Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Zhang Xiaotong was afraid, but he still tapped the man's shoulder lightly with his hand, which meant to comfort him.

The man let go of Zhang Xiaotong, and repeated coldly: "Who am I?"

"You are a mountain ghost..." Halfway through Zhang Xiaotong's words, there were suddenly many people laughing and giggling.

"It's also a sacred tree." Zhang Xiaotong bit the bullet and finished speaking, and the laughter became louder.

Zhang Xiaotong was nervously waiting for the trial, but the man let out a low laugh, like a suppressed laugh stuffed in a gourd.

"Did I say something wrong?" Zhang Xiaotong thought about it, and felt that what he said made sense.

The man let out an unintelligible sigh.

The sniggering around him was gone.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Xiaotong touched the air in front of him with his hand, it was empty.

The man disappeared.

Zhang Xiaotong held down his beating heart and waited for a while, but when there was no movement, he rushed out of the cave and ran for his life.

He walked through the gaps in the branches, stepped over the protruding rhizomes in the soil, and ran back to the place where he fell in the first place. He was still panting, and found that a thick branch appeared here at some point.It protruded from the ground next to it and extended up to the mouth of the well. He was ecstatic, disregarding the sore muscles and his body that was about to fall apart, he was about to climb up, thinking of Brother Fuer, he jumped down again, shouting Brother Fuer .

No one responded.

Afraid of the mountain ghosts living here, he didn't dare to call out again after the first call, like a mouse on the stove, turning around anxiously, but he didn't see Fu'er.

Zhang Xiaotong stopped in front of the banyan tree.Could Brother Fuer have gone out?

With a glimmer of expectation, he slowly backed away.

Brother Fu rushed over and found that he was dragged into the hole. He would definitely want to go back to the village and call for the adults to save me, but there was a way out, so he must have left!

Zhang Xiaotong felt that the world brightened up.He wants to go home!

Before Zhang Xiaotong left, he turned his head and wanted to take one last look at the banyan tree.But just one glance made Zhang Xiaotong's pupils dilate and he couldn't move forward.

At the top of the banyan tree, there is a person hanging there.

The branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the distance is too far for him to see clearly.

Could it be that the corpse was eaten by the mountain ghost?

Zhang Xiaotong stood there for a long time, and finally, he jumped onto a protruding rhizome on the ground, and climbed towards the figure with the help of continuously winding and layered branches.

Legend has it that mountain ghosts swallow even bones, so how could there be bones?

He sat astride an outstretched branch, pushed aside the leaves that blocked his view, and saw Fu'er.

Fu'er's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and his small body shook slightly because of his movements.

Zhang Xiaotong hesitated, and slowly stretched out his hand to touch him, but for some reason, the surroundings vibrated, causing him to almost fall from the tree. He hugged the trunk under him tightly, but saw the black blood that had solidified on the trunk peel off like rust. , one after another, turned into countless black butterflies, flying wantonly in this space. ,

"Brother Fuer—" Thousands of butterflies fluttered their wings continuously, like a black tornado, swallowing Zhang Xiaotong's voice.

"You are here again."

In the chaos, an old voice echoed in Zhang Xiaotong's ear clearly.

"Who are you?" After Zhang Xiaotong saw Fu'er, his eyes were already glazed over, and his tone of voice was a little weaker than usual.

The old voice did not answer him, and said to himself: "This time, what is your wish?"

"Are you a divine tree?" Zhang Xiaotong returned to his senses and looked at the big tree below him.

The old voice replied: "It used to be." Then he continued to ask persistently: "What is your wish? "

More and more butterflies came and surrounded Zhang Xiaotong. The breeze from the wings blows away the dirty air here.Zhang Xiaotong encountered many strange things, from the fear at the beginning to the confusion now, no matter what kind of mood or emotion, it can't match the obsession in his heart.

"I want to go home." Zhang Xiaotong didn't cry, his voice was extremely weak.

The old voice asked: "Is this your wish?"

Zhang Xiaotong raised his head slightly and saw Fu'er who had been hung up, his throat was blocked by something, and said, "I want to go home with Brother Fu'er, back to the village."

The old voice revealed a trace of fatigue: "Okay, I have received this wish."

After speaking, countless butterflies flew up and rolled up Zhang Xiaotong.

"Keep it a secret, go back to the village and wait for him."

"Why can't we go back together?"

"Because he is dead." The old voice was flat.

Zhang Xiaotong was stunned for a long time, and finally he said softly: "Okay, I'll wait."

Surrounded by butterflies, Zhang Xiaotong crossed the banyan tree, waved away the darkness, and came to the other side of the cave. A stone staircase appeared in front of him, and the butterflies gently placed it on it. Zhang Xiaotong found that all the wounds on his body were gone. Feel relaxed.At the highest point, he found a small opening and bent down to get in.At this time, the old voice blew by the wind, leaving a sentence in his ear:

"I hope you are well."

Ten-year-old Zhang Xiaotong couldn't understand.