Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Zhang Xiaotong is the king of children supported by others.

All the children in Dayang Village like to play with him.

He waved his arms and said that he was going to go fishing, and the other children responded and followed him; standing on the top of the stone, he played the leading role of the brave Red Army, the kind and righteous knight, the righteous thief who robbed the rich and gave to the poor, and the hero who saved the beauty.Zhang Xiaotong will also use his cleverness to save other children from various crises, such as a kite getting stuck in a tree, breaking an egg at home, falling into a deep pool, etc., and so on; He likes to make friends, is delicate in mind, and pays attention to children who are alone. Playing with him is fun and fun.Zhang Xiaotong's status as a baby in these mountains is rising day by day, and he gathers friends and companions when he goes out, and the momentum is huge and extremely lively.

Before the age of ten, Zhang Xiaotong loved Dayang Village in summer the most.Love it at night with stars shining, love it at night with gentle breeze, listening to cicadas and frogs, chatting with everyone in the shade under the big banyan tree, hiding in the village and playing soldiers and catching bandits.

Dayang Village in summer is so interesting.

Nine-year-old Zhang Xiaotong is at ease.

The rotation of spring and winter is another summer.

Ten-year-old Zhang Xiaotong and others were playing soldiers and catching bandits at the entrance of the village.

One soldier, nine bandits, Dayang Village is busy hunting ghosts.

However, after playing for a long time, this group of children who love the new and dislike the old are inevitably a little bored.

Zhang Xiaotong proposed to change the game time to night.

"Soldiers catching bandits, the daytime has the fun of the day, and the night has the taste of the night. When the soldiers come, they drill into the mountains, and the lights disappear, and the ground disappears." Zhang Xiaotong pointed to a green mountain forest not far away, full of interest.

The 14-year-old Liu Danian is the oldest of the group, and he is not as courageous as Zhang Xiaotong. He objected: "The adults said not to run into the mountains at night, the mountain ghosts will eat children!"

Nine-year-old Xiao Hei looks gentle, but he is the most excited: "I like it! Just tonight!"

The other children also chirped and responded one after another. Zhang Xiaotong smiled slyly: "The bandit can choose to enter the mountain or not, it depends on whether you dare or not."

So the evening game session was decided.

Although everyone was coaxing before the start, as if they were not afraid of anything, no one dared to step into the mountains during the game.

"Withered bones under the moon, infants and children cry, white mist is boundless, demons and monsters."

The legends and anecdotes instilled in them by the adults have been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the children, and they have a natural awe of Dayang Mountain at night.

Liu Danian was a soldier, relying on his sharp eyesight, he caught bandits from all corners. The people who were caught sighed, and Xiao Hei was full of boredom, and kept yelling that the soldiers and bandits at night were the same as during the day, and there was no difference.

"Let's see who is missing." Liu Danian gradually entered the scene, complacently counting his trophies, and found that there were still two people short.

"We still need Zhang Xiaotong," Liu Danian said, "and a rich boy."

"But I've searched in every corner of the village, and I haven't found any trace of them."

"Report, my lord, I think they must be hiding at home!" The bean-sprout-like water sprouts raised their hands and rushed to answer.

"No, no, boy must have entered the mountain!" Xiao Hei became excited, but no one listened to him.

A group of bandits followed the soldiers and went to the village to catch two fish that slipped through the net.

The moon slowly hung on the treetops, and the night gradually deepened. The children asked every household and went into the house to search, but they found nothing.

Their turbulent behavior alarmed the adults who thought they were just playing around.

The adults realized that something was wrong and caught the child to ask. Xiao Hei was scared at this moment and said tremblingly: "They must have entered the mountain. This time we can enter the mountain!"

"Who? Who entered the mountain?" The village head asked in surprise.

"We didn't find them in the village, maybe they went into the mountains." Liu Danian lowered his head and whispered.

Zhang Xiaotong's father didn't see his son among this group of children, and he felt a little bit in his heart: "Xiaotong?"

Several children nodded eagerly.

"There's Fu'er!" Xiao Hei answered before Fu'er's father could say anything, and Fu'er's mother, Mrs. Li, felt dizzy when she heard that.

The other children saw the serious expressions of the adults, and they hadn't seen the figures of the two little friends, and anxiety appeared on their immature faces.

Even after entering the mountain, according to Zhang Xiaotong's personality, he should have jumped in front of them long ago, and Fu'er is usually not such a careless person, so it is impossible to see him for so long.

A game among children, and finally developed to the whole village.

The men held up the flaming torches and dived into the pitch-black mountain. Among the long fire dragons, the anxious calls echoed in the secluded mountain, like a stone thrown into a deep lake, with no ripples and no response.

The children were ordered not to set foot outside the house.

Xiao Hei was lying on the window, looking at the mountains not far away, the winding thin fire dragons, and the faint, distant shouts that came from the wind.

"Little boy—"

"Fuer—"

It's like a summoning order from the underworld.

Xiao Hei shivered, and retracted his small body back into the room.