There are a lot of these tombs. Almost every few steps, there will be a small mound with a simple tombstone erected in front.
"Is this your Chinese version of ghost building a wall, ghost fluttering?"
Ge Weihan suddenly came close to my ear. Under the gloomy will-o'-the-wisp, his face looked particularly scary.
I swallowed and looked at Lao Jiang.
Lao Jiang was obviously an old man. He was used to these horrific things. Not only was he not frightened, but he was still in the mood to squat in front of the various tombstones and examine them.
In addition to the names of the deceased, these tombstones also have their age.
But the strange thing is that 80%25 of the dead here are young people, and no one is over thirty years old.
"Look, there!"
Following the direction of Ge Weihan's finger, we saw a wooden sign fluttering in the will-o'-the-wisp.
Three words are vaguely engraved on it: Hunter's Grave!
So, could the mounds here be the graves of hunters?
But why are all the young people dying?
Was it an attack by a wild beast or a horrific infectious disease...
The eerie will-o'-the-wisps were like green hands waving in the west. In this dark environment, they looked like invisible people walking with green lanterns.
A gust of wind blew by, and the surrounding bamboo leaves swayed, making a rustling sound, which was particularly scary.
I couldn't help but tighten my arm that was carrying Yin Ling'er. Fortunately, she didn't wake up at this moment, otherwise she would have fainted again.
But the yin energy here is so strong, staying here for a long time is definitely not an option!
However, Ge Weihan calmly explained to us the origin of these will-o'-the-wisps. He was not afraid at all. Apparently after being frightened just now, he still adhered to the theory of scientific supremacy. He opened his notebook and said: "Don't worry, these are not will-o'-the-wisps, they are phosphorus fires." ! There are often similar strange flames around the cemetery."
"This is because human bones contain phosphorus! After the corpse decomposes, after a series of chemical reactions, a substance called phosphine will be produced. This substance has a very low ignition point and can spontaneously ignite. In addition, the fluid flow rate is higher The principle is that the greater the pressure, the smaller the pressure. When people walk, they often cause this material to move behind them. When they look back, it looks like a will-o'-the-wisp moving. "
"Although the will-o'-the-wisps we see now are green, occasionally red and yellow appear. This is because the color of the will-o'-the-wisp will change with the color of the elements contained in the human body. If there are other special colors, it means that the body of the deceased is Certain trace elements are particularly abundant.”
Lao Jiang and I are actually not curious about where the so-called will-o'-the-wisps come from. Visiting graves has become commonplace over the years.
The only thing that piqued our curiosity was the name of the cemetery.
I looked at Lao Jiang and asked: "Master, are the people worshiped here all young people who went into the mountains to hunt and died? But I didn't hear that hunting can be done in Wawu Mountain? Also, why are all the young people who died here? More than ten people died?”
A series of questions filled my mind, making me feel that there might be something terrible in Heizhugou.
But who built the tomb for the dead?
Facing a lot of my doubts, Lao Jiang pointed his hand eastward with a smile and said, "Look over there!"
I saw a small bamboo house built at the end of these more than 20 tomb buns. The bamboo house was very low and perfectly hidden in this dark environment. The bamboo leaves swaying in the wind added a layer of the best to it. camouflage.
Looking at the looming green hut, I lost my composure and pointed in its direction and trembled: "There are people living here?"
Even Ge Weihan swallowed his saliva. Under the blazing torch, a face that was hesitant to speak was reflected.
We took a few steps forward to take a closer look.
As a result, when we got closer, we discovered that there was a faint light shining through the small bamboo house.
Now none of us dare to speak!
You must know that at first everyone just guessed that it was an abandoned wooden house, which was just right for a night's stay. But damn, are there really living people living in this mountain?
Also, who would be so perverted that they insist on living in this mass grave and not be too scared to panic, not afraid of nightmares at night, and not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door at night?
There was a smile in Lao Jiang's eyes and he whispered: "What if he is the owner of those deer?"
This sentence shocked me, and yes, if there is a living person in this mountain, wouldn't it be the mysterious man who tamed the deer?
Although this mass grave was very scary, in order for Yin Ling'er to have a good rest all night and to solve the mystery in our hearts, we finally came to the simple bamboo house.
There is no latch on the door of the bamboo house, so the door opens with a slight push.
But the strange thing is that it is empty except for an oil lamp burning and a raincoat hanging. Let alone humans, there are no ghosts.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Just when I was about to go in to find someone, suddenly, a hard object pressed against my waist. It was a shotgun!
A hoarse voice sounded in my ears at the same time: "Don't... move!"
It turned out that the other party was hiding behind the door.
Even if I wanted to raise my hands to surrender with Silver Bell on my back, I couldn't. When Lao Jiang and Ge Weihan met, I had to raise my hands.
"Tell me, who are you?" The hoarse voice had to speak again. He spoke very slowly, like the sound made when a rotten old wooden door is pushed, with an old, dry feeling of discomfort.
It seemed that the other party had not spoken to each other for a long time and had lost the ability to communicate normally.
I turned my head slightly, trying to see clearly who could make such a sound.
What caught his eye was an old man with a gray beard. He was dressed in cloth and an old yellow belt. He was unkempt and looked like a hunter. The face was weathered, the skin was red and black, and the ravines were full of traces of time. It was obviously the imprint of years of living in the mountains.
With such a face, I couldn't guess his age. He felt like he was fifty years old, but he was hunched over like a seventy-year-old man.
The old man held a dark single-barreled shotgun in his hand. This shotgun was older than him. Because this is not a gun in the modern sense, but the kind of firecracker used in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
In other words, the shotguns of that period were particularly troublesome to use. First, an iron bead had to be inserted into the barrel, and then gunpowder was filled into the barrel.
In short, his one shot was enough for our submachine gun to fire a bunch of bullets...
But now that the gun is pressed against my body, it means that my life and fortune are also in the hands of the other party. Seeing me trying to turn around, the old man was so angry that he pushed the barrel of the gun forward: "Be honest!"
