But Lao Jiang noticed something was wrong: "There's something wrong with what you said. Why is it a mountain ghost and a fox? Could it be that the fox is the mountain ghost?"
Lao Qiang shook his head: "No! The fox is a matchmaker and is responsible for finding young men. The young men who were taken away were eventually sacrificed to mountain ghosts and never heard from again."
According to this, Shangui should be the boss of this bunch of foxes.
Lao Jiang asked another question: "In other words, there are no corpses in the tombs outside?"
Lao Qiang did not answer directly, but said: "Actually, you should have discovered that the tombstones in the hunter's graves are all those of young people. In fact, people here have to be cremated and buried in the mountains after they die, because we hunters eat mountains all our lives. After death, mountains should become part of the mountains and forests, nourishing all things, in order to repay the gifts of the mountains and forests. As for those young people who were kidnapped by foxes, they had no way to give back to the mountains and forests, so they could only be buried in a hunter's grave. The fake grave records his life and represents that he has been here before.”
"If one day someone comes back or the body is found, this tomb can be bulldozed."
"Although we know that it is almost impossible..."
Ge Weihan recorded it in his notebook seriously, and then asked unwillingly: "Is there really no body inside? Then why is there phosphorus fire?"
"What phosphorus fire?" Lao Qiang asked in surprise.
Ge Weihan gestured with his hands and explained: "It's a will-o'-the-wisp, those green flames floating outside."
"I don't know about this." Lao Qiang didn't know what a will-o'-the-wisp was at all. He only knew that at night, there would be clusters of green flames floating everywhere, and he didn't even think about why.
Ge Weihan couldn't help but explain to Lao Qiang the principle of formation of phosphorus fire, but Lao Qiang couldn't understand it at all.
At this time, I couldn't help but interject: "Don't you have guns? Why are you afraid of foxes?"
Lao Qiang's voice became even lower, and he waved to us. We all gathered around the oil lamp, almost face to face.
Lao Qiang sat upright, with an unprecedented serious expression on his face: "What we are afraid of is not foxes, but mountain ghosts! You have never seen it before, but everyone who is selected will go insane the night before and become like a puppet. , chanting his name repeatedly, and was taken away from the first to the last..."
"We didn't believe in evil at first, so we locked the young people who had been possessed by evil spirits in the house, hoping to avoid this disaster. Or they guarded the door with guns, but no one could stop the fox from getting married!"
"We suffered losses several times in a row, and then finally understood that from the moment they were selected, they had lost three souls and seven souls. They would try their best to break open the windows, open the doors, and follow the fox. The wedding team."
"Can you imagine how terrifying the scene is when a man puts on a red wedding dress? His mouth is bright red, as if stained with blood, and he walks on tiptoes, as if he is possessed by a ghost."
As Lao Qiang spoke, he described the scene. There was a deep fear in his eyes, a fear of death.
"Xiao Lang, Xiao Jun, and Xiao Feng all left like this. I have never seen them again." Under the green light, Lao Qiang's lips trembled. There was fear, pain, and helpless despair on his face.
Tick tock, a drizzle of light rain suddenly started falling outside, just as a bolt of lightning flashed across, the expressions on everyone's faces were colorful.
Ge Weihan's pen was so frightened that he looked out the window in horror, as if a mountain ghost had become angry and changed the weather.
Lao Qiang was so frightened that his eyes widened and he drank a full glass of wine in one breath.
Telling ghost stories in the middle of the night is really a test of one's courage. Although I was also frightened by it, when I came back to my senses, I felt a little calmer.
Lao Jiang didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. He felt that at most it was just a few foxes that became spirits and deceived people. As a result, the rumors became more and more evil.
If this beast dares to play tricks in front of us, he will never make it easy for him.
For Lao Jiang, another thing that was more important was that he wanted to find out the identity of the owner of the deer.
Although Lao Qiang lowered his guard against us, he didn't know much.
"I only know that they come from a very ancient nation, and they appeared on Wawu Mountain earlier than us..."
"Although we have interacted with each other, I don't know them very well. I only know that they are a group of people who come and go without a trace. Their only mission is to protect Wawu Mountain! So when I saw our ancestors, they didn't know anything about them. There was no threat, so he agreed to let us live in seclusion here and helped us get rid of the beasts. "
Ge Weihan asked: "Then what are they wearing? You should know this."
Lao Qiang recalled for a while and responded: "They seem to be wearing blue clothes...a bit like ethnic minorities, leading black deer and carrying white knives. The deer on this mountain are all their servants. So I will follow you They must know it as soon as they get up the mountain!”
"We haven't reached their bottom line yet, and they don't want to deal with you yet. If you go further up and do something that harms this mountain, they won't give up. Listen to the old man's advice and get a good sleep tonight. After a sleep, I forgot everything and went home early tomorrow, maybe there is still hope of survival.”
It seems that Lao Qiang also knows that we are not here for the Xianzhi Holy Grass, but just turn a blind eye.
When we asked him anything later, he didn't say anything. He just kept urging us to go to bed and leave here early tomorrow morning.
Lao Jiang asked why?
Lao Qiang replied: "For the sake of cigarettes and alcohol, I don't want you to die!"
After that, he stood up and left.
However, just before leaving, Lao Qiang suddenly stared at me and said coldly: "I will give you one last piece of advice. If you want to leave Heizhugou alive, just remember these three rules of mine."
"1. After twelve o'clock in the evening, no matter who calls your name, don't answer."
"Two, no matter who knocks on your window, don't pay attention."
"3. If you see anything strange and strange, don't pick it up."
"Otherwise, you are very likely to be entangled by mountain ghosts!" Lao Qiang stared into my eyes and added: "Especially for a young and handsome young man like you."
In the middle of the night, in this deserted little bamboo house, Lao Qiang's pointed words made me startled.
I said sarcastically: "How can it be so evil? If it is true..."
Before I could finish speaking, Lao Qiang took off his shirt in a flash and exposed his back to everyone!
At that moment, I clearly saw his back. It was an indescribable scar. It was like being injured by a burning red fire. It was scorched and black, and the skin and flesh were turned out; but the deep ravine was like the claws of a wild beast. What was left was more than three inches long, which was shocking!
"This is……"
Lao Jiang and I looked at each other.
Lao Qiang's body was trembling slightly, as if he was a refugee surviving a disaster and murmuring: "I once saw a real mountain ghost, and this is the mark it left on me! I dare not forget it in my whole life!"
