The white mist that had been filling my field of vision suddenly disappeared. Looking down from the hilltop where I was standing, I saw not only a dilapidated wooden house, but also eight wooden waterwheels of various sizes, not far from the wooden house.
It stands in the stream. In addition, around the wooden house, there is a large field reclaimed by humans, on which green winter cabbage and green onions are planted. Many melon and fruit trees surround the wooden house, interspersed with some withered yellow straw.
Duozi.
On the grassland not far away, there are several cattle grazing leisurely. Looking from a distance, it shows the beauty of the countryside.
Such a scene makes me very surprised. I never thought that such a place could exist in this Heizhugou.
I walked through the forest and drove the monkey boy forward, but he stopped and refused to move forward. I put the knife on his neck, and he actually closed his eyes. He would rather suffer death than suffer death.
I am willing to go. The monkey boy is running around in this mountain forest, so he is naturally not a timid person. However, he is so scared at this moment. He thinks that there must be someone or something scary in that wooden house.
I wandered around in the mountains and forests for a long time, and I was already extremely bored. When I saw this wooden house appeared, there was obviously something fishy inside, waiting for my inquiry. Unable to suppress my curiosity, I blocked his mouth, and then used a climbing rope to hold him in place.
The monkey boy who refused to move forward was hung on a branch of a big tree behind him, three meters above the ground, neither allowing him to escape due to force nor allowing him to be strangled to death.
I can't help but be careless. The monkey boy looks weak now, but he is the murderer of his adoptive father, and the sharp knife in his hand has killed countless people. He is a cold-blooded and ruthless alien. If you relax a little,
I will definitely suffer a big loss.
Having dealt with this disaster properly, I began to push aside the grass in front of me and slowly approached from the forest slope to the west.
Before that, I had been observing the house and everything around it for a long time. After all, a place that frightens a monkey boy who is very agile and explosive naturally has its own power. I held Kaishan tightly in my right hand.
The machete is held high, the waist is bent, the steps are light, the left hand is placed on the chest, ready to take out the vibrator to rescue the enemy at any time.
My route was diagonally opposite to the wooden house, walking downhill through the forest. When I passed by a vegetable garden, my attention was attracted by the weeds beside the vegetable garden.
Damn it! What did I see?
Among the clumps of withered yellow weeds at the edge of the field ridges, I saw several broad-leaf grasses densely covered with dark brown, lanceolate-shaped hairy scales, and this kind of grass has been something I have been dreaming about for the past two days.
No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to find anything, but it takes no effort to get it - dragon fern grass!
This is a real dragon fern, and it is as common as weeds on the roadside here. I even saw many yellowed dragon ferns thrown into the drainage ditch next to the field ridge. I looked at it with ecstasy.
Not feeling tired, I hurriedly knelt down, picked up several handfuls, and then shakily stuffed them into my tattered hiking bag.
When I stood up again, I felt extremely happy, like a villager who had found gold.
Many years ago, was Wang Baosong in the same good mood as me?
With brisk steps, I crossed the vegetable fields and fruit trees and came to the door of this wooden house. This wooden house looks like the ones found in ethnic minority mountainous areas in Hunan, Guizhou, Hubei and other places. The walls are black and the roof is covered with pine bark.
It looks shaky and has obviously been there for many years.
Stepping on the decaying wooden house ladder, I came to the door of this house and knocked on the door. Is there anyone there to greet me?
When I shouted, I tensed up all over and was ready to fight, but there was no sound. After waiting for more than ten seconds, I gently pushed open the wooden door. It was unlocked and opened with a push. The inside was very simple and wooden.
There are tables, bamboo chairs, and an old-style bed. The bedding on it is from decades ago. It looks very old. Maybe the air here is too humid and gives off a musty smell.
Soon, my attention was caught by a statue on the shrine opposite the bed.
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In the nearly 23 years of my life, I have rarely been as tired and physically and mentally exhausted as these two years.
Sometimes I wonder, is it because I have the Golden Silkworm Gu? The so-called "Heaven will give great responsibilities to this people, and they will definitely..." This set of theories has been applied to me? In short, I have learned from last year
Since the beginning of July, there has been almost no time for leisure. All kinds of strange and weird things have happened one after another, which is overwhelming. I have also escaped from death many times, and I am basically insulated from the ordinary life of the past.
I originally thought that these incidents were all independent entities, but I discovered that this was not the case.
The first time I saw this three-headed and six-armed statue sitting on the lotus platform with teeth and claws spread out was in Agen's new residence. It was enshrined by Agen's ex-girlfriend Wang Shanqing. Since then, I have seen it everywhere: in Zhenning Scorpion Gu
In the home of the heir, Lao Wai, in the home of the cultist who made trouble in Peng City, in the Sakulang base in a foreign country, Myanmar, and on the murals of the caves in Qingshan Realm, even the pattern of Luo Deafzi's suicide was faintly visible.
It has a great connection with this statue of God.
All events are connected in series by this thread.
What is this statue?
I got the answer from the uncle of Zamao Xiaodao. The old man who maintains stability in the border all year round told me that this is the clone of the god enshrined by the Evil Spirit Sect, named "Mahatika" - the god they believe in, and also
The only god has three avatars, representing "creation", "destruction" and "law" respectively, and "Mahaykala" is the carrier of "destruction". Because it is responsible for destruction and is the most powerful, it is widely regarded.
The pursuit of this kind of cult that uses "the end of the world" as a gimmick is the same all over the world. In order to avoid harmony, its morals and analogies will not be introduced.
What I didn't expect was that in this mysterious Black Bamboo Valley, in this deserted wooden house, I would actually see it again.
Looking at the face of this ferocious statue, the dark eyes seemed to reveal evil and weirdness. I felt the soles of my feet were numb, and an inexplicable feeling of fear arose spontaneously, and then spread throughout my body.
Come. All the events have turned into a huge net, strangling me and making it difficult to breathe.
I stood quietly in front of this statue for a long time, my mind wandering, I didn't know what I was going to do, my mind was empty, and I was completely unconscious.
Ten minutes later, I heard a swaying sound from the side door on the right side of the room, as if something was moving on the beams.
Is it a mouse? I listened carefully, but I didn't feel like it. I started to move slowly and walked over cautiously. Next to the wooden door, there was a brown coarse porcelain rice vat with half a jar of rice in it. It looked quite fresh.
I pushed the door open and what I saw was a very common kitchen in the countryside. There was nothing unusual about it. The threshold was a bit high. I stepped in and suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood. This smell was originally used by the kitchen.
It was masked by the smell of fireworks in the room, but as soon as I entered it, it went straight into my nose.
Then I saw wet, dark red blood next to the earthen stove.
The sound of ticking came from behind the door.
I felt a kind of inner fear spreading through my body. I slowly closed the door, then suddenly raised my head and looked behind the door——
I saw two people hanging upside down.
One of them has long since died. He was hooked into the abdominal cavity by a huge black iron hook. The flesh on his belly turned white, and the internal organs inside had been completely hollowed out. The rusty iron rope was tightly wrapped around him, and
The remaining blood flowed drop by drop along his drooping head and hands into the wooden basin below; there was another one hanging next to him, his mouth was stuffed with a black cloth, and the same
Tied with iron ropes, his head was hanging upside down and shaking constantly.
The moment I saw these two people, my heart was suddenly grabbed and I was trembling all over.
I saw Yang Jin in the miasma forest before and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I thought it was an illusion. While walking along, I was still thinking that the trio of tomb robbers might have escaped from Heizhugou and left here. However, what was in front of me
The reality shattered my imagination: the dead man was the bald Li Tangcheng, and the weak and struggling man was Xiaojun.
I really didn't expect to see them here looking like this.
Xiaojun obviously saw me. His pupils were dilated before, and he was in extreme panic. Until he saw me at the door, a bright light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and he was struggling and swaying, which made me very worried about that room.
Will the beam break? My first reaction was not to step forward to rescue him. Instead, I held the knife tightly and searched the kitchen. Then I walked to Xiaojun who was hanging upside down and wiped out the black words in his mouth.
When the cloth was taken out, Xiaojun's mouth was full of blood, but he was very excited and said, Brother Lu, put me down quickly, quickly...
I saw that he was emotional and incoherent, so I kept patting his chest and said, don't worry, let's talk about what's going on first? Is there anyone else in the room?
Xiaojun told me that the devil is out, please put me down quickly, otherwise I will die.
I looked carefully and found that there was an iron hook button locking Xiaojun's waist, so I supported his body and unbuttoned the button. As soon as the iron button was opened, the iron chain made a clattering sound.
, the man also fell down. I caught him and laid him flat on the kitchen floor. Seeing that his mouth was full of blood, I untied the kettle, gave him two sips, and asked him if he was feeling better?
He said thank you several times, then looked at the dead Li Tangcheng and cried, saying that they got lost on the way out of the ditch and got separated from Yang Jin. When he touched this place, the back of his head went dark and he fainted.
When he woke up, he found that he was hanging upside down here, and Uncle Li was already dead. Someone was talking to himself in the room over there, and then the floor made a noise and the person went out. Later, it was me who came over.
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Xiaojun wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a sound of footsteps at the door of the house.