The name "Bao'aozi" really doesn't sound distinctive. It's not as impressive as the small mountain village called Wolf Cub Nest where we are going. But because we are in a ghost town, Zamao Xiaodao and I have to remember
It started from an allusion heard on the train. The person at that time told us that there are many ghost stories in Xichuan, the most famous one is a place called Bao'aozi in the ghost town of Hudu.
There, things like ghosts breaking into walls are commonplace. It is no exaggeration to say that if you don't encounter them when you go out, you will feel strange.
It is such a mysterious place. No one mentioned it when we were planning it. I couldn't help but be a little surprised. I looked around carefully and found that there were sparse woods on both sides of the road. The driveway was winding, turning and turning.
Got dizzy.
Yang Cao was sitting in front of us. He saw me and Zamao Xiaodao stiffening up in the rearview mirror. He comforted us and said, "Don't be alarmed. We still have ten miles to the village. Don't be nervous."
Well, in the car in front, there were Hu Wenfei and two other elders from Qingcheng Mountain. If the sky fell, there would be no room for us to worry if there were tall people on top.
I laughed, this guy Yang Cao is also a cunning character.
The two elders in Qingcheng he mentioned were one monk and one monk. The monk was bald in linen clothes and his name was Xiuyun (note: male). The monk with disheveled hair and white beard was named Wang Zhengyi. They were both old bones and could not tell their age.
, maybe more than fifty, maybe ancient, but they are just floating around. Because Hong Anzhong took people to Wulipai, these two stayed in our team. They are the masters of the town, and their momentum is as strong as the abyss.
At a glance, I felt that I was invincible and felt panicked.
Our convoy consists of four cars and seventeen people. In addition to me, Zamao Xiaodao, Yang Cao, Bai Lutan, Huang Pengfei, and the two elders of Qingcheng, there is also Li Yuan and three others. These are all practitioners who have entered the door.
, in addition, there are four retired soldiers who have retired as drivers, and two guides from the local religious bureau. With this strength, it is too much to use it to explore the road, and it is a bit like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.
However, it is better to be cautious when dealing with the Ghost Masked Robe Brotherhood, and no one raised any objections.
So along the way, Yang Cao put his head on his hand and hummed a tune, looking very relaxed.
Of course, if the opponent's manpower is small, we can actually swarm them directly; if the strength makes us feel troublesome, it's okay. Just call the command center, and several military vehicles and fully armed military comrades will pounce on them immediately in less than an hour.
Hearing the relief in Yang Cao's words, Zamao Xiaodao and I reluctantly put aside our worries and looked towards the dark road outside. After walking for another ten minutes, I saw a silvery river at the end of the forest.
Jumping into view, the dark woods on both sides of the road gradually became much wider, making people feel less bored at the beginning.
Just when I was refreshed, I suddenly heard a car horn blaring in front of me. Before I could react, the car we were riding in suddenly braked hard, and everyone crashed towards the front.
There was a loud bang, and the close contact with the armchair made my head hurt.
The driver said a few words through the headset, then turned around and told us that there was a car accident ahead - the first car seemed to have hit a person. When I heard this, I looked at it subconsciously.
The time on the watch is fixed at 11:30 at night. Who would be busy driving in this ghostly place at this late night, and also hit our car under the bright headlights?
Is this the rhythm of being beaten?
I stuck my head out to take a look. The first car was occupied by Huang Pengfei and Bai Lutan. They were getting out of the car and looking around, as if they were looking for the person who was knocked away. I opened the car door and wanted to get out.
He stretched out a hand and held me tightly. When I turned around, I saw Zamao Xiaodao calmly shaking his head, opening his mouth and lip-synching, saying there was a ghost.
My spine straightened up all of a sudden. When I looked ahead, I saw that there was no starlight in the sky above my head. I thought of a big pot with its back turned, and there was a heavy fog around it. Strangely enough, there was no longer the whooshing sound like before.
The cool breeze made the visual range extremely poor. With my eyesight after being transformed by the golden silkworm Gu, even the first car that was more than ten meters away was blurry.
Zamao Xiaodao picked up the red copper compass, cast a sutra-opening mystical spell, and drew a standard arc on Tianchi. He saw the pointer spinning smoothly, like a slot machine spinning in circles. More than ten seconds passed.
, the pointer stopped, he stretched out his hand, traced along the pointer, glared, and said, little poison, what do you see over there?
Before I could take a closer look, Zamao Xiaodao took a deep breath and said it was a Yin-Yang Mirror. Oops, it was a mistake. They had arranged it so far away. It seemed like we were going to miss the mark this time.
My heart skipped a beat. This so-called yin-yang mirror is very mysterious. In fact, it is commonly seen in many rural places in the southwestern provinces. It is the small round mirror hanging on the lintel. This kind of mirror costs a few yuan.
It costs only ten yuan, and it is sprinkled with some chicken blood to keep your home safe. However, for those who are truly wise, the yin and yang mirror painted with runes can be used as a primitive monitor.
There are many masters in the action team. We can see this little trick, and naturally some people can know it. I heard the vague Buddhist name "Amitabha" at the edge of my ears. Suddenly, the sky exploded with bursts of thunder, mixed with a crisp sound.
, the glass mirror has been shattered.
The red copper compass pointer in Zamao Xiaodao's hand finally stopped, he raised his head and said to leave.
We all got out of the car and walked towards the front. A group of people had already gathered around. I looked over and saw Huang Pengfei squatting on the ground, looking through a dark figure. Someone happened to be holding a high-power flashlight.
When I took a photo here, I saw that it was a one-meter-long humanoid monster with arms and legs, a huge head, blue-white skin with round moss spots, smooth and naked, and wet, as if it had just crawled out of a ditch.
of general.
Huang Pengfei turned the thing over hard, and Bai Lutan in front of him screamed in fright. I squinted and took a look, and couldn't help but feel chilled in my heart.
This turned out to be an orangutan or ape-like creature that looked about eight times more like a human. It had high eyebrows and deep eyes, a pink nose, and slightly larger ears. It looked like a sad ghost with a sad face. This thing was completely naked and didn't have a few hairs at all.
, there was blood all over his forehead, especially near his ears, and it flowed into several small rivers.
The key point is that this blood is not bright red, but slightly tinged with blue.
After Huang Pengfei finished reading, he stood up and saluted Wang Zhengyi, who was leading the trip, and said respectfully: "Mr. Wang, this thing is dead - it suddenly rushed out of the ditch over there just now, and after being knocked away, it was still there.
I struggled to get up, but thanks to Master Xiuyun's roar of a Buddhist lion, I was able to kill the thing."
Although Huang Pengfei is arrogant and domineering towards us, he treats his elders like a member of a famous family. Monk Xiuyun, who was flattered by the compliments, waved his hand and said, Xiao Huang, I am not roaring like a lion, but
This is the lotus sermon bell, which is the sound of the Buddha that opens the Buddha Maitreya's sermon in Tusita. If I hadn't been shocked, the news of our trip would have been leaked.
This monk likes to boast, and the others suddenly shower him with flattery, making the fat Buddha smile like a Maitreya.
Yang Cao ran over and took the mirror that was broken into several pieces and took a look at it. He saw that the blood of some kind of animal was used to draw runes like squiggles on it. When Wang Zheng saw it, he clapped his hands and said yes, if there are no mistakes, that
Baili evil butcher Cao Li must be in this wolf den. Haha, we are luckier than this guy Lao Hong and we will come out on top.
He spoke with confidence, fully reflecting the Southwest Bureau's strength among the best in various regions.
Wu Linyi squatted on the ground and studied for a long time, then stood up and told us that this is a strange creature on the verge of extinction, called a hairless ape, a semi-aquatic animal. The number of people alive in the world is estimated to be countless.
It exceeded double digits, but he didn't expect it to appear here strangely. It was really strange. He asked the driver to bring a large plastic bag, carefully packed the thing, and prepared to take it back for scientific research.
Cao Yanjun had some blood on his hands and itched a little. He scratched his waist and then ran to a nearby ditch to wash it.
After dealing with all this, we continued on the road. Because we knew the enemy was ahead, we went much faster this time. The engines of the four vehicles roared dullly and drove towards the front. However, we drove at high speed for almost twenty minutes.
I still haven't seen any villages or houses. This is a bit strange. Logically speaking, I should have arrived at Shili Land long ago, right?
Several drivers discussed on the walkie-talkie for a while, and one of the local guides asked, "Damn it, have you hit a wall again?"
Taken together, it's impossible. We are all here to make a living. If someone is trying to break the wall, everyone will know about it.
Several drivers were having headaches when they suddenly saw a farm at the end of the road. There was a string of red lanterns in front of the door. They were not electric lights. They were probably made with some grease or something. They were fluttering in the wind and looked bright in the mist.
It felt a little cold. As I walked closer, I saw a rotten wooden plaque hanging at the door of the farmyard made of earthen walls, with the four characters "Hold a Door to Pay a Righteousness" written in traditional Chinese on it.
The driver who drove us suddenly made a sharp turn and parked the car next to the curb.
We were all stunned and stared at the driver. We saw sweat on the forehead of this soldier-turned-driver, and then his cheeks were trembling and his teeth were chattering. We were all frightened by his expression and asked Master Tian, "Why?"
What's going on?
Master Tian turned his head, his eyes turned white, wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, and said to leaders, we are probably in big trouble this time.