"Ahh The ghost's mouth let out a scream, and the sound waves exploded in the air, like a river of blood opening out of the void, and it was full of green-faced, fanged, and mutilated ghosts. They roared and roared wildly, curtains of blood sprayed in the air, and limbs were left everywhere. There are even ghosts who pick up the corpse, stuff it directly into their mouths, chew it a few times, and then swallow it in their stomachs. Then he cracked open his eerie mouth, and his teeth were still covered with the remains of molten flesh.

It was horrifying.

"Magic sound pierces the brain?" Zheng Zheng's face changed greatly, and he played a trick and immediately blocked the seven orifices. At the same time, the white sword snake slipped into his hand, and two spirit runes spilled out of the air, which were instantly pierced by the sword body, and a golden light enveloped the blade, and it went straight to the ghost like lightning.

"Ahh The ghost screamed again, and the figure in the air rippled with the waves, and at the moment when the sword with the talisman was about to hit the body, it turned into a cloud of nothingness and disappeared in front of him.

All the rivers of illusory blood also disappeared cleanly.

"I want to run, but there is no way. Zheng Zheng snorted coldly, and immediately chased out, and when he reached the tomb, the mountain wind was still roaring, and the sky had become much darker, like a prelude to a rainstorm, and one after another dark clouds swept low.

Zheng Zheng raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no trace of the ghost for a long time.

He frowned, and was about to return to the grave from the beginning, when a surprise shout suddenly came from ahead: "Zheng Zheng, Zheng Zheng, why are you here, let us find it so hard." ”

Zheng Zheng looked up, wasn't it Liu Jian and the other middle-aged man with a yellow face.

It seems that I can only give up going to the tomb for the time being.

I cast a spell to cover the entrance to the tomb. He walked over and said with a calm face, "Why are you here?"

Liu Jian seemed to remember something, his body trembled, and he didn't have the excitement just now, and his voice became a little trembling: "This village is so weird. I just turned around, and there were only seven people in more than 20 households, and all of them were old women about 60 years old, not a single male or a child. ”

There are ghosts here, specializing in inhaling yang energy, where will there be men, Zheng Zheng thought secretly.

Liu Jian lowered his voice at this time, and said with some fear on his face: "Just now I saw the young man of the Hui clan who was following the car, as if he was crazy in the middle of the evil spirit, and kept talking to himself, crying and laughing. Zheng Zheng, this place is so weird, let's get out of here as soon as possible. ”

Speaking of the Hui people who followed the car, Zheng Zheng had a series of questions in his heart, at first he just thought that he had colluded with the people in the village and made a black fortune. Later, this was confirmed by the fact that this Timura was very familiar with the environment of the village, and some of the allusions were well known. But then the plot direction was out of control, especially when it came to the old man, he was directly scared stupid. It seems that the key to the matter is still on the old man.

By the way, there are also groups of graves, strange dead aunts, peculiar floral fragrances, and ghosts that have disappeared without a trace, which are intertwined together to form an invisible and shadowless net, shrouding Zheng Zheng's head, and he can hardly breathe.

This village, it's weird.

Liu Jian saw that he had been thinking deeply and didn't speak for a long time, so he couldn't help but say urgently: "Zheng Zheng, you have something to say, if you don't leave for the time being, then Wang Ping and I will leave." ”

"Let's go, where can you go, can you get on the highway and wait for the bus?" Zheng Zheng put the question aside and asked lightly.

"Sooner or later, I'll wait for the car. Liu Jian looked up at the hovering road in the distance, and said with some persistence.

Suddenly, he slapped his thigh hard, pointed his finger forward, and said with a face full of annoyance: "Look at it, there is a bus driving over there, if it weren't for you, Wang Ping and I might have gotten into this car." ”

"Really?" Zheng Zheng responded, but his face became very stern, and he sneered: "Look at your so-called bus." ”

The bus circling back and forth on the mountain road suddenly burst into flames, but the driver didn't seem to feel the slightest feeling, and continued to drive forward without the slightest intention of stopping. The four tires burned by the fire fell off and the roof cover flew away. But even so, the bus is still running wildly there.

"How could this be?" Liu Jian swallowed, his face full of shock.

"Let's go. Zheng Zheng didn't explain the reason at all, and he didn't bother to explain, so he turned around and walked towards the village.

Liu Jian and Wang Ping glanced at each other, hesitated, and finally followed in fear.

Back in the village, it's still peaceful.

The driver was sitting on the edge of the pit with his head down and smoking a smoking, while Timura lay asleep on the pit. The couple cowered in the corner, worried.

Zheng Zheng looked at the tiled house, then found a place to sit down, and then said coldly to the driver: "I know you can speak Chinese, I just need you to answer me a few questions." ”

The driver stiffened, then lowered his head and smoked on his own.

"What is the purpose of your car parked here, I will not investigate. But what the hell is going on in this village, I hope you can tell everyone. ”

Liu Jian and Wang Ping were stunned at first, and the former suddenly ran forward angrily, grabbed him by the collar and asked loudly: "Say, what's going on in this village?"

The driver slowly raised his head, his face blank.

"You're still pretending. Zheng Zheng stood up and stepped forward, threw away his cigarette butt, and then said coldly: "The Hui people are forbidden to smoke." Secondly, even if someone makes an exception to smoke, they will only smoke homemade hemp cigarettes;

A look of surprise appeared on the driver's face, and suddenly he held his head with both hands, a look of pain.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Zheng Zheng asked patiently.

"You know what, the curse of blood, whoever touches it will die. After the driver was silent for a while, he suddenly raised his head and said, in a hoarse voice, but in the purest Mandarin.

"Are you Han?" even Zheng Zheng was surprised.

"Yes, I am a Han Chinese, a Han whose family is ruined and his wife is separated. The driver smiled sadly, then slowly spoke, telling a horrific story.

This village, called Guneti Village, is said to have a history of more than 3,000 years. More than 1,000 years ago, there was a beautiful princess in the village of Guneti, she was proud, she was lively, she was beautiful, and she was the brightest pearl of the entire Guneti nomadic tribe. When she was 18 years old, she met the prince of the Taji tribe, a brave warrior.

The two soon fell in love with each other, made a private agreement with each other for life, and made an appointment to guard each other.

However, due to the struggle for more grassland pastures between the two tribes, a series of wars began to take place. Their love relationship was also broken up in the war.

In order to win this war, the patriarch of the Guneti tribe, by means of marriage, sent the princess to the patriarch of a stronger tribe as a concubine, in exchange for a large number of reinforcements.

Later, although the battle of the Guneti tribe was won, the princess died, under the poplar tree where her beloved man hanged his body, and the blood stained the whole tree red, and then seeped into the whole soil. Every year when the poplar trees bloom and bud, they are red, as if mourning the poor lovers.