The team was assembled, because there was an old Huang here, and they did not talk about the opening of the dungeon tonight as soon as they came up, but were like a tomb robber, moving towards the "tom" in a low-key and cautious manner.
Of course, they did not particularly emphasize that they were tomb robbers, but they did not refute or affirm, and let Lao Huang figure out his own reasonable identity.
The sun gradually sinks, and the golden color passing through the layers of trees becomes dimmer and fades, and finally disappears completely behind the mountains.
Several people's soles stepped on the weeds in the mountains, making a rustling sound.
Zhao Mou calculated the location of the Sour and County and also drew a map, so they quietly approached the place where they drew circles on the map.
During this period, Lao Huang's role was revealed.
After all, he is a local. He probably often wanders around Longling, and he introduces the dangers in the mountains to the team along the way.
For example, there is a forest that is easy to get lost in front of you, or there is a swamp wherever you are floating with poisonous obstacles that need to be bypassed.
Under the instructions of the map and Lao Huang's reminder, they took some roads and came to a small branch of the Ye River flowing into the valley.
The sound of water and the sound of birds and insects in the forest are mixed together, full of natural breath.
"This mountain is safer than I thought. I said, do we really need to use a guide?" Seeing the stream, the Siren was obviously in a good mood. He moved his arms and leaned over and scooped up a scoop of water with his hands. The moist feeling made her squint her eyes so comfortable.
Ah, I feel soothed to the place where I feel wet.
Zhao Yijiu blinked silently, and a little disagreeing with this.
The Siren is quite safe, but along the way he has killed four snakes hanging on the tree to attack, pinched several poisonous insects with shadows, and separated several passers-by with fierce auras and hungry beasts.
Although these are trivial matters, they are enough to prove that ordinary people are not able to survive when crossing Longling.
Old Huang was also anxious, afraid that he would regret his promised deal, so he immediately said, "Oh my god, that's why you haven't really gone up the mountain yet, this is the periphery!"
He pointed to the stream under his feet: "From here, it will be different! There are so many strange legends that it is hard to avoid if it is not the locals!"
I wonder if Yu Xing, who was wandering in a daze, looked at the stream.
The stream is clear in color, and several rocks that are obviously not naturally accumulated are arranged in a gentle place at the stream level. Lao Huang did not say it is dangerous, but only said it is a dividing line.
Yu Xing curled his lips with interest and stepped on the big stones.
As soon as he stepped on, he felt the stones deeply embedded in the mud and sand at the bottom of the stream, walking very smoothly. Yu Xing asked: "Is this what the residents in the mountains built?"
Zhao Mou followed up, maintained the character of a big shot who was not easy to mess with, and interspered in a subtle tone: "Old Huang, it's really as mysterious as you said, why are there still traces of people's life here?"
In fact, there are more than these stones.
They walked along the way, sometimes passing through the difficult forest, and sometimes there were paths under their feet that were stepped out.
Old Huang was silent for a moment before whispering: "Some capable people are willing to stay in the mountains. There are several hunters in the forest, and some people who don't know where to come will live in wooden houses scattered in the mountains."
"But don't worry, they just want to make a living in the mountains and will not affect your business."
"Oh?" Zhao Mou had already passed the stream, and there was indeed a cold feeling that lingered in the wind. When he saw Lao Huang trembling and his face turned blue, he couldn't help but feel the vicinity carefully.
...There is no source of malicious intention, nor any special ghost aura.
It is not possible to determine where the coldness comes from for the time being.
Yu Xing curled his lips, holding his cell phone in his hand, watching the signal drop by two squares.
There are still signals, but not many.
It seems to be affected by something.
It's amazing, it's really a matter of crossing a stream.
Zhao Yijiu and Siren could naturally feel the difference, but they didn't say anything. This was abnormal and couldn't even be considered an appetizer.
They continued to move forward in the direction of the setting sun.
The sky is getting darker and darker.
The shadows of the trees were swaying, and countless shadows began to occupy the sight, causing the Dragon Ridge to gradually beneath a layer of strange tones that were invisible during the day.
Lao Huang's voice was also unconsciously affected by the environment, and a little fainted: "It's okay now, when the light is gone, the strange things in the forest will come out even if they are asked to touch them."
"I have heard of the frequent occurrence of strange things in Longling, but I can't find out anything in the town." Zhao Mou's steps were steady and not constrained by the darkness. "Tell me?"
"This..." Old Huang muttered, "These things are getting more and more talked about, but some of them are not ordinary people, so I don't hide them, I will just talk about them for you."
Yu Xing focused on listening.
Lao Huang told a few ghost stories, one of which said it was a long time ago, maybe in the Qing Dynasty, a group of bandits looted a tribe on the mountain. The men all beheaded their heads and the women all kidnapped them to have children.
A young woman had just given birth to a child and refused to obey her. She actually found an opportunity to escape with the baby in her cradle, and ended up running into a tall forest.
The woman ran away for a long time before she realized that the forest was very strange and she had never been there.
People like the tribe in the mountains are very clear about the environment around the tribe, so where can there be any strange places?
But, however, the woman couldn't get around no matter how hard she walked around. When it was dark, she saw the heads of the men in the village on every tree.
The heads stared at her sadly, including her good husband whom she had been with for a year.
The woman was frightened and confused, and regarded the child in the swaddling clothes as a head and threw them out directly. As a result, the child fell out of the swaddling clothes, hit the bulge of a tree, and died.
The woman later disappeared into the mysterious forest. Some outsiders passed by the area and would hear the woman screaming the child's name in pain.
If you really see a woman in the woods, it means that "she" has targeted people, recognized them as bandits, and wanted to kill them to avenge their children.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After Lao Huang finished gloomy rendering of the story atmosphere, he saw that the faces of the team remained unchanged.
And he kept asking.
Siren: "When it's dark, I see the head, it means that the woman ran away before it's dark? How did she run away?"
Zhao Mou: "This woman has such good eyesight, can she distinguish people's heads in the dark?"
Yu Xing: "Oh, why did the heads of men in the village appear in an unknown forest?"
Zhao Mou: "Not only that, I also stare at women with grief. They are not killed by women."
Zhao Yijiu: "It's so strange to kill bandits to avenge their children." A village is killed by bandits, and only children are killed by women by mistakes. In any case, women's killing logic is not reasonable enough.
Everyone said something and said something, and Lao Huang's eyelids twitched.
"Just, it's the legend. The legend must be not that rigorous, but it's true that a female ghost is easy to meet at night, and many people have seen it!"
"These 'many people' can still pass this message to the outside world alive, and the female ghost is not very powerful." Yu Xing's summary completely shut up Lao Huang.
Lao Huang grabbed his hair, his face turned blue, and he walked for a while... and then stopped suddenly.
"etc!"
All of them stopped and looked at him inexplicably.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the forest in front over and over again: "No, no, why do I remember that this is not the case before?"
The next second, I heard unreal sobs coming from the forest, faintly blowing into the ears of several people along the wind.
"Huzi...I drip Huzi..."
"Mom, I'm sorry for you!"
Everyone: "..."
Yu Xing glanced at his phone again.
OK, now there is no signal.
As Lao Huang said in a panic, "My mother is here, I'm really talking about it." Several flashlights suddenly lit up and shone straight towards the forest.
Zhao Mou shook it with a flashlight, and unexpectedly saw that as soon as the light entered the woods, it was like being swallowed, without any left.