamed Li is five short and the oldest, even if he runs desperately, he also runs the slower, seeing that the fire that represents safety is getting closer and closer, he suddenly felt a hand grab his clothes, and then grabbed his arms and neck, his cold fingertips seemed to be piercing into his flesh, at that moment he was already scared to the extreme, stretched out his arm to grab the clothes of the person in front of him, but he couldn't reach it.

That's it......

When death came, he couldn't remember the words of Wen Xuanxuan that he had learned when he was a businessman, and he only knew that he was afraid that he would be planted here today, and he couldn't say that he would be eaten by that ghost and suck out the spirit, and there would be nothing left.

At this critical moment, a calloused hand grabbed him, and the calluse was as hard as wood, and the skin was painful.

The merchant surnamed Li opened his eyes wide, and found that it was the dart master who had spent a lot of money to invite him to play a role, and at this time he grabbed his wrist tightly, and while scolding behind him, he dragged himself forward with great strength.

It was as if the two sides were scrambling.

"Canopy ......"

The merchant surnamed Li vaguely saw a fire bursting out, as if a wooden knot had been burned, the cold touch on his body suddenly disappeared, and the dragging force behind him also disappeared, replaced by an irresistible force that dragged him forward.

Brush!

The merchant surnamed Li has been dragged into the pavilion.

The sound of the dart master surnamed Chen spitting echoed in his ears again, and he said proudly and with contempt:

"I can't do too much!"

The merchant surnamed Li came back to his senses from the panic, only to realize that this pavilion was so quiet-

It's not that there is no wind, but only the ordinary wind, so subtle that it is almost inaudible, compared to the ghost crying wolf howl, it is calm. And I saw that the fire in the pavilion was blazing, crackling, and a comfortable temperature came, and the yin wind seemed to be unable to blow in.

It seems to be the same as when I first arrived.

In the light of the fire, a young man in a Taoist robe, still sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face was delicate, his expression was calm, his head was lowered, and the light of the fire was reflected in his eyes.

This pavilion is really peaceful.

Looking back outside, there was still a thick fog, and there were still figures shaking, both lingering and reluctant to leave, but also as if they did not dare to approach.

"Everybody......

It was the voice of the little gentleman.

Everyone was excited, and quickly turned their heads to look, their eyes respectful.

"Let's rest here tonight."

The little gentleman pursed his lips as he spoke, turned his head to look outside the pavilion, there was a drizzle in the fog, and he added softly:

"Don't worry, when the rain stops, I'll come to you."