Mu Haotian looked at Xiuniang's frosty white and beautiful face, and an indescribable sense of horror suddenly rose in his heart.

This emotion was not that he felt afraid, but that he suddenly had a strong premonition:

An unimaginably terrifying truth is hidden in what happened to the two people in front of them!

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. You speak slowly. ”

The young man's lips moved, with a convincing atmosphere.

Xiuniang quickly calmed down, glanced at the woodcutter, and slowly talked about today's events.

The two turned out to be a peasant couple in Xiaowang Village at the foot of Laotuo Mountain, relying on woodcutters to go up the mountain to collect firewood to make a living.

The old mountain forest is deep and foggy, there are many wild beasts, and the people of the mountains and wilderness are superstitious and strange, so the woodcutter has always been in the morning and returns in the afternoon, and never dares to go deeper.

Unexpectedly, he went out as usual this morning, and still did not return until the evening.

In recent days, there have been many rumors of "ghost boys" in the township, seeing that the sky is getting darker and darker, Xiuniang's heart is getting more and more panicked, and she visited her neighbors, but no one dared to go up the mountain at night.

In the past, Xiuniang also went into the mountains with her husband to help collect firewood. She immediately gritted her teeth, settled the three children, took advantage of the twilight, carried the lantern fire, carried a kitchen knife, and went into the mountains alone.

She followed the path formed by the wood-gatherers dragging bamboo and wood over the years, and called her husband's name as she climbed.

She didn't know how long she had walked, but she felt that all the roads she had traveled in her life were not as far away as they are today. Never in my life have I ever been so frightened and frightened.

Suddenly, the night sky seemed to light up.

Immediately after, she heard a loud noise coming from the slash.

Hold your breath and listen, the sound of someone's muffled humming, rolling, and kicking the "rustle" of falling leaves overlapped.

Xiuniang was surprised and delighted, and heard her husband's voice, but he seemed to be fighting fiercely with something.

Without too much hesitation, Xiuniang lifted the kitchen knife, shouted "ah", and rushed over regardless of it.

The bush branches hit her face several times, and she ignored the hot pain.

Stumbled out a dozen steps, and suddenly there was a stir under his feet! The lantern flew away, and Xiuniang whimpered and threw forward, scraping several cuts on her body.

"Xiuniang?!"

There was an exclamation in front of her, which made Xiuniang have no time to take care of herself, and immediately raised her head.

The lantern was rolling in front of her skull, the candle flame burned stubbornly, and by the faint light of the fire, she saw two dark shadows, one large and one small, fighting under the big tree.

The big one lay on the ground, and a short black figure pounced on him, grinding his teeth with a cracked mouth, making a "ho-ho-ho" sound like a jackal panting, but was held back by a stick.

"Xiu Niang! Run! It's a ghost boy! ”

The man below shouted desperately.

Xiuniang's body that had just stood firm shook violently, and she instantly remembered those terrible rumors, and she was upset.

But soon she screamed "ah" again, and she rushed over with a kitchen knife and slashed at the ghost boy's back!

The ghost boy suddenly stopped.

Xiuniang heard the sound of her husband's heavy breathing, the sound of her own violent heartbeat, the slightest sound of the wind sweeping through her sideburns, and suddenly heard the strange sound of "click" on the ghost boy's body.

must have looked, and suddenly found that the ghost boy's head and limbs were all turned over and twisted.

Red makeup, pink face, childish face, staring at her directly!

Xiuniang was so frightened that she let go of the hand holding the knife and staggered backwards.

The ghost boy bit the kitchen knife on his back, slammed into Xiuniang's arms, and threw her down and bit her wildly.

Xiuniang is full of heart and gall, and she is scared to the extreme! stepped on his life, and actually bit the ghost boy's shoulder as if he was crazy.

When it was, the ghost boy was suddenly hit on the head by a stick, and let out a strange roar of pain, but then one stick after another smashed into the back of his head.

But it was the woodcutter who got up to save him, and smashed dozens of times with his stick, and the ghost boy finally softened and slipped off Xiuniang.

The woodcutter raised his woodcutter and slashed at the ghost boy in the chest!

The ghost boy had a hideous face, his limbs fluttering, and his mouth let out a scream as sharp as that of a baby.

The two were terrified, turned around and fled! But he had long been out of sight, stumbled out of the dense forest, and found a mountain road, so he just fled along the road.

"And then the two of us just kept going all the way here."

The husband and wife sang and followed, and made up a rough idea of what happened, but the danger can only be experienced by those who have experienced it.

Even so, it is enough to make people frightened, nervous, and secretly sweat a few handfuls.

Mu Haotian's expression was heavy, his eyes were compassionate, and he said:

"What a story of a woman looking for a husband, a couple who work together to get rid of ghosts! Especially Xiuniang, a woman, can not be afraid of terror, resolutely enter the mountain, and have the courage to face evil things in order to save her husband, which really teaches me to admire. ”

The woodcutter was rough, and he didn't notice what he said, so he smiled and served tea politely.

Xiuniang found that after Mu Haotian heard this, his expression became very strange, and he looked behind her and her husband from time to time, only to say that he was shocked by the murderous reputation of the ghost boy, so she was relieved:

"Luckily, that thing may have been too seriously injured and didn't keep up, so our husband and wife escaped by luck!"

Mu Haotian shook his head and said:

"The ghost boy is a thing that is transformed by a resentful spirit, and his qi is narrow, and he will be retribution, and since you have hurt it, I am afraid that it will be difficult to be good. What's more, "

After a pause, he looked behind Xiu Niang:

"How do you know he's not coming?"

The oil cup on the table swayed lightly, a cool breeze slowly blew in from the window, the cold stuck to the skin on the back of the neck, the woodcutter and Xiuniang trembled, and they were terrified!

Two frightened gazes quickly swept over the slightly open windows, the closed doors, and the clutter on the four walls of the house.

Except for the gentle breeze, there is nothing unusual.

The two turned their heads, but saw Mu Haotian looking calm, drinking and drinking by himself, only to know that he was teasing them. The panic finally subsided, and there was a slight anger in my heart.

The woodcutter slapped the table board vigorously and said angrily:

"Little Taoist! The two of us are grateful and respectful to you, why are you so out of the ordinary? ”

Mu Haotian looked at him calmly and asked rhetorically:

"Big brother, have you been observing the shadow behind me? Can you explain why? ”

The woodcutter suddenly realized that he was minding his suspicion that he was a ghost, a young man's heart, and color.

After all, he was abrupt first, and he asked for others, so he hugged his fists:

"Shame! His grandmother's, I had seen that something was wrong—the night watchman in the barren mountains was a handsome young man, and it was very unreasonable, and I thought that the rumored ghosts and the like were good at changing the form of beautiful people, but they could not be shadowed by the lights...... That's when there was a misunderstanding. Our husband and wife have just bumped into evil, and we are a little suspicious, so please forgive me! ”

"Don't ghostly things have shadows? Rumors in the countryside are not false. ”

Mu Haotian sighed lightly and said,

"Then why don't you look at your own feet?"

Before the words are finished, the cold wind is steep!

The flames of the oil pot fell forward and backwards, stirring the shadows of the young men on the wall.

A chill suddenly rose in the warm room.

The woodcutter slowly twisted his head and looked under Xiuniang:

A delicate figure, swaying left and right with the wind blowing the firelight.

There was surprise, confusion, and confusion in my heart, but more of the annoyance of being teased again, and I raised my hand and was about to question the young man, but suddenly I saw the shadow of Xiu Niang on the ground beating and retreating quickly, and it was printed on the back wall.

The woodcutter looked up in surprise.

Xiu Niang's face was terrified, her lips trembled, and one hand trembled and pointed to his bottom.

The woodcutter was like a blow to the head, and like a bucket of ice water, cold sweat was dripping on his chest and back, Huo Ran stood up and lowered his head in disbelief.

Around the feet, the light of the oil cup fire spread all over the ground, and the shapes of tables, stools, and bamboo cups were clearly visible.

But there was only one figure missing.

The woodcutter's mind was buzzing, dazed, and he spread his hands and muttered:

"I ...... How is me? ”

Trembling and moving a step towards Xiuniang, she was more and more panicked, desperately leaned against the wall, quickly stopped, turned to Mu Haotian, only to see him get up and say:

"Big brother, don't worry, I can save you."

The tone is calm and reassuring. Remembering his identity as a Taoist priest, the woodcutter felt a little stable, and only scratched his head and thought hard, not knowing what was wrong.

Mu Haotian said:

"You always go up the mountain to fetch firewood in the morning and return in the afternoon, but Xiuniang only bumped into you fighting with the ghost boy at night, where did you go during this period?"

The woodcutter was startled, but he couldn't remember what happened during that time, and said:

"Every morning I go up to the mountains to collect firewood, and every afternoon I take a nap under the tree before going home. It's the same today......"

Mu Haotian answered:

"That's it, presumably the problem lies in the Yin Spirit Tree."

Without thinking about what the "Yin Spirit Tree" was, the woodcutter exclaimed:

"Ahh I said that the tree is so good, why is there half a stone pillar on the side, his grandmother's! It turned out to be a yin spirit? No wonder it was very shady under the tree today, and I dreamed of encountering a ghost boy, and after waking up, it turned out to be night, and the ghost boy was really beside me! ”

Wiping his sweat and sudden, he was afraid, stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Haotian, and said hurriedly:

"The Taoist said he could save me?"

Mu Haotian nodded and said:

"The living can naturally be saved, but the dead cannot be saved by the gods."

The woodcutter was overjoyed, and did not think about the deep meaning in his words, but when he nodded his head in confirmation, he thanked him excitedly:

"I beg the immortal master to save me! Ask the immortal master to save me! Great kindness, Wang Yi will never forget! ”

After speaking, he looked at Xiuniang and wanted to call her to thank her, but he saw her holding her chest, her face pale, and her brows furrowed without saying a word.

Mu Haotian stared at Xiuniang's hidden chest and sighed:

"You've fallen on the mountain several times, you've been scratched on the cheek by a bush, and you've fought with a ghost boy?"

Xiuniang nodded Mu Ran, her eyes were stunned, as if she was looking at Mu Haotian, as if she was looking at the void in front of him.

The woodcutter over there was inexplicable and was about to interject, but at this time Mu Haotian continued to say to Xiuniang:

"Then don't you wonder why there are no scars on your face and hands?"

Xiuniang was still holding her chest with one hand, and raised her other hand to look at it - it was really warm and fair, with only some shallow calluses on her hands.

Then the hand touched his face again.

It's as clean as ever, but his face is full of confusion.

A ray of ominousness flashed in the woodcutter's heart, and his chest was troubled, and he suddenly heard Mu Haotian ask him:

"Big brother, you slashed that ghost boy at that time, do you remember where you cut it?"

The woodcutter replied in a daze:

"Chopped in the chest."

Mu Haotian suddenly turned his head and shouted at Xiuniang:

"Then why don't you open your chest and see what it is!"

The voice was violent, and the woodcutter was startled, but Xiuniang's face was not afraid, but the corners of her lips were pulled, revealing a strange smile that was mixed with surprise and relief.

The hand that had been covering his chest slowly lowered and opened his chest.

"Boom!!"

A flash of thunder flashed outside the window, and the dark night thunderbolt tore through the sky in an instant, and the dull thunder hammered down on the woodcutter's heart.

Xiuniang's bare chest was cracked with a terrifying knife edge up to a foot long, slashing obliquely, the flesh and bones rolled up, and the left breast was completely stripped away.

On top of the wound as big as a sea bowl, a baby face with red makeup and pink face was born!