After I placed the silver bell, the old man poured some water for us to moisten our throats.
He added some oil to the lamp again, and the room became a little brighter.
It seemed that he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time. When he put down his hostility to a few of us, he just started chatting and kept talking!
It turns out that his name is Lao Qiang, and he has been with his hunting rifle all his life.
It can be said that that gun is his half-life and his only companion!
As he spoke, Lao Qiang stroked the long-outdated fire blunderbuss, with a deep nostalgia in his eyes.
Perhaps it was precisely because Lao Jiang didn't destroy the gun just now, but gave it back to him again, that he lowered his guard against us.
Lao Jiang was a total flatterer. Seeing that he loved shotguns so much, he couldn't help but compliment him: "Uncle, how did you know that we entered Heizhugou? That shot just now really caught us off guard."
Lao Qiang was amused and laughed loudly: "This is the hunter's first sleep. For the sake of you calling me uncle, I will give you a few words. If you want to survive in Wawu Mountain, you must trust your first sleep. This first awakening has saved me from several dangers of death.”
"There are wolves, tigers, and things more terrifying than them at night in this mountain..."
At this point, Lao Qiang's eyes suddenly flashed with fear, as if he had seen the most feared nightmare in his life.
Just when we were expecting him to continue talking, Lao Qiang changed the subject and said, "I'd better not tell you anymore, so as not to scare you..."
Lao Qiang stood up suddenly. Under the oil lamp, his face flickered: "Heizhugou is cold at night. I will make you a pot of hot tea. After drinking it at night, have a good sleep. Let's return the same way tomorrow. ”
Lao Jiang pretended not to hear what Lao Qiang meant, narrowed his eyes and asked, "What if a few of us insist on continuing to move forward?"
The old man's face remained unchanged and he pointed to the cemetery outside: "Then I can only bury you there, just to keep you company."
The expression on his face did not change at all. Under the reflection of the green light, his old face added a bit of a strange and sinister feeling.
Lao Jiang and I looked at each other, speechless on the spot.
Ge Weihan stood up with a smile, offered Lao Qiang a cup of tea, and said respectfully: "Old Chinese, we are all very brave, why don't you give us some advice?"
Lao Qiang chuckled and drank the tea but did not answer.
But what he just said clearly aroused our curiosity, and every move of Lao Qiang made us feel that he knew a lot but didn't want to reveal it.
Lao Jiang and Ge Weihan were both scheming people. After looking at each other, they decided to talk to the old man!
In addition to pouring water and tea to Lao Qiang, they also took out the good things they had packed at the bottom of the box, showing great sincerity.
Lao Jiang gave the old man a pack of Hardmen and ordered it for him. Ge Weihan took out a small metal flask from his collection, his brows full of heartache: "Brother, to tell you the truth, I am not willing to drink the wine here, so I fell in love with you. Taste it by your light.”
After the metal flask was unsealed, a strong aroma of wine hit the nostrils, but it was not like grain wine. Instead, it exuded a mellow grape aroma.
"Why does this wine smell like fruit?" Lao Qiang was obviously curious.
Ge Weihan was so diligent that he filled the old gun with a smile on his face: "This is wine from a European manor. It is made from the best grapes. After drinking it, there will be a sweet aftertaste of grapes in your lips and teeth."
Lao Qiang's eyes lit up. This was his first time drinking foreign wine, and his face turned red.
"Your cigarette is also very good, not choking."
Lao Qiang felt comfortable after drinking, and took another puff of cigarette, feeling as satisfied as Lafayette.
He was delighted to be served the whole time, and the smile on his face never stopped for a moment.
Facing the insinuations of Lao Jiang and Ge Weihan, Lao Qiang was no longer as cautious as before, and finally began to tell us the secrets hidden in Heizhugou!
Nights in the mountains and forests are always particularly quiet.
It seemed like our bamboo house was the only one left in the entire Heizhugou, with a green light shining in the house.
We were sitting in the small bamboo house and could vaguely see the green phosphorus fire floating around outside, wandering around the world like lonely ghosts!
Lao Qiang was the first living person we met after entering Wawu Mountain. We don't know how brave he is to live in the graveyard.
Seeing him almost ready to speak and almost sigh, I hurriedly asked the first question: "Master Qiang, are you the only one who lives here? Where are the others?"
The wind swayed the bamboos, making a tinkling sound. Lao Qiang glanced outside and said in a hoarse voice: "They are all... dead..."
Immediately, he began to tell his story.
It turns out that Lao Qiang's ancestral home is in Hubei Province. Because his ancestors committed a crime, he fled all the way here.
There were probably dozens of people at that time. After drifting here, they settled here for generations.
Everyone makes a living by hunting and living a self-sufficient life. It was fine at first, but then something happened in Heizhugou, and now he is the only one left...
Something happened?
Lao Jiang and I looked at each other and immediately thought of the hunter's grave outside, so I quickly asked him what was going on.
Lao Qiang was already drunk at this time, but when he heard the word "Hunter's Grave", his expression changed. He glanced at the door and window with fear on his face, lowered his voice and said: "There are mountain ghosts in Heizhugou." ”
“Yama Oni?”
My voice couldn't help but get louder, and Lao Qiang was so frightened that he tried to cover my mouth.
I quickly spit a few mouthfuls of bah bah bah on the ground, and said childish words, childlike words, childlike words, childlike words, and childish words.
Lao Jiang snorted from the side and said, "Are you the only one who is still a child?"
Ge Weihan became curious. He scolded us not to interrupt, then poured another glass of wine for Lao Qiang and asked him to continue talking.
While listening to Lao Qiang telling stories, he carefully wrote down some important information in his notes.
"Mountain ghosts don't choose specific days to go out. Sometimes it's cloudy, sometimes it's sunny. In short, these ghosts come here several times a year to look for beautiful men."
"Looking for a man?" I was shocked.
Lao Qiang nodded and said: "Yes, you don't know, right? There is a legend of 'Fox Marriage' circulating here. Once a young hunter is attracted, the fox will first give a betrothal gift, and then come to welcome the bride. When the bride is welcomed, the sky will There will be a sun rain, which means: the yin and yang will be adjusted, and they will be harmonious for a hundred years."
"Have you seen the graves of young people outside? They are all sons-in-law who have been spotted by foxes. As long as they are the young people who are targeted by them, they will never be able to escape..."
Suddenly there was a thunder outside, which shocked us all!
