Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

The big banyan tree standing in front of them has well-developed branches and occupies the entire space.The disgusting smell of blood came over the sky, making Zhang Xiaotong nauseated.

Fu'er stretched out her arms to hug Zhang Xiaotong, and buried her head in his neck.

Zhang Xiaotong took a deep breath, raised his hand and stroked Fu'er's back: "Brother Fu'er..."

Before he finished speaking, the cane that had been wrapped around his ankle was pulled back, and Zhang Xiaotong fell to the ground, screaming, and was dragged on the ground, the rough ground rubbed his already bruised body and bled. , Zhang Xiaotong bumped into a branch in the process of speeding forward, knocked the black mud on his face, and made a hole in his forehead, and warm blood flowed down the corner of his forehead.Zhang Xiaotong cried out in pain.Taking advantage of this pause, Zhang Xiaotong found Fu'er standing where he was, with his head down, wondering if he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

"Brother Fuer!" Zhang Xiaotong yelled, the branches of the banyan tree continued to drag him in, and he had to use his arms to protect his face, passing through thick or thin branches.The dirt on the branches covered him all over.These fine dust, like pot ash, drilled into his nose, and the bloody smell that had always existed was coming from these things.

During the dragging, through the gaps in the arms, Zhang Xiaotong found that the branches were not sludge, but blood that had clotted. After time, it became the source of the stench.

"There are a few more courageous ones who ran up the mountain during the day and saw hundreds of trees with blood all over their trunks." The old lady Shen's old voice echoed in his mind.

Zhang Xiaotong took a sharp breath, stretched out his hand to try to loosen the restraints on his feet, but it was useless, he watched a dark hole suddenly appeared in front of him, a dark hole intertwined with drooping branches, like the mouth of a giant beast, and he is constantly approaching there.

Zhang Xiaotong trembled all over, and shouted for help angrily.

No one responded.

"Father! Mother!" Zhang Xiaotong's voice was hoarse, and when he looked back, Fu'er was as small as a match.

They have been far apart.

"Brother Fuer! Help me!"

Zhang Xiaotong went to the doctor in a hurry and shouted in panic.As soon as the words came out, Zhang Xiaotong thought, Brother Fu'er came up to die.

Brother Fu Er should hurry back to the village and tell the adults.

Zhang Xiaotong shrank into a ball and gave up struggling.

I just hope that the mountain ghost will not nibble on him slowly, but just swallow him in one gulp, he is afraid of pain.

Tears rolled in the eyes, blurred.Then he saw Fu'er's figure growing rapidly in the distance.

Zhang Xiaotong looked up in disbelief.

After hearing his yell, Fu'er actually ran this way!

Zhang Xiaotong grabbed the protruding roots on the ground with his hands, and his fingers were scratched many times.

Fu'er's speed was very fast, and he had already run to the periphery of the banyan tree's branches.

Tears welled up in Zhang Xiaotong's eyes, and he shouted without hesitation: "Don't come over!"

"Don't come here! Run!"

In the midst of crying, he was dragged into the hole, and at the same time there was a faint chuckle in his ear.

Cold and evil.