"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Huang Lang woke up with a start. He was overtired. Two or three years of pampering made him no longer as capable as he was when he was a policeman.
Ding Li checked his package. Except for some food that was missing, his precious golden staff was lying quietly in his backpack. It seemed that the savages were just looking for food. Ding Li breathed a sigh of relief and joked.
Mood: "If you had woken up half a minute earlier, you would have seen the famous savage. It's a pity that you are not lucky!"
"Really?" Huang Lang thought Ding Li was joking.
Ding Li pointed to his and Huang Lang's packages: "See for yourself, a lot of things have been stolen!"
"Are you dazzled? I heard that the monkeys in Mount Emei all like first things. Maybe these things were stolen by a wild monkey."
"Have you seen that monkey's eyes are green?"
At dawn, I found a pool of dried green blood on the ground. There were also some animal-like hairs.
"What animal's blood is green?" Huang Lang was horrified.
Mr. Hu didn't make a fuss when he found out: "Didn't I tell you to be careful when sleeping? Did you throw anything away? That thing is very vengeful. If you hurt him, he will definitely seek revenge on you!"
Huang Lang touched his shotgun and said: "If he dares to come here again, I will capture him and send him to the zoo for an exhibition! By the way, second uncle, what do you think happened to the ghost cave?"
"You can't go to that place!" Mr. Hu came to them for breakfast. It was actually millet porridge, which made the two of them drink it particularly sweet.
"Why can't we go?" Huang Lang wondered if the old man also knew about the Three Corpse Insects.
"I can't go, I just can't go!" The old man's face darkened: "Especially a doll like you that attracts ghosts, you can't go. To tell you the truth, my brother died in a ghost cave!"
"What? Uncle Hu died in the ghost cave?" Ding Li was surprised. Didn't he also know the secret of the ghost cave? Did he find those boxes of gold?
"To be precise, my brother provoked something in the ghost cave. He fell ill as soon as he came back. Last time he went to the hospital for treatment, but he died after walking into the town!"
"Did he die in front of a hotel?" Huang Lang had worked as a police officer after all, and his brain was not slow at all.
"That's right, you've also heard about it? It was the town that Zhengwazi sent him to, the same one who almost got the yang energy sucked last night."
Ding Li and Huang Lang looked at each other again. They almost healed Uncle Hu's soul that night, if Ding Li really listened to Huang Lang's words!
Nothing could be found out from Mr. Hu. After all, he didn’t know much. The two of them said goodbye and left. If Mr. Hu had been there, then the ghost cave should not be too far away from Quilt Ridge.
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Before leaving, Mr. Hu called Ding Li over and bit his ears for a long time. He asked Ding Li to memorize a few formulas, which was like teaching him the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. Don’t look at the formulas, they don’t know what they are.
After many generations of people, they summed it up. Then he warned them for a long time not to go to the ghost cave in the end. Of course, Ding Li agreed very simply, but in his heart he didn't take it to heart at all.
No matter how heavy it was this time, he kept the golden staff close to his body. If it was really stolen by that thing, there would be no place to cry!
"What on earth is a mandrill?"
Huang Lang asked.
"It is said that mandrills are spirits from the vegetation in the mountains. They are very difficult to deal with and they also hold grudges!"
What Ding Li said was absolutely correct. They camped in the mountains again in the middle of the night and ran all day without finding any trace of the ghost cave.
Around nine o'clock in the evening, I suddenly heard a strange scream, and a sharp claw clawed at Ding Li's neck with a sharp sound...
Little did he know that Ding Li was not asleep at all and had been waiting for this. The dagger in his hand went out like lightning and cut off half of the mandrill's claws. In the night, the mandrill screamed strangely and hurried away in fright.
Escape.
There was a gunshot, and Huang Lang's shot opened a bloody flower on the mandrill's back, but he still managed to escape.
"This won't work! If he comes to sneak attack every night, we won't have to sleep." Huang Lang said depressedly.
"Don't worry, he won't have a chance to sneak attack tomorrow night!" Ding Li took out a talisman that he had prepared during the day, and folded a small paper crane with the mandrill's hair.
"Let's go! I'll take you to eliminate the roots!" Ding Li picked up his things and left.
Huang Lang asked in surprise: "Is this a head-dropping curse?"
Ding Li chuckled: "There are many ways to harm people in the Taoist sect, but I'm just a tracking charm."
Although Huang Lang has read many books on Buddhism, Taoism, and other supernatural phenomena over the years, he is still just a guy who talks about war on paper. Only when Ding Li mentioned it did he remember that this kind of tracking of the opponent's Qi is based on the hair on the opponent's body.
There are many records of magic. However, this is the first time I have actually seen it.
Then he saw Ding Li let go of his hand, and the paper crane actually flapped its wings and flew up, flying in the direction where the mandrill disappeared. The speed was not very fast. It was not much different from the speed of a person walking.
"Why bother so much? Don't you have the blood and hair to take things? You can just kill it by doing it!"
Ding Li said simply: "No!"
"Well, just pretend I didn't say that!"
In fact, there are many harmful spells involving the use of birth dates, blood, hair, and nails. But these things all involve Qimen Dunjia and innate destiny. Although Ding Li has always wanted to learn these things, but when he saw that
If you don't have any talent, you have a headache. If you don't have talent, you don't have talent!
Of course, there are people who don't use these fortunes to harm others, but firstly, they need to be very close to the opponent, and secondly, they need a very high level of cultivation. With Ding Li's current ability, he really can't do that.
After following the paper crane for a long time, the paper crane suddenly started spinning on the spot, and then with a "whoosh" sound, a deep-colored flame ignited.
"Yin Qi!" Ding Li exclaimed, and then shouted: "What a heavy Yin Qi!"
Don't worry about Ding Li, Huang Lang also felt something was wrong. The surroundings didn't know when the fog started. It was normal for the fog to appear due to the heavy humidity in the mountains, but they hadn't seen the fog just now. At this time, it had enveloped everything, although it was not
It’s not too strong, but in this dark night without a trace of light, it suddenly makes your eyes truly invisible!
"Don't panic, follow me!" Ding Li shouted coldly. His mind was spinning rapidly, and he began to think about the cause of the fog.
The reason why the area of Quilt Ridge got such a name is because the vegetation here is so lush that it seems to be a quilt covering the surrounding mountains.