death of mountain god

What is forcing?Everyone has a few untouchable points in their hearts, Shen Yuntan's rationality told him that the person in front of him is not a ghost, and of course he has no way of knowing what happened so long ago.

But, when he thought of his powerlessness at the beginning, he felt like a nightmare, full of hatred.

That person would also feel that he was forcing, obviously he was lying in the coffin and rotting, and he took the last step without self-control.

Shen Yuntan's shoulders were stiff, and on the wet ground, which was exactly the same as the hell, he tried his best to empty out the hopeless emotions, and gradually regained his calm.

"Did you hear anything?"

Zhou Li put his ear close to the ground, and heard intermittent human voices, unlike conversations, his tone was quite up and down, with a sense of rhythm, he nodded: "Continue to walk in this direction and try."

The white mist was chilling in bursts. At first glance, it was as if separated by a veil, and the silhouettes of the trees in the distance could barely be distinguished, as if monsters and monsters were waiting for them to throw themselves into the net. He trembled and stared at the The ground ahead quickened its pace.

Shen Yuntan estimated the distance, and it only took a few minutes. He followed Zhou Li unhurriedly, with no expression on his face: "I sound like Cheng Wenzhe's voice, maybe it's a little far away, and I feel a little no the same."

The voice became clearer and clearer, "People in the mountains are fragrant and duruo, drinking stone springs and shady pines and cypresses..."

Like Cheng Wenzhe's voice on the phone, Zhou Li suddenly realized: "Xiao Cheng is quite smart, and specially recorded a voice calling for help."

But what the hell is this recording?He has never heard the cry for help in the poetry recitation version. Don't most people shout for help at the top of their lungs and get straight to the point?

For this "smart" evaluation, Shen Yuntan really couldn't agree with it. Although he couldn't guess what Cheng Wenzhe wanted to do, but after listening to the song of the single cycle for so long, he always felt that this person was on the edge of his horn.

"Anyway, it's good that people are fine." He patted Zhou Li on the shoulder, "Don't rush forward, look around first."

A few steps away, a pine tree with a strange shape came straight into view. The pine needles were rich in color, and the main trunk was slightly curved near the root. Cheng Wenzhe was sitting on the ground, just leaning against the recess of the trunk. Like a tree swallowed.

Zhou Li shouted: "Cheng Wenzhe!"

The wind blows and the leaves fall, no one answers, only the screen of the mobile phone next to it is on, the vinyl record keeps spinning, and the mountain ghost festival song is repeated in this small open space. Cheng Wenzhe closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head, as if sleeping caught.

Zhou Li suddenly felt vigilant, reset the spider silk ring that had circled them several times, and bent his knees to check.

After briefly checking the vital signs, everything was normal, so he immediately slapped him: "Wake up?"

There was still no movement, Zhou Li suspected that he had acted too lightly, and raised his hand again with all his strength, but was stopped by Shen Yuntan: "He seems to be awake."

Cheng Wenzhe's looks are actually not bad, and his sense of camera is also good. Maybe this is his professional talent?In reality, that face was too pale without a filter to polish it. At this moment, a few red marks appeared on the right side of the face, and the clothes that were originally flat were wrinkled, black and yellow. A slap in the face, but abused for a long time.

Cheng Wenzhe frowned and twitched his eyelashes a few times. In the next second, he opened his eyes unsurprisingly, looked at Zhou Li for a moment, and spoke slowly: "I just... saw Huang Quan."

Hearing this, Zhou Li pondered, and asked uncertainly, "Yellow River?"

It's even more wrong.He thought back to the particularity of the mountain ghost. It is indeed the place where the Yellow Spring flows, but what flows through is the underground ghost. Unless you open the eyes of the sky, you can't see through the surface, right?

Cheng Wenzhe's body became sluggish from this sleep, and when he moved a little, the bones in his joints creaked, and he showed an unnatural smile: "I've slept, my whole body is numb."

Shen Yuntan suddenly pressed his shoulder: "After sleeping, don't stand up in a hurry, be careful of brain hypoxia."

Cheng Wenzhe stopped his movements, and sat back slowly,

Shen Yuntan glanced at his fingers, in his sight, the place where he just touched Cheng Wenzhe turned black and dark, as if his fingertips had been wiped with soot, he looked straight into Cheng Wenzhe's eyes: "What does Huang Quan look like?"

Huangquan is not dirty and muddy sewage mixed with mud, but extremely clear. It can be seen that there are many things that are not worthy of the name.

Zhou Li thought to himself, one or two of them can't grasp the key points, so what's the point of meddling with these things?It's no good to think too much, so he stopped talking: "Forget it, isn't the underworld just imagined by people? Tomb robbers dig too many graves, and they always dig out a pile of yellow mud, so they think that the underground is full of such things. Yellowish liquid. In addition, since ancient times, places such as the underworld and the underworld have been placed deep underground by people. The underworld with strict hierarchy... If you talk about it too much, it will become real."

He babbled nonsense, which made Cheng Wenzhe dizzy for a while. He picked up Shen Yuntan's question and answered: "I was standing by the Huangquan River just now. There is no blue phosphorous fire, no pale and empty soul, and no ghosts all over the floor." Bright red amaryllis flowers."

He took a deep breath, and continued to describe: "The air here is very humid and lively, but when I stood by the river, the air was stale and cold, and I couldn't see a living thing around me. It was as quiet as a silent film, and the river was clear. But I couldn’t see the bottom, and then I jumped down and kept sinking, like being tied to a stone, the further I went down, the colder the water was, and I felt like I was going to be frozen into an ice sculpture in a second.”

Shen Yuntan interrupted him: "Can you breathe in water?"

Yes, people can breathe in the water?But the feeling he said was not suffocating at all, only cold, Zhou Li didn't speak, he felt that Shen Yuntan's state was not right, as if he was suspicious of something.

Cheng Wenzhe's face hadn't recovered yet, he supported the tree trunk and stood up, Shi Shiran retrieved the phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and checked a few new messages.

Zhou Li stared at the full signal, and took a closer look: "Xiao Cheng, why didn't you call us?"

Cheng Wenzhe's hands trembled, he casually tapped the screen, and turned on the calculator.

"Why are you turning on the calculator?" The strange recording just now popped up in Zhou Yue's mind, and he immediately asked, "By the way, the recording just now was for help, right? Do you think it's too embarrassing to call for help?"

Cheng Wenzhe stayed on the computer page for a long time. Most people would click on the translucent floating ball when exiting, but he directly pressed the Home button.

The mode of the playlist on the mobile phone is a single track loop, and the track that is being paused says "recording, mountain ghost".

Zhou Li was thoughtful: "Xiao Cheng... nothing happened to you, right? Why are you unfamiliar with your mobile phone?"

At the same time, he quickly took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, shouted loudly, and pressed the yellow talisman between two fingers to Cheng Wenzhe's Yintang point.

Cheng Wenzhe couldn't avoid it, and stood there blankly, his eyes lost for a moment, his nose fluttered, and the yellow talisman hanging from his forehead fluttered rhythmically. At first glance, it seemed a little funny.

But no one could laugh at this moment, Zhou Li shook his hand in front of Cheng Wenzhe's eyes, trying to awaken his consciousness.

"To dispel evil spirits." Zhou Li explained, "Look at his distraught appearance, don't be caught by a ghost, just give it a try."

The ancient seal characters on the yellow talisman paper gradually melted away and turned black after a few minutes. Zhou Li's expression gradually became solemn, and with a wave of his hand, the carbonized paper talisman covered Cheng Wenzhe's face.

"Ah—" Cheng Wenzhe's body trembled suddenly, and then he squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, and it took him a while to calm down.

He half-lyed on the tree again as if exhausted, muttering: "Boss Xiao Zhou, I have made a lot of sacrifices, it's really terrible."

Zhou Li squatted down and looked at him: "Speak slowly, what's going on?"

Cheng Wenzhe closed his eyes and leaned against the tree to think about it, with a very calm expression: "I think there must be something wrong with my physique. Does Boss Xiao Zhou test the horoscope? Can you help resolve it?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Li felt deeply powerless, and he emphasized: "Let me tell you, being a fortune teller is a profession. I can't do it. I'm just a monster manager, and I'm only limited to the acre of Qingyang. In three points, things like Bazi are really not in the scope of business."

Cheng Wenzhe understood, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, somewhat disdainful, somewhat resigned: "All right. Have you heard that recording?"

Zhou Li nodded: "Mountain ghost? It's the one mentioned on the road, right?"

"Well, there was no signal at the time, and I was very desperate. Then I turned over this cached webpage and started recording. After the recording, I kept playing the single loop."

What kind of brain circuit is this...

Cheng Wenzhe sighed: "I don't know what I thought at the time. I firmly believed that this thing could attract mountain ghosts. You also feel very speechless, right?"

Before he had time to agree, he went on to say: "But the fact is... the mountain ghost was really lured out by me."

He watched helplessly as the mountain ghost came out of the crooked-neck tree unhurriedly, squatted beside him, pinched his neck with one hand, covered his eyes with the other, and then...he fainted.

Cheng Wenzhe stopped for a long time, staring straight ahead, Zhou Li waited for the follow-up, and asked in doubt: "And then?"

"Then I fainted." Cheng Wenzhe spread his hands helplessly, "But before he fainted, he said that it would be good to put the beast's blood in the hole of this tree. Then there will be something to guide us out of the mountain as soon as possible."

Zhou Li heaved a sigh of relief and came to his senses: "Mountain ghosts are not always watching the movement in the mountains, they only appear in places with visions. This sacrificial song attracted the mountain ghosts, and Xiao Cheng Just at that time, the ghosts wandering in the mountains got on their bodies, and only ghosts can see the underworld, and they don’t need to breathe when entering the water. The mountain ghosts didn’t want to take another life, so they pointed us in the direction through the branches.”

Shen Yuntan still frowned, the previous few sentences still had evidence to follow, but he was very clear about the branch, and it had nothing to do with the mountain ghost.

what to do?Let's just leave it at that, anyway, I'll keep an eye on it, nothing major will happen.