The sun is like fire, hanging high in the sky.

In the midst of the lush forest, the lush trees cover the sky and the sun, enveloping the hills, and a breeze blows, startling the sound of leaves, and the birds are frightened, but they want to spread their wings and fly high.

Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, it was possible to see that above the thick trunks of the trees, several agile figures were hanging.

It was a group of young boys and girls, about fifteen or sixteen years of age, who were like monkeys, jumping up and down from branch to branch, occasionally catching a glimpse of a dead tree and breaking it.

Just listen to a click.

Dry firewood fell, piled up on the ground like a hill.

Below this group of boys and girls, there is also a thin figure, wandering in the forest.

It was a young man with a delicate face, a little younger, twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a gray and white cloth coat that was mostly sewn, and he should have been immature, but with a little calloused little hand holding a handful of dead wood.

Occasionally, the boy would look up, pursed his lips, and looked at his peers who seemed to be walking on the ground on the trees, with a look of envy on his face.

Obviously, the young man didn't know how to climb trees, and he seemed to have more of a bookish aura on his body, which made him look a little out of place and different.

"Shen Yun, didn't I warn you that you are not allowed to approach this side, you enter in your left ear and go out in your right ear, right?"

At this moment, in the forest, a slightly harsh voice suddenly sounded.

The young man known as Shen Yun frowned, looked up, and saw that on the trunk of the tree in front of him, a rebellious-looking young man broke a piece of dead wood and looked at him indifferently.

"Why, this forest is not your home, I can't come here to have anything to do with you." Hearing this, Shen Yun's little face, which had just faded a little immaturely, couldn't help but show a touch of anger and said coldly.

The sudden noise made the boys and girls around look at each other, and they all cast their eyes in unison.

"Huh!"

The rebellious young man sneered, threw down the dead wood in his hand, and then followed the trunk, Lisuo skillfully jumped to the ground, walked to a pile of dry firewood, and said lightly: "This forest is indeed not my family, but who knows if you want to steal us when we are not paying attention, after all, you can't climb trees, you want to rely on the ground to pick up a bundle of firewood, and you don't know the year of the monkey." ”

Hearing this, the surrounding peers jumped off the tree one after another, their faces on guard.

"Li Yuanhao, don't talk nonsense here, whoever wants to steal you, isn't it just a few broken firewood, who is rare." Shen Yun gritted his teeth, his little face turned red, and in his indignation, he put the cart before the horse.

"Hehe, that's it, Brother Hao, don't talk nonsense, Shen Yun is a scholar who has studied in a private school for two years, and he will become the richest master in our Pei'an County in the future, so people are not uncommon with these broken firewood." At this time, a peer with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek laughed under a tree.

Hearing this, the others seemed to have thought of some joke, and they all smiled lowly, and then began to dry the firewood neatly.

"Yes, monkey, you're right, I forgot, someone who aspires to be the richest man in the county, who cares about firewood that we poor people will regard as treasures."

Li Yuanhao also sneered, took out a rope on the side, sorted it out, and sneered: "But Young Master Shen, you are not rare with these broken firewoods, so why did you come up the mountain?" ”

When the words landed, Li Yuanhao couldn't help but chuckle, and together with his nearby partners, he looked at the dry firewood in Shen Yun's hand with a sarcastic face, and then carried a large bundle of firewood and left here.

"Hey, Young Master Shen, I have a few more here, I can't carry them, do you want them?" Before leaving, the young man who was called a monkey by Li Yuanhao just now threw down a few rotten wooden sticks and made a joke.

"In addition, I heard that there are often monsters in this cool mountain, you have to be careful alone, don't be dragged away, of course, if there are really monsters to drag you, you can shout loudly and see if you can meet the legendary immortals to save you."

Shen Yun stood indignantly in place, never made a sound, and waited until everyone left here before he pouted and spat in the direction where everyone left: "Turtle King bastard, don't you just know how to climb trees, what's the big deal." ”

"Dare to laugh at me, one day, if I really become a rich man, I have to let a few of you collect firewood for me every day."

Shen Yun pursed his lips and didn't take the monkey's words to heart.

Although this forest did have some weird rumors in the mouth of the storyteller in the county town before, Shen Yun didn't believe in these ghosts and gods, but he picked up a few rotten trees thrown by the monkey very spinelessly, after all, don't do it in vain.

But after glancing at the bare ground around him, and glancing at the dry firewood in his hand, the young man suddenly became deflated again, as Li Yuanhao said, he couldn't climb trees, and it took an unknown amount of time to rely on the ground to pick up a bundle of firewood.

"Hoo ......"

With a deep breath of turbidity, Shen Yun had no choice but to leave this place and began to wander among the trees again.

Time passes.

Unconsciously, the scorching sun, which was originally like a fireball, was hidden behind the clouds under the impetus of the breeze, and the brightness of the entire forest suddenly dimmed, and a trace of oppressive atmosphere flowed in the air.

"Seeing that the sky is about to get dark, it can't go on like this, we have to find a way." Now, there is still very little firewood that Shen Yun has picked up, and it is getting late, and he can't help but feel a little anxious.

I looked up at the towering tree, and among the thick green leaves, there were some dead trees, which really belonged to the helplessness of not being able to see it.

Shen Yun frowned, secretly slandered, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and suddenly saw that not far away, a huge rock was covered with vines.

"There it is."

Shen Yun's eyes lit up, and he could use the vine man as a belt hook to pull down the dead wood on the tree.

However, the position of the rock is not very good, it stands on the edge of a groove, and if you are not careful, you will fall down the hill and roll down the hill.

Shen Yun put aside the dry firewood he picked up in his hand, stepped forward, looked at it a few times, but didn't think much about it, now he just wanted to pick up a bundle of firewood and go home as soon as possible.

Three steps and two steps, the boy easily climbed to the rock, followed the gap in the stone, and pulled the vine man out.

Cha

Vineman truncated.

Within a moment, the vine man had already collected a sufficient length, and when he was about to tear it off, the wind suddenly became louder, making Zhou Lin's thin body unstable and falling downward.

"It's over."

Shen Yun's little face was panicked, and he hurriedly pulled the vine man in his hand, but with a click again, it was the vine man who broke, but instead wrapped his body and rushed down.

Bang bang!

Luckily, it didn't crash into the rocks and landed in the ground of the groove.

"Hiss......"

Embarrassed to untie the vine man on his body, Shen Yun couldn't help but gasp, under his buttocks, he felt like something hard was pressed, and a sharp pain swept through his brain.

"Something."

Shen Yun hurriedly stood up, rubbed the painful part, and glanced at it.

Faintly, under the dirt of the ground, there seems to be a red stone buried?

"Well, what kind of stone is this?"

On the little face, full of surprise, Shen Yun dug off the soil, took it out, held it in the palm of his hand, and saw that the stone was red as a whole, like the size of a fist, except for the color, it seemed to be no different from ordinary stones.

"Anything else?" Out of the corner of Shen Yun's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a yellowed book covered in the dirt?

"How can there be books in this place?"

Shen Yun's clear eyes flashed with doubts, picked up the book, shook off the dirt on it, and then carefully wiped it clean.

"Could it be that someone went up the mountain to chop firewood, brought it up, and forgot to take it back?" Thinking of a certain possibility, Shen Yun secretly slandered that in the county, many people who study, due to their family background, will choose to study while being busy with life.

Just like before, Shen Yun did the same in the two years he studied in a private school.

"I don't have a name."

Shaking his head, temporarily abandoning many thoughts, Shen Yun's eyes returned to the writing, but the cover was empty.

"This word is read as condensation, condensation?" In confusion, the young man carefully turned a page with his small hands, and what caught his eye was the handwriting of three dragons flying and phoenix dancing.

Condensation.

Because he had only read a private school for two years, he didn't know a lot of handwriting, so his tone was full of doubts about the condensation at the beginning.

Whew......

Just as he was about to turn the page to read again, a sudden gust of wind sounded in his ears, which made Shen Yun instantly retract his mind, and looked up at the surroundings, the originally dim light became more and more dim.

"Shen Yun ......"

In the wind, faintly, as if there was a rough voice coming from it?

"Who's calling me?" Hearing the shouts, Shen Yun looked around, except for the rustling of leaves, there were only some birds and beasts chirping.

"Gollum." Shen Yun swallowed his saliva, and in his head, he suddenly thought of many strange conversations about this forest.

One of the things that impressed him the most was that it was rumored that there was a weasel living in this wood, and whenever evening came, he would wander the woods, looking for people who had not yet returned home, and sucking their spirits.

Thinking of this, although the boy who had just passed the age of a child did not believe in ghosts and gods, he still couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling in his heart.

"Let's hurry up and go home with a bundle of firewood." Shaking his head vigorously, getting rid of the messy thoughts, Shen Yun looked at the books and red stones in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then pinned them to the clothes around his waist.

Coming to a tree that was mostly dead wood, Shen Yun tidied up the vine, threw it upward, firmly wrapped a branch the size of an arm, and pulled it hard.

Ka.

The response is broken.

In less than half a burnt of incense, the ground was already full of a bundle of firewood.

"Shen Yun ......" Shen Yun neatly disposed of the extra branches on the dry firewood, came to a lush grass and took out a rope to tie it up, but at this time, the voice just now suddenly came again, and it was getting closer and closer.

"Gollum, it's not really like the monkey bastard said, I've met a ghost." Shen Yun swallowed his saliva again, cold sweat broke out on his forehead unconsciously, his eyes were guarded, and he kept looking around, still except for trees, birds.

At the end of the line of sight, there were a few crows on an old tree, but crows were also a type of bird.

"Shen Yun ......" Just when Shen Yun finished sorting out the dry firewood and was just about to go down the mountain, the voice sounded again, and this time it was very clear.

"Is there really a ghost?" Hearing this, Shen Yun was bold and looked for a sound, only to see that under the old tree, a burly figure gradually appeared.

That figure seemed to be able to see Shen Yun's thin body, his eyes were shining, and he was galloping directly towards him, and his face, which looked down on his face, seemed to be full of hideousness.

"Help......"

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