Zhongnan Mountain, since ancient times, has been the treasure land of feng shui sought by countless immortal cultivators, and it is also the location of the Chinese dragon vein, so from ancient times to the present, there are countless people who have come here from thousands of miles away.

I was in the jungle deep in Zhongnan Mountain, exploring all the way, running all the way, trying to find out the clues of Ergou and Lao Lin, however, no matter how I searched, everything was in vain, these two guys were completely gone, and not even a single hair was left.

Where can the two grandchildren go? I walked through the overgrown forest, my eyes widened and I looked around.

As I looked around with my eyes wide, I was surprised to see some ghostly symbols carved into the trunk of a tree not far in front of me.

The sign on the trunk of this tree is an arrow carved out of a dagger, and the arrow points to the depths of the dense forest, and the arrow seems to have a magical power, so I can't help but follow the direction it leads, all the way down.

I didn't know at this time, in fact, that I had entered a state of "unconsciousness", in which people, like the walking dead, would continue to have a certain action or expression or something with some kind of inertia.

If, at this time, there was someone else who could remind me in time, perhaps, I would not have gone to that place, let alone what happened later.

The forest is getting denser and the sky is getting darker. Walking through that dense jungle, not far and not far ahead, by the hazy moonlight, I vaguely saw a mound of earth like a hill, and the moment I saw the mound, my whole person instantly became a clever.

Because, based on my intuition and experience, I judged that the mound should be the sealing mound of a certain tomb, and judging by the style and size of the mound, under the mound, there should be a tomb that is not too small.

Thinking of this, I strode forward two steps, but I never thought that I accidentally kicked something under my feet, which felt like a watermelon or something.

However, the light was so dim that I kicked the thing into the thick weeds that I couldn't see it clearly, and more importantly, I was most interested in the unknown tomb beneath the mound.

However, I had just walked a few steps forward when I faintly heard the cry of a woman, and I froze for a moment, standing motionless like a telephone pole, knowing that in such an environment, any abnormal noise would scare people to pee.

Like a donkey, I pricked up my ears and listened carefully, trying to catch the faint, vague sound in the air.

However, when I stopped and listened carefully, I found that the strange sound had disappeared without a trace, as if there had never been such a sound.

However, after so many years of wandering, my experience has taught me that that kind of voice is real, and the more you are in such an environment, the more you should fully trust your own judgment.

I walked on, and as I expected, the sound sounded again, and I could conclude that it was a woman's cry...... Is there a woman crying?

Thinking of this, I began to feel a cold wind blowing on my back, and my scalp began to tingle.

"Who, who? yes, who's crying?"

I tried to calm myself down, but as soon as I spoke, I couldn't help but tremble.

Strangely, as soon as I spoke, the crying stopped instantly, and I judged the direction from which the sound came, slowly moved my steps, and walked over.

The faint sound seemed to come from behind the mound, and, as we approached the mound, the air began to fill the air with the peculiar smell of burning paper money. This special smell of burnt paper is most common in temples, and it can also be smelled when worshipping ancestors and going to the grave. Dense jungle, hazy moonlight, faint cries...... It was a bad feeling that permeated me.

When I got closer, I realized that the mountain bag was not simple, it was a tomb bag.

The grave was covered with weeds more than one person tall, and among the green weeds, a woman's pale face was faintly revealed.

She knelt in the grass, already crying red eyes. The cry I heard just now came from this woman.

"Have you seen my man?" Just as I was stunned, the woman's cold voice came.

"You man...... Who is it?" and as soon as I said that, I began to regret it.

Because, I suddenly realized a problem: At this time, it was already the middle of the moon, and at midnight, in the wilderness, how could there be a woman kneeling on the grave and crying? This is not logical! The only logical reasoning is that the woman in front of me is not a person, but a legendary female ghost.

My grandfather once said that in a special magnetic environment such as a cemetery, what you see and hear is often not real, but an illusion. The best way to deal with hallucinations is to pretend that you are deaf and blind, and you don't listen, see, or answer.

The woman stood up suddenly, staring at me with a look of intent on me.

I couldn't help but take a few steps backwards, this retreat, a foot on a ball-like thing, a slippery foot, I sat on the ground paralyzed, a bow, the whole person instantly froze, the scalp began to numb, because, just now the foot of the ball is actually a man's head, my sense of smell at this time, as if awakened, the air is filled with a heavy smell of blood, let me a little breathless.

There are countless firsts in life, and tonight, for the first time, I saw a human head, rolling around on the ground like a ball. I used to joke about screwing someone's head off and kicking it as a ball, but tonight, it seems that this is not just a joke.

"Have you seen my husband?"

The woman continued. Her voice was a little miserable, with a crying tone.

When I subconsciously opened my mouth to continue answering, 10,000 flashes of thought suddenly flew through my mind, and I couldn't open my mouth at this moment. My gut tells me that in such a complex situation, it's best to pretend that you don't understand anything.

The woman began to move, and in the dark night, her snow-white face and white clothes seemed to be a ghost floating in the air.

However, to my surprise, the woman seemed to be unable to see me, wandering in front of me, with a pair of blood-red eyes and a wandering look.

Just when I was a little overwhelmed, suddenly there was a "click" of thunder, which sounded in the sky, and the ink-stained dark clouds in the sky cracked a gap.

I was so shocked by the thunder that I couldn't help but shudder, the thunder was so loud that it seemed to explode in people's ears.