After inheriting the Taoist temple in the haunted house, the ancestors appeared

Daoist Qinglin thought so, turned around, and continued to walk forward.

That day, they went up the mountain to see their ancestral graves. They thought they could go down the mountain in the afternoon, so they only brought a little food and water.

Unexpectedly, after going up the mountain, the more they went up, the darker the sky became. When they realized that something was wrong and wanted to go back, they found that they could not go out.

Daoist Qinglin thought he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall, but it was useless to break the formation several times. The sky was so dark, like black ink, even if he put his hand next to his face, he couldn't see half of it.

The six people fell and collided like blind men.

Boss Zhang and the female secretary, who had never seen the world, were the first to collapse in panic. They screamed sharply. Finally, the strong man also lost control of his emotions.

Daoist Qinglin and his two apprentices tried their best to comfort the three of them. They picked up damp firewood from the ground and lit it, which gave a little light, and then led them down the road, but the six of them seemed to have encountered a ghost hitting the wall. Repeated over and over again.

After walking three or four times in a row, they didn't go out from this ghost place. At this time, several people were exhausted physically and mentally. In addition to the cold weather, they decided to find a place to take shelter from the cold, take a rest, and see if they could wait until dawn.

After all, when the sun rises, the evil spirits retreat.

With this in mind, the few of them found a cave, picked up branches and lit it, and waited all night in torment.

But the dawn did not come as promised. The time on the phone was already past 12:[-] noon, but the surrounding area was still dark.

The girl kept calling for help with her mobile phone, but even light couldn't penetrate here, so how could there be a signal.

The sun has not risen yet, and Taoist Qinglin can only continue to lead the five people to find the exit down the mountain, groping around without knowing the time and direction.

This time, Daoist Qinglin did not lead the way in a hurry, but found an open space, stood there quietly, closed his eyes and felt, trying to identify the direction.

After a long time, Boss Zhang couldn't help but said, "Daoist Qinglin, shall we...don't leave?"

"Wait a moment."

He squatted on the ground, put the torch close to the ground, and carefully observed the growth of weeds on the ground.

Strange to say, this place is dark, but there are weeds and snow, the original plants on Qiji Mountain are not lacking here.

Daoist Qinglin wondered if they had entered the mirror world on Mount Qiji where the sunlight could not reach.

When he was meditating just now, he was thinking, without sunlight, how did the weeds grow here?

Plants need photosynthesis, so can he distinguish the direction from the growth.

The ground was so dark that the torch in his hand could only find an inch of ground.

He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Yiheng, Yiling, let the torch shine on you."

When the two young Taoist priests heard the words, they immediately came over.

Daoist Qinglin: "Shoot the torch toward the ground."

The two of them did so, and the three fires gathered together, finally lighting up a small area, and the blackened ice and snow gradually melted, revealing the weeds below.

Daoist Qinglin didn't care about the dirt and cold, so he stretched out his hands to pick up the weeds and found the roots of the weeds.

Sure enough, the weeds in this area are growing in one direction.

Daoist Qinglin showed joy, and took the two apprentices to the side to check.

Boss Zhang was watching from the side. He didn't understand what they were doing. He just felt that his body was very cold, especially around his neck, as if he was bound by something, and he felt more and more out of breath.

He watched the three of them walking forward, and subconsciously wanted to keep up, but found that his feet seemed to have grown roots, and he couldn't take a step no matter what, and he couldn't make a sound with his mouth open.

He grabbed at his neck with his hands, but he couldn't catch anything. The bondage seemed to stick to his skin, and he didn't know what it was on his back. It was getting heavier and heavier, making him unable to breathe until I can't afford to lose my waist.

Even though he was wearing a thick down jacket, he could clearly feel the coldness on his back, and his teeth chattered from the cold.

He waved the torch in his hand vigorously, trying to attract the attention of the three people in front.

But Daoist Qinglin and the others were too excited, they focused on checking the weeds on the ground, and didn't notice his abnormality at all.

Zhang Pingxin struggled with strength, but there was nothing to do. Seeing the three of them getting farther and farther away from him, and the light of the torch could not be seen at all, he couldn't help feeling a sense of despair.

It's over, after holding on for so long, am I still going to die in this ghost place?

The surroundings are like black ink, only the torch in his hand is emitting a faint light, just like his heart at this moment, hoping that Qinglin Daochang and the three will find that he is missing and come back to find him.

The strength on the neck was gradually tightening, depriving him of the breath in his chest, Zhang Pingxin could feel his tongue stretching out unconsciously, and his legs trembled slightly because they couldn't support the weight on his back.

He's about to fall, it's over, it's really over now!

Zhang Pingxin kept shouting in his heart, but there was silence around him.

The thought of giving up came into his heart. At this moment, even a god could not save him. Instead of struggling in pain, it would be better to die.

The torch in his hand fell to the ground, his tongue was sticking out, his eyes were rolled up, leaving only the whites of his eyes, just a second before he pulled back and was about to fall.

A gravitational force slapped on his back, and the eardrum was destroyed by a scream that was neither male nor female. The pressure on his back that was as heavy as a mountain disappeared, followed by a warm feeling on his neck, and the sense of restraint disappeared instantly. Air re-entered his chest cavity.

Zhang Pingxin fell to his knees, supporting the cold ground with his hands, breathing hard and coughing violently.

He is not dead?

He was rescued?

who rescued him?

Zhang Pingxin's face was full of surprise, and when he went back to visit, he could only see a piece of blackness.

"Yes... who saved me?"

A cold voice echoed: "Who are you?"

"Zhang...Zhang Pingxin."

"Oh."

Tang Gui took a photo with a flashlight, but he couldn't see anything. He kicked with his foot, and the back of his foot touched the limp person on the ground: "Stand up."

"Okay... okay."

Zhang Pingxin said a few good words in a row, picked up the torch that was still burning firmly on the ground, and stood up.

A torch and a strong light from a flashlight finally tore through the darkness like ink, and barely saw the opponent's face.

Zhang Pingxin only thought that the voice was very young and pleasant, but he didn't expect that the other party was also very handsome. After sizing him up with dark eyes, he handed over a piece of talisman paper: "Take it."

"Good good!"

Tang Gui: "If you want to collect money, remember to give it to me when you go out."

Hearing this, Zhang Pingxin was taken aback for a moment, and then turned into shock, joy, and excitement.

Go out to him, that is to say, this person can bring himself out of this ghost place!

"Okay!" He replied very loudly: "As long as you take me out, you can pay as much as you want!"

Spend money to buy your life, for the first time in your life!

At this time, a stick was handed to him: "Grab it, follow me."

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Pingxin immediately grasped it.

In fact, Tang Gui couldn't see the surrounding environment, and he relied on Chu Yang's navigation.

"Are you alone here?" he asked.

"No... no, there are six people. I came out with Daoist Qinglin and the others just now, but it's too dark here. Daoist Qinglin seems to have found a way to get out. The three of them were so excited that they forgot about me." Zhang Pingxin Thinking of the horrible experience just now, he asked, "By the way, Master, what was that just now?"

Tang Gui: "A kid who wants to harm people."

Zhang Pingxin swallowed: "Fortunately, the master showed up in time, otherwise my life would be lost."

Tang Gui: "Tang Gui, my name."

Zhang Pingxin: "Oh, Master Tang."

Tang Gui: "...I am not a master."

Zhang Pingxin: "In my opinion, you are a master."

Saved his life, it is like a god alive!

Tang Gui didn't bother to correct him, and asked, "Where did the others go?"

Zhang Pingxin pointed in a direction: "It should be here."

It's so dark in here, I can't tell the direction at all.

Tang Gui shook Chu Yang's hand and asked, "Did you see it?"

"No."

Zhang Pingxin was startled by the sudden clear voice, and only then did he realize that there were two people in front of him.

He didn't sound like an easygoing person, so he kept his mouth shut, held the torch to the ground, and silently followed behind the two of them.

It was very dark around, and Chu Yang could only distinguish the surroundings by his perception.

It was he who told Tang Gui just now that there was a ghost and the breath of a living person over there, and Tang Gui was able to save Zhang Pingxin.

Zhang Pingdao: "It stands to reason that they can't go far."

He tried to shout loudly: "Daoist Qinglin!"

The voice was loud, and there was even an echo, but there was no response from the other party.

"It's strange, it's obviously less than a few minutes before and after, they can't go too far."

Then he yelled twice.

However, there was still no answer.

Similarly, Yiheng and Yiling also noticed that there was no one behind them.

"Master, Boss Zhang seems to have lost track of him."

Only then did Priest Qinglin raise his head, took a torch and looked around, frowning: "Why didn't he keep up?"

The two young priests shook their heads, but thinking that their master couldn't see their movements, they responded aloud: "I don't know."

Daoist Qinglin: "Shout a few times and try."

The two immediately shouted loudly, but no one responded after several calls.

Yiling clicked his tongue: "It's strange, we haven't walked very far yet, how could Boss Zhang not hear us?"

Yiheng said: "Could it be that he heard it, but didn't want to return to us?"

Daoist Qinglin shook his head: "No."

Boss Zhang is a smart man. He knew that with his own ability, it was impossible to get out of this place, so he followed them closely. If he didn't keep up, it might be... something happened.

In addition to them, there is also a kid who has been dead for an unknown amount of time.

But if he was entangled by the little ghost, why wouldn't he call for help?

Daoist Qinglin looked around vigilantly, and said, "This place is very evil, you two should be careful and follow me closely."

Yiheng asked, "Master, what should we do now?"

Daoist Qinglin: "Go back and find someone."

Now that he knew that he could tell the direction through the weeds, he should not be in a hurry, and he should find Boss Zhang first.

They walked back along the way they came, but after walking a certain distance, Taoist Qinglin noticed something strange.

The three of them obviously walked back, but the weeds on the ground still all pointed forward.

Daoist Qinglin didn't believe in evil, he fell back a few steps, looked at the direction on the ground, still pointed in the forward direction, and motioned him to continue to back up.

That is to say, no matter which direction he walks, the direction of the wild grass is always going forward.

Seeing this, Daoist Qinglin couldn't help but lose control of his emotions and kicked hard to the ground to vent his anger.

Yiheng and Yiling didn't understand what was going on, so they hurriedly asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Daoist Qinglin panted heavily, with a bit of decadence in his tone, and said discouragedly: "We may be bound to die here."

The author has something to say: Good night~