Each of the bamboos in the backyard of Long Zhi's house looked as thick as a tree that was more than ten years old. Looking at a sea of bamboo, there were at least hundreds of them. Wu Dazhi estimated in his heart that it would take less than half a month to finish them.
He and Zhou Zijing did not want to cut down this bamboo forest.
Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing looked at each other, and then looked at Long Zhi behind him, who had a wicked smile on his face, and immediately gave up the idea of arguing with him. They are obviously trying to trick you, is it useful for you to argue? It must be useless.
"Give us some food first!" Wu Dazhi shrugged helplessly: "Fatty and I have never eaten since we came here. You won't let us work for you hungry, right?"
This time, Long Zhi didn't make it difficult for them. He pointed to the looming woods not far ahead and said leisurely: "As the saying goes, you can make enough food and clothing by yourself. There are wild fruits in the woods in front of you. You can pick them yourself.
Bar!"
Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing were stunned and looked at the woods not far away. It was already night, but it was still emitting a strange light. It was not caused by the moonlight, but it was very similar to the woods that glowed by themselves in the Ghost Mother Dojo.
Horrible memories suddenly occupied the minds of the two of them. After experiencing a series of things that no one could understand, they were thrown into a completely bizarre and unreasonable place. For any normal young man, in addition to fear, they may never know anything about it again.
Have other extra thoughts.
As for those awesome young people who want to go around the underworld and meet an old and immortal Taoist priest from Maoshan, and when they return to the world with their peerless magic skills, they can meet Buddhas and kill Buddhas and ghosts.
Survive in a YY novel.
After all, in this world, you can't become a superman just by wearing your underpants.
"Forget it." Before Wu Dazhi could say anything, Zhou Zijing decisively rejected Long Zhi's kindness: "Just give us some water!"
Wu Dazhi was startled. The huge Zhou Zijing had already said this. What else could he say? He could only unconditionally agree to drink enough water.
When Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing finally drank until they no longer felt hungry, the sky had gradually darkened. This time, Long Zhi did not come to supervise the work, but only gave instructions in an understatement:
"When you are tired, just find a place to sleep. When you are thirsty, there is water in the house. As for when you are hungry, you should go to the woods to pick wild fruits."
"Um..." Wu Dazhi asked uneasily: "You said that Black and White Wuchang will not come back to catch us again, right?"
Long Zhi waved his hands and said with a sigh of relief: "It's okay. This Bardo Realm is not a place they can just come to. If the Lord of Hell knows that they come here casually, they will immediately become temporary workers!"
After finishing speaking, he yawned again, turned around and ducked into the house, leaving Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing in a daze under the pale moonlight. The two quietly walked out carrying the axe, at this moment
They were sleepy and wanted to chop bamboo with all their strength.
Neither of them spoke, each with their own thoughts in mind, swinging the ax desperately against the thick bamboo.
Wu Dazhi looked at the moon that seemed to be absent in the sky, and sighed in his heart. He never thought that the night in the bardo world could also be peaceful and beautiful in the human world.
From the woods in the distance that were still faintly glowing, the wind blew out, and a sound like waves came. And from the room in the distance, Long Zhi's thunderous snoring came from the room.
It's strange to say that even though it looks like a very thick bamboo, Wu Dazhi doesn't have that much trouble chopping it down. It takes about two minutes to chop down one tree instead of just a few seconds. But Zhou Zijing's side is not as good as Wu Dazhi's.
Luck, it seems to take a lot of effort to cut.
When the long night passed and the two of them ushered in a new day, the small bamboo forest Wu Dazhi was responsible for had lost a large area, but there were still many bamboos standing next to Zhou Zijing.
The woods in the distance no longer glowed, and Long Zhi's rhythmic snoring no longer came from the house. After putting away the ax and stopping work, the two found the thickest bamboo to rest against. It was already broad daylight, and inside Long Zhi's house
There was still no movement at all. After waiting for a while, Long Zhi still didn't come out, so the two looked at each other.
Zhou Zijing asked: "Dazhi, you said that Long Zhi is not a ghost. He came out to tease us yesterday. Is he going back now?"
Wu Dazhi flicked the dust off his body, and then said: "How about... how about we go in and have a look?"
Zhou Zijing nodded, then stood up, and tiptoed towards Long Zhi's house with Wu Dazhi.
We were so nervous yesterday that neither of us had time to take a closer look at the structure of this house. This is a very common cabin in the mountains and forests, with a main hall and two side rooms.
In the main hall, there is a dilapidated Eight Immortals table, two three-legged chairs, dusty beams, and spider-covered corners. There are no signs of living people living there.
Zhou Zijing patted Wu Dazhi tremblingly: "Dazhi, do you think this is a place where people live?"
Wu Dazhi shook his head. To be honest, his liver was trembling now. The scene in front of him made him more and more unable to believe that the Long Zhi of yesterday was a "person".
Just when Wu Dazhi was stunned, Zhou Zijing, who sneaked into the room on the right at some point, screamed: "Oh my god!!!"
Wu Dazhi was very excited. Ever since he experienced the incident at the Ghost Mother Dojo, he was like a frightened little rabbit. At the slightest disturbance, the hairs on his hair stood on end and he was covered in cold sweat.
At this time, his only thought was, will something happen to Fatty Zhou? Without any time to think about it, Wu Dazhi rushed into the small room on the right immediately.
But there didn't seem to be anything strange in the room. There was only a broken bamboo bed surrounded by a somewhat tattered curtain, and there wasn't even a three-legged table or chair.
After calming down, Wu Dazhi saw Zhou Zijing with his mouth wide open, casting horrified eyes on the broken bamboo bed. The corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he was obviously frightened into Zhao Si.
Wu Dazhi followed Zhou Zijing's gaze in confusion, oh my god, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.
I saw a skeleton lying on the bamboo bed. It doesn't matter if there is a skeleton. Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing have never experienced anything now, but damn, this skeleton is clearly wearing the clothes worn by Long Zhi yesterday.
The jug into which Zhou Zijing drank several sips of wine yesterday was now quietly hanging on the skeleton's waist.
Zhou Zijing had lost his ability to think. He was trembling and said to Wu Dazhi tremblingly: "Dazhi, there is really something fishy about that old guy. How about we run away?"
When he spoke, his upper and lower teeth were obviously fighting. Wu Dazhi slapped Zhou Zijing hard: "Calm down, you are a disciple of the Tantric Cult after all, aren't you just a skeleton? Isn't it embarrassing to see how scared you are?"
Wu Dazhi said calmly, but he kept mumbling in his heart, is there really something wrong with Long Zhi?
Zhou Zijing calmed down a little after hearing what Wu Dazhi said. He seemed to feel that his behavior just now was a bit embarrassing, so he rubbed his nose and said: "I just think that it is not normal for a skeleton to appear in this bardo world...