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Chapter IX The Woman in the Bamboo Hat

After a short rest, the group started on their way again.

That annoying black tiger tied Lin Hai's hands again, then pulled the hemp rope, dragging Lin Hai away like a dog.

What was even more annoying was that in order to prevent Lin Hai from making any noise, the seventh master actually took out a handkerchief he used to wipe his nose from his pocket, stuffed it into Lin Hai's mouth, and blocked Lin Hai's mouth.

Lin Hai was so sick that he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit out. Not to mention the depression in his heart, he almost even wanted to die.

Passing through Fenghuang Village and continuing eastward, you enter the vast mountains with an altitude of over a thousand meters.

The dense woods covered the sky, covering the sky.

It was quiet in the woods, with the occasional chirping of insects and birds adding to the sense of desolation and loneliness.

There were almost no roads on the mountain, so the group walked through the woods.

Since there is no sunlight in the woods all year round, there is a musty smell all around.

Those rotten branches and leaves have turned into mud puddles, and when you step on them, your feet will be filled with mud.

Black Tiger cursed angrily: "Damn, what the hell is this place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman wearing a bamboo hat suddenly stopped, turned around and gave Black Tiger a big slap on the ear.

Snapped!

A loud slap!

Black Tiger was stunned and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Don't say the word 'ghost' in a place like this, it's taboo!" the woman in the bamboo hat said coldly.

The woman in the bamboo hat obviously had a high status in this team. After being slapped, Black Tiger, a fierce man, lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake and did not dare to talk back.

From then on, no one in the team dared to speak again, lest they accidentally offend this female evil star.

The woman in the bamboo hat also struck hard. Half of Black Tiger's cheek was swollen, and there were clear five finger prints on it.

Lin Hai secretly shouted in his heart that the beating was good. Just now he was punched by Black Tiger. Now that he saw Black Tiger being beaten, he felt indescribably happy.

The temperature dropped as they walked further into the mountains. The group walked continuously in the mountains for several hours until midnight.

In the early morning, when the temperature is the lowest of the day, a thick white fog floats in the woods, and the surroundings are like smoke.

The leaves, flowers and plants were covered with a layer of white frost, and the cold air was biting.

Lin Hai was shivering from the cold, his hands were tied, and he could only rub his palms constantly, and the heat he exhaled turned into white mist in the air.

Because the temperature was very low, no one dared to stop and rest. They had to bite the bullet and keep walking forward so as not to feel cold.

The group of people walked through the white mist, and the surroundings were silent. They could only hear each other's breathing. This environment was very depressing.

Lin Hai thought depressedly: "Damn it! What do these people want to do? If this continues, I will soon turn into frozen pork!"

At this moment, a sudden exclamation came from the front, and the team immediately stopped.

Lin Hai's heart trembled, what happened?

At this moment, many ghost legends suddenly popped up in Lin Hai's mind.

In such ravines, ghost legends are naturally rich and colorful.

When he first came to Fenghuang Village, Lin Hai heard someone say that there was something unclean on the east hill, and warned him not to go to the east hill easily.

Lin Hai was a college graduate and an atheist. He didn't quite believe what he was told at the time. But the story was so vivid and vivid that Lin Hai felt terrified, and the story naturally left a mark on his heart.

Normally, these stories would have been hidden deep in Lin Hai's mind, but in such an environment, these stories actually came out on their own, and they were clearer than ever before.

Lin Hai clearly remembered that the villagers were telling a story about Huang Pizi.


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