The next day.

When the sky is dim and bright.

He Shuisheng followed the older children from the Salesian Home to Mount Feilai.

If you offer ten pieces of paper, the gods will answer your requests.

But after agreeing, how will things be done? How much compensation will be paid? This needs to be discussed separately.

In exchange for being able to visit ghosts in the mountains, He Shuisheng agreed to go up the mountains to collect herbs for a day.

He also grew up in a Salesian hospital. He had been influenced by his ears and eyes since he was a child. According to the hiking guide and the pictures, he was able to do the work of collecting herbs.

only.

This is Feilai Mountain, the birthplace of many bedtime stories.

Despite Daoren Li's repeated assurances, he still found it difficult to understand that the laughter and laughter of his younger brothers and sisters along the way were as relaxed as if they were on an outing.

What's more, Feilai Mountain is too big and there are too few people to collect herbs. After going up the mountain, they have to spread out and collect in their own areas, which means that most of the time they have to face the deep mountains and old forests full of monsters and monsters alone.

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"Brother Shuisheng."

A little girl timidly came to He Shuisheng.

Her name is Chunyi.

He Shuisheng remembered that when he was still in the Salesian Home, she was still his little follower.

Now she is the oldest among the girls in the courtyard.

The little girl flashed her watery little eyes: "The fog on the mountain today is so thick that it's scary. Brother Shuisheng, can you take me for a walk on the mountain road first?"

He Shuisheng was about to agree, but then he thought about it, everyone was happy all the way up the mountain, but when they split up, they were scared?

This little girl is obviously looking for excuses to take care of herself.

He patted his chest.

"You are worried about me, little girl? I have to eat for a few more years!"

Half of the boys next to me came over and laughed mischievously.

"Brother Shuisheng is right! The washerwomen by the river all say..."

He pinched his throat and twisted around like a silkworm.

Weirdly said:

"This man's dick doesn't need to be hard, but his bones need to be hard; his bones don't need to be hard, but his mouth needs to be hard. Chunyi, you have to let Brother Shuisheng get hard for once!"

Here, Shui Sheng's face darkened, but he didn't even curse.

On the other end, the little girl blinked shyly, then quietly retreated behind the boy, and followed up her writhing butt with a familiar set of flying kicks.

The kid immediately let out an "ouch", covered his buttocks, and was kicked out all over the mountain.

He Shuisheng was speechless for a moment.

Finally he spat.

"Bah, little bastard!"

Unexpectedly, the little girl with a runny nose who followed behind her has now grown into a big sister, who can not only take care of people, but also play tricks.

After some fighting, the children were urged to leave by He Shuisheng and disappeared into the vast mountain mist.

Left alone to look around.

There was silence all around.

Only the mountains are high, the forests are dense, the clouds are deep and the fog is heavy.

…

The mountains were unexpectedly empty.

It wasn't that the trees were not dense, but He Shuisheng encountered almost nothing except the shrines he encountered on the road or the herbs recorded in his handbook.

There are few birds and animals.

But he always had an illusion.

In the corners that are beyond the reach of your eyes, in the cracks in the rocks, in the shades of trees, and in the thick fog, ghosts and monsters are quietly lurking.

They hid their voices in the wind and whispered.

Hanging behind him, stepping on his own footprints, following every step.

But when he turned around in shock.

Nothing.

So full of worry, we arrived at a mountain col.

There is a path drawn on the diary, but the path ahead is blocked by tangled forest trees and vines, making it impossible to move forward.

I'm in a dilemma, thinking about whether to turn around.

But I saw that the vines were climbing and spreading like snakes, and the intertwined shrubs were combing their branches.

Not long after.

There is a path that can be passed through the jungle.

He Shuisheng didn't want to step in at all.

There was a cold wind behind me.

Push him into it.

The journey has become strange since then.

Or when the mountain fog is thick, fireflies will rise to guide the way forward.

If it is difficult to go down a steep slope, a big tree will hang down its branches to serve as an escalator.

Or if you want to block the stream, you will see that the water level gradually drops and rocks emerge for footing.

Or if you want to pick rock grass on a boulder, but the rock is covered with moss and cannot be climbed, you will hear a "rumbling" vibration, and the boulder will stand up, and then bend down for him to pick it easily.

…

Along the way, He Shuisheng finally understood what Li Changan said when he sent him up the mountain - with this talisman, all spirits will help him.

But instead of adding much joy to his heart, it only made him more confused.

Where are all the spirits? They are clearly all ghosts!

It was indeed not an illusion, there were ghosts following behind me all the way!

It's not a talisman, it's clearly a charm to attract ghosts.

For a moment, He Shuisheng even had the urge to throw away the Talisman of Entering the Mountain.

But reason told him again.

If you wear a talisman, you will be accompanied by evil spirits; if you lose the talisman, you may become a blood-eater on the spot.

I had no choice but to move forward anxiously under the secret protection of the evil ghosts.

Not long after.

We arrived at a valley filled with mist and covered with flowers and plants.

First glance.

I found a small shrine on a boulder by the stream.

Other shrines use cold rice balls as offerings, but this is different.

He took out two large meat buns that were still hot from his arms.

The mountain road was difficult to travel, and he had to hide the meat buns in his arms. If He Niluo hadn't struggled so hard, he wouldn't have bothered.

But when he thought about He Niluo's appearance at that time, He Shuisheng couldn't help but laugh, and at the same time he couldn't bear to refuse.

He climbed up the bluestone, wrapped the meat as an offering, and lit incense candles on the lotus lamp.

The smoke slowly rises into the mist.

"Where's the loach?"

A childish voice suddenly sounded in his ears, like a "talisman" immobilizing his "zombie".

"Why didn't Loach come?"

the voice asked again.

He Shuisheng mustered up his courage and slowly followed the sound and looked down.

Among the tall flowers and trees under the bluestone, stood a child with his head raised.
To be continued...