Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Han Feng wrapped his clothes and said with a low voice, "Old Xu, we have to find a house to settle down quickly. If we sleep outside in such a cold weather, we might become two bones tomorrow." gone."

"it is good!"

Xu Zilin bit the bullet and replied.

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408 The Devil

The hazy moonlight completely enveloped the world, and when the mottled moon shadows fell, they all added a bit of weirdness to the already gloomy Princess Tomb.

The two continued to walk forward, and the path in the village suddenly became very narrow, and the wind suddenly picked up, whistling.

There are probably fields on both sides of the path, and this path is a raised field ridge. Han Feng took the lead and was about to continue walking.

Xu Zilin's terrified voice suddenly rang out: "Old Han, don't move, there seems to be a dark shadow in front of you!"

Hearing this, Han Feng paused his steps and looked up. Sure enough, there was a dark shadow standing on the narrow path not far from him, shaking back and forth, making indescribable hissing sounds from time to time.

"Who? Who?"

Han Feng asked twice, but the black figure just swayed and did not answer. Xu Zilin hid behind Han Feng, under the cover of the black curtain, his face was full of horror.

Han Feng got a little angry: "Pretending to be a ghost, don't blame me for being rude if you don't come out again."

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Han Feng pulled out the bayonet stuck in his waist and asked loudly.

However, the figure still didn't answer, and continued to shake.

Han Feng decided not to be polite, he is not afraid of devils like beasts, so why should he be afraid of ghosts?

The sharp bayonet flashed a cold light, and was thrown far away by Han Feng, bang, "Is this the sound of the bayonet being inserted into the tree?"

Han Feng walked in with the courageous Xu Zilin expressionless, "Damn it, it turned out to be a small tree!" Han Feng pulled the bayonet from the trunk.

"Old Xu, you startled me so much, let's go on!"

The two continued to walk forward, and the path gradually widened. At this time, they passed a place. On the left was a weir pond for irrigation and fish farming. It was called in the countryside, and on the right was a cemetery. Xu Zilin Walking inside, you can even touch the nearest tomb with your hand. This tomb is also piled up with stone chips, and its shape is similar to a triangle. The longest side of the triangle is horizontal on the ground, and it is next to each other below. There is a square opening in the ground, which is used to burn fire paper and the like. If one person is buried under the tomb, one opening is made, and if two people are buried under the tomb, two openings are opened.

Xu Zilin couldn't help but said, "What is this place? We shouldn't have come here."

Han Feng smiled, and asked for the third time: "Are you scared?"

Xu Zilin remained silent.

"It's just that there are a little more coffins, a little more graves, and the villagers are a little weird, but it's not a big deal."

The two of them were talking, passing by the largest grave standing at the foot of the mountain not far away.

As soon as the footsteps crossed Putong, in the weir pond on the left, there was such a sound suddenly, as if someone had thrown a stone on the calm water.

"Who? Who threw the stone?" Han Feng asked loudly.

Xu Zilin's face became more and more terrified, and his gaze drifted over the largest solitary grave several times inadvertently.

Han Feng said thoughtfully, "Old Xu, is it because of this grave?"

Han Feng turned his head and strode past the largest grave again.

Plop, the voice sounded again, and under the dim moonlight, Han Feng and Xu Zilin could even see that in the weir pond on the left side, ripples suddenly appeared on the originally calm lake.

"Who?"

Han Feng yelled again, but after a long while, there was still no response. He couldn't help cursing, "Fuck, this is really a ghost."

"Old Xu, why is your face so ugly?"

"It's okay! Old Han, what should we do now." As night fell, Xu Zilin gradually felt cold even though he was wearing a not-so-thin coat.

Han Feng knew that he couldn't delay any longer, "Let's go quickly, and we'll meet him later. Whether he agrees or not, I will definitely knock on the door. We have to find a family to stay for one night. it's too cold."

Finally, I walked a long way all the way, away from the weir pond and the lonely grave.

Only then did Xu Zilin recover, and tried to ask: "Old Han, what happened to the thrown stone? Who threw the stone into the lake in the middle of the night?"

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Han Feng couldn't bear it anymore, hugged his stomach and laughed so hard that he almost couldn't straighten up with a smile.

Xu Zilin's face turned dark immediately, he seemed to understand something, and said angrily: "Okay, Lao Han, so you are teasing me! You threw that stone?"

Han Feng didn't answer, but continued to laugh. Xu Zilin had no choice but to wait until Han Feng finished laughing completely, and then the two continued on their way.

When parting, Han Feng glanced at the direction of the lonely grave from a distance. In the dark, his calm face was thoughtful.

I still haven’t seen anyone. I don’t know when a large straw field appeared in front of me. These wheat straws are very strong. Although they have lost their green color and turned yellow, they are taller. The harvest season has passed, and the straws are obviously gone. For some unknown reason, the corn stalks were not cut down and burned by the villagers, or buried in the ground to rot and used as fertilizer.

In the middle of the straw field is a path with a width of one or two meters. This is the only path that continues to the inside of the Princess Tomb.

Although Xu Zilin's face was ugly, the two of them had no other choice, so they had to embark on this path.

When he walked to the center, the moonlight became more and more hazy, Xu Zilin suddenly heard faintly crying from somewhere in these straw fields, he was startled, staring at the sound as if he was indifferent to it. Hearing that, Han Feng, who continued to stride forward, asked:

"Old Han, did you hear anything?"

Han Feng was startled, "What sound? I didn't hear anything!"

"It sounded like a woman crying."

Han Feng looked at Xu Zilin suspiciously: "Old Xu, maybe I scared you once, and you are going to take revenge on me in turn?"

"You really didn't hear the cries of women in this field?"

Han Feng grinned helplessly: "I'm sorry, I really didn't hear it. Will you go? If you don't go, I will go by myself."

"Wait for me!"

Xu Zilin was startled, and quickly followed. As for the cries of the women in the straw field, he listened carefully, but there seemed to be nothing there.

Did he hear it wrong?

The dark shadows on the path, the solitary grave by the weir pond, the cries of women in the straw field as high as a person Xu Zilin thought about these things all the way, and he, who had always believed in truth and faith, was hit by a huge shock at this moment. .

After finally meeting someone again, Han Feng began to knock on the door, "My fellow, is anyone there? We are the Eighth Route Army passing by and would like to borrow your house for one night."

After knocking for a long time, probably moved by Han Feng's unyielding spirit, an old voice came from inside: "No one."