"Ming'er, it's my mother!"

The soft call sounded in the young man's ears like a nightingale's gentle whisper.

The originally nervous young man's hand softened suddenly, the hand holding the knife could no longer be raised, the fear in his heart was swept away, and only shock remained in his heart.

This voice can't be wrong, it is the voice that young people have heard the most since they were young, and it is Zhong Ming's mother.

After hearing the familiar call, the young man suddenly disappeared, and the young man was confused and stood on the spot.

The woman in white had already floated in front of Zhong Ming, with a familiar face and a familiar smile.

Could it be that there are really souls in this world, and people will turn into ghosts when they die?

When he saw his deceased mother standing in front of him again, the young man's brain was not enough, and the young man who had been educated in later generations completely collapsed in the clash of ideas.

The woman in white seemed to see that Zhong Ming's face was not quite right, and a look of disappointment flashed on her face.

The woman spoke again: "Ming'er, you don't have to be afraid of me, my mother just sent you something today, and my mother will leave in person after sending it off." ”

The young man was silent, and the folding knife in his hand was never sheathed.

"This stone box is handed over to you, and my mother will leave. ”

The woman stretched out her arm, held the stone box in the white soft light, and handed it to the young man.

Zhong Ming didn't immediately pick up the stone box, but frowned slightly, stared at the stone box twice, and immediately pointed at the woman in white and said, "You are not my mother!"

The opportunity to bring the young man back to his senses was the stone box in the woman's hand, which also had a good source.

The stone box is called the stone lock mandarin duck, and according to Zhong Ming's mother, it is Zhong Ming's family heirloom.

Before Zhong Ming's father set out on the expedition, he personally handed over the stone lock mandarin duck to Zhong Xiuniang's hands, and told her to take care of her in every way.

The stone lock mandarin duck is a magical machine box, created by the famous skilled craftsmen of the Shang Dynasty, its internal arrangement is exquisite, and the box can not be opened by external force, otherwise the machine inside it will explode, and the stored things and the stone box will be blown up.

The stone lock mandarin duck can only be opened by the dragon and phoenix key, and the key is kept by two people, and it is also merged into one in Zhong Ming's hands during the day today.

At first, Zhong Ming didn't know the use of the stone lock mandarin duck, and his mother didn't explain it clearly before she died, but she knew that this thing was something that her mother valued and Zhong Ming had only seen twice when she was so big.

The first time was when Zhong Ming was bullied when he was a child, and asked where his father was, and his mother took out a stone-locked mandarin duck in order to coax him, saying that it was a treasure left by his father to his mother.

The second time was when his mother was buried, Zhong Ming rummaged through the thatched hut at home, dug out a stone lock mandarin duck at the foot of the bed, and put it in the thin wooden coffin of his mother, and made funeral goods.

At that time, the family was poor, and the mother only had a seat of sackcloth in person, and there was really no funeral goods.

When the young man got the dragon and phoenix key this morning, he also thought about taking out the stone lock mandarin duck, but he thought that he would open the coffin and disrespect his mother, so the young man gave up this idea.

He is not short of money and food, so he doesn't have to disturb the scene of his mother's relatives for the sake of empty treasures.

Obviously, the stone lock mandarin duck has entered the tomb, and now it appears in front of Zhong Ming's eyes again, he should believe that the woman in white is his mother's mother, but the young man heard the clue from her words.

When the mother mentioned this thing, she always called it "stone lock mandarin duck" with respect, and she did not use "stone box" to call it half a time, so it is natural that young people are particularly sensitive to the four words stone lock mandarin duck.

Such an important thing, how could the mother change the title at will.

From this, the young man concluded that although the person in front of him looked similar to his mother, he was by no means his mother.

The young man raised his folding knife again and took two steps back, keeping his distance from the woman in white.

Zhong Mingdao pointed at the woman in white and said loudly, "What are you, and what are your intentions in approaching me?"

"Ming'er, how can you not even recognize your mother, I am indeed your mother, and I am just sending you a stone box. ”

The woman in white walked forward as she spoke, about to hand the stone box to Zhong Ming.

During this period, the woman in white tilted her head frequently and looked at the location where Yang Yanlang left, she seemed to be worried.

The young man also noticed this, and her expression became more and more anxious, and she did not have the mysterious aura when she came out just now, like an ordinary person who wanted to avoid trouble.

Seeing her like this, the young man's heart was much more stable, and she would be afraid, so someone should be able to cure her.

As long as there is a nemesis, whether she is a ghost or a god, the young man will no longer be afraid.

Fear comes from the unknown, and when you know her weaknesses, there's nothing to fear.

So the young man retreated again and again, wanting to delay time, and he guessed in his heart that maybe the woman in white was afraid of Yang Yanlang, so she would often look over there.

In desperation, the woman in white rushed forward and reached out to grab the young man's arm.

The woman in white seemed to be fluttering, but in fact she moved quickly, and before the young man could react, she grabbed her forearm and stuffed the stone-locked mandarin duck into the young man's arms.

But at the moment when the woman in white grabbed the young man, a touch of green suddenly lit up in the young man's arms.

The tender green willow branches flew out of the young man's arms, rose high, and fell quickly.

There was a crunch snap!

The willow branch slapped on the face of the woman in white, and a puff of black smoke suddenly appeared, and the faint soft light on the woman's body suddenly shattered.

Like a firefly that died suddenly, the soft light disappeared in an instant, and the blue flame of the incense candle in the distance flickered quickly and brightly.

"Ahh

The wolf-like roar frightened the young man's hair.

The woman in white in front of her had turned into a black long-haired monster, with jet-black hair all over her body, a long face, fangs, red bulges on both sides of her cheeks, and an unusually tall figure, nine feet tall, with one foot on the ground, two fluffy arms hugging the beaten cheeks.

What kind of monster is this?

The scene in front of him completely stunned the young man, and he only remembered to wave the folding knife in his hand and cut the monster in front of him with his backhand.

The folding knife was still as sharp as ever, and it sliced into the monster's arm, and immediately bled profusely.

"Zhong Ming, you Meng prodigal, you don't know the hearts of good people!"

The black-haired monster screamed, its voice hoarse and unpleasant, turned around and ran off into the distance, disappearing into the night.

The wind stopped, and the candles were extinguished.

The willow branch fell to the ground, and the green glow flickered twice, and then went out.

Only the young man who was stunned on the spot was left, and the stone-locked mandarin duck that rolled down at his feet.

After being stunned for a while, the boy came back to his senses, his mind was a mess, and his thoughts were flying.

At first, it was a little immortal official who condensed ice into a cone and could descend on Tian Gongzi, and then the general waved his hand to call for a gun, and the silver dragon spear pierced through the wall to the master's hand, and now a black-haired monster that looked like a gorilla turned into a mother's appearance and handed himself a stone-locked mandarin duck that had already been buried.

What's going on today?

Is this era crazy? Or are young people crazy?

Three years is not a long time, but it is not a short time, and it is not easy for young people to become familiar with this era of slash-and-burn farming.

Now there are all kinds of gods and monsters, overthrowing the environment that young people are just familiar with.

Just as the young man was about to slap himself to see if he was dreaming, Yang Yanlang came out of the night.

Yang Yanlang vigilantly looked around, and only after making sure that there was no danger did he say to the young man: "Zhong Ming, are you okay, I just heard the roar of the beast here from you, did you encounter a jackal or a big worm?"

"No, uncle, I just ran into a ghost. ”

The young man shook his head in a daze, and told Yang Yanlang about the dreamlike experience just now.

After listening to Zhong Ming's description, Yang Yanlang said thoughtfully: "Nephew, didn't you meet the rumored old mandrill?"

"Old mandrill, uncle, what is that?"

Yang Yanlang didn't rush to answer the young man's question, but suddenly realized: "No wonder I can't catch up with the bold thief who is full of nonsense, and I think it's also the old mandrill's trick." ”

Thinking that the matter had already involved the spirits in the mountains, the general didn't have the heart to explain it carefully to the young man, so he said eagerly: "Zhong Ming, hurry up and pack your things, uncle will carry you, and we will go down the mountain immediately." ”

It can be seen that the general was so anxious that he wanted to carry the young man down the mountain in person.

As far as the general knows, the strange tricks of the mountain spirits are different from the immortals in the Blessed Mansion, they are cunning and treacherous, and they are good at demagoguery, and if they are not careful, they will fall into their way.

As the saying goes: Yama is better, but the little ghost is difficult. In the general's eyes, the mountain spirit is a difficult imp.

Just now the general went to chase the madman, and he fell on the road.

Since he has suffered a small loss, Yang Yanlang has hesitated in his heart, the general is not afraid of being alone, and when he encounters the old mandrill, he just starts fighting, and he sees the real chapter in his hand.

But with Zhong Ming's oil bottle, the general has a burden, and he is worried that the young man will be injured, so he wants to leave this land of right and wrong immediately.

Zhong Ming also knew that the matter was already in trouble, so he didn't say much, and immediately packed up the folding knife, the stone lock mandarin duck, and the willow branches.

As for the food box, the package containing paper money and the like was casually discarded by the general.

Yang Yanlang carried the bell on his back, and the two of them were not hypocritical, Yang Yanlang said: "Hold my uncle's neck, I'm going to hurry!"

"Uncle, I'm seated. ”

As soon as the young man's words fell, the general raised his luck and strode towards the road from which he came.

Zhong Ming only felt the wind whirring in his ears, and the scenery in front of him was not clear, faster than sitting on a horse.

If someone could see Yang Yanlang's posture at this time, they would definitely shout: "This is the master of the true realm!"

I saw that the general's heels did not touch the ground, and he could step out a few feet away in one step, and when he fell, he only pointed his toes on the grass, and then he flew high like a bird with its wings.

After a few ups and downs, they had already left the mountain behind the hill and disappeared into the night.

......

After the uncle and nephew left, Zhong Xiuniang's boulder lit up with a soft white light again.

The chimpanzee-like hairy monster emerged from behind the rock, and in a short time, his arm cut by Zhong Ming had recovered as before.

It's just that a swollen bag bulged out of his forehead, revealing a green color, which looks really worrying.

The black-haired monster jumped up and down in front of the boulder, sat cross-legged on one leg, and said to Zhong Xiuniang's grave: "Master, I will help you give the stone box to Zhong Ming, which can be regarded as repaying your teaching." ”

"Will this repay you for your kindness?"

No one could answer the black-haired monster's question, he just asked himself.

The night breeze blows, and the soft white light swayes.

The black-haired monster pulled a chicken leg from the sacrifice, stuffed it into his mouth and said vaguely: "Don't worry about it for now, you can't eat these delicacies anyway, I'll help you eat them first, don't be violent!"

The monster ate with relish, its mouth opened and closed, and it made a loud chirp, and it seemed that sometimes the movement was too big and the swollen bag on the head hurt, and it grinned and touched the big bag.

These tributes are destined to go into the belly of this black-haired monster.