Blind Chen glanced at him, then moved his gaze to Ashue and asked: "If my guess is correct, the time when you dig up the dragon's blood should be in May of the lunar calendar this year, right?"
Axue thought for a while and nodded with surprise. "Yes, Mr. Chen, it was in May this year. Is there anything special about this?"
"Humph, this is so particular." Blind Chen sighed as he spoke, and then said: "May is the unlucky month of the year. Tai Sui is in charge, let alone this dead dragon, even if it is a real
Even the dragon has to lie down. But after the fifth month, it will be hard to say."
At this time, I suddenly thought of the ghost-head jar, and I was shocked. I quickly told Blind Chen about it. But after hearing this, Blind Chen shook his head and said that it was definitely not a ghost-head jar. Seeing my confusion, he asked
I explained that this place where dragons are bleeding is a very dangerous place. Let alone the ghost-head jar, even if the King of Hell comes, you have to give up. Even if there is a ghost-head jar, if it falls here, it will be swallowed by the dead dragon.
When he said this, I became even more puzzled. Zhang Laosi obviously died from this Guitou jar. If not, then what exactly was this jar?
At this time, Blind Chen looked up at the sky, suddenly his face changed, and he said to us eagerly: "No, the sun is going to set. You should fill up this hole quickly. If we can leave here before the sun sets,
It might be okay, but if not, it’s going to be terrible.”
However, we dug this hole for two full days and filled it in as soon as we were told. By the time we filled most of the hole, only half of the sun's face was left.
Seeing that we were running out of time, Blind Chen told us to stop. Then a few of us quickly packed up our things and climbed to the river bank along the way we came.
The more urgent it is, the more chaotic it becomes. After a day of work, we are already as tired as dead dogs. How can it be so easy to climb such a steep riverside? Especially the fat man, who is bloated, and suddenly slipped when he was halfway up.
He rolled down again, and when he climbed up, the sunset in the west had slowly faded.
In particular, there is a mountain range directly opposite us. Once the sun sets, the backlit area becomes even darker. When we look around, we can hardly see the surrounding environment clearly.
"Run." Blind Chen shouted, and Sayazi ran towards the mountains, faster than a rabbit, but not like an old man in his sixties or seventies.
At this moment, a loud "click" sound came from the direction of the ancient Yellow River Road in the distance, like the sound of something breaking, and then it fell into silence. But this silence gave people an even more depressing feeling, and I always felt that there was something behind it.
Something is staring at us.
It was completely dark, and only a vague outline of the mountains not far away could be seen. This was the only thing that could help us identify the direction.
After a while, even the general outline disappeared. We just ran forward nervously, without even having time to stop and take out the flashlight.
Suddenly, Blind Chen, who was running at the front, stopped. The old man looked very weak, but he escaped more smoothly than anyone else. Maybe this is one of the reasons why he can live for so long. Now that he suddenly stopped, my heart
I wonder if the successor is too weak? Just go up and help him. After all, he is old and cannot compare with us who are young and strong. But as soon as I stopped, I was almost knocked down by the fat man who caught up from behind. The fat man was a few of us.
He was the slowest runner among the people, so he was lucky enough not to fall behind. When he stopped, he put his hands on his knees and said breathlessly: "I, I said, can you please slow down, knowing that my body is like this?"
Shenfa doesn't run very fast. If I keep going like this, I will die of exhaustion before I can catch up with the people behind me."
My attention was all on Blind Man Chen, and I didn’t listen to what he was asked to say. I just heard Blind Man Chen say: “The situation is not right.”
Everyone was shocked, did he see something? Before I could ask, a light flashed in front of them, and blind man Chen had already opened his wolf eyes.
But what caught our eyes was a vast expanse. We don’t know when it started to fog. Although it wasn’t very thick, it was too strange, wasn’t it? On the one hand, the fog came too quickly and urgently, and on the other hand,
This fog is not pure white, but gives people a red feeling. I can't tell it, but I always feel that this situation is very strange.
We all turned on our flashlights, only to find that the fog had become much thicker in just a short while. The wolf eyes in our hands were very good at focusing light, but the light they were shining forward was not
Too far, as if something is blocking the light.
"Master Chen, what's going on? I feel something is not right." I saw Blind Chen's face was heavy, and I had an ominous premonition in my heart. I always felt that the fog had something to do with the dragon's blood below.
Blind Chen nodded, looked behind him again, and then said: "It's not just the fog. Have you noticed that we came looking at the mountain? Logically speaking, we should have reached the foot of the mountain after such a long time, but now it turns out that
Not even the shadow of the mountain can be seen."
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly scanned it with my wolf eyes. Sure enough, not to mention the shadow of the mountain, the surrounding environment seemed to be different from when we came here. But I couldn't tell what was different. It was just
A feeling, a very strange and weird feeling.
"Could we have encountered a ghost hitting a wall, right?" Monkey said with a pale face. This also expresses what I was thinking. Apart from a ghost hitting a wall, what else could make the seven of us get lost at the same time?
What about the direction?
We all looked at Blind Chen. Maybe no one except him had ever encountered such a situation, so naturally we regarded him as the backbone.
Blind Chen gathered us together and was silent for a while before saying: "It would be easier if it was a ghost breaking into the wall, but I'm afraid that we will encounter another situation." Blind Chen paused for a moment, and then slowly vomited out.
Three words: "Dragon sucks its mouth."
As soon as he heard this, the fat man couldn't help but jump up, and said with a look of astonishment: "No, old man of the Chen family, didn't you just say that it was the dragon's blood and not the dragon's mouth? Why did you turn around again?
What you said is somewhat inconsistent!"
Blind Chen rolled his eyes at him, and then explained to us that the dragon's mouth he was talking about was not the "treasure bowl" of Hunjiang Dragon, but another kind of dragon's mouth, because it swallowed not only objects, but also everything.
Living things, such as people.
After listening to it, the word "wormhole" suddenly flashed in my mind, but after looking around, I thought it was not the case. Although I have never seen what a wormhole looks like, it is definitely not what it is like now.
At this time, blind man Chen slowly untied his bag, then took out three sticks of incense and lit it. I was very surprised by his behavior, so I asked him what he was doing.
Blind Chen glanced at me, curled his lips, and said: "Don't you know the rules of being a local mouse? You must light three incense sticks when opening the coffin? It seems that Wang Shuzi really has no intention of letting you enter the industry!
"
"Is there any significance to this?" I asked.
"Haha, it's so important to pay attention to it. Incense is a magical thing, and it is the most efficacious. It is said that people are afraid of three long and two short, and they are afraid of incense of different lengths! There is a saying in our industry, 'one long and two short, the soul will not be separated, and two short'
Long and short disasters have appeared. If none of the three branches are burning, leave quickly and don't get close. Where they are burned and how many branches are burned. Anyone in this industry will know what will happen to them at a glance. Now I will
We need to see what exactly we have encountered."
When one of the incense sticks went out quickly, we were all worried, but fortunately the other two sticks were burned to the bottom. I asked him what was going on? But Chen Xiazi looked like he was greatly relieved.
He took a deep breath, glanced around, and then whispered to us: "There is a ghost."
My scalp is fried. I am most afraid of this kind of thing. I would rather face an old rice dumpling than encounter this invisible evil.
The monkey was not much better than me. He was trembling all the time and kept muttering: "Damn, this is my first time to come out and run into this thing. It's really unlucky."
Blind Chen and the others looked normal. After working in this business for a long time, they would encounter some evil things at some point, but nothing like Monkey and I. This was the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair and have a melon and egg, so naturally she was nervous.
Blind Chen said: "Since it is a ghost breaking the wall, the situation is not too bad. This person is 30% afraid of ghosts, and 70% of ghosts are afraid of people. Although this thing is evil, so many of us are not afraid of it. Wait for you.
Keep up, don't be left alone, otherwise it will be difficult to take care of you. Especially girls, you are not as strong as men like us. If you encounter a ghost, don't be afraid, just shout.
Just say 'the bag dropped' and maybe everything will be fine."
This was the first time I heard of such a thing, and I was a little curious. What does the falling bag have to do with this ghost? I asked him, but Chen Blind didn't say anything, just smiled mysteriously, and then led everyone forward.
go.
Now we are like sheep in danger, we are all gathered together tightly, no one dares to go far away, for fear of being dragged away by the ghost.
As I was walking, suddenly, my ankles tightened and I couldn't move forward. I was shocked and thought to myself, could I be entangled by that ghost?
Thinking of this, my scalp felt numb for a while. I looked down with my wolf eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that my ankles were wrapped in weeds.
I quickly bent down and untied the weeds. The late autumn weeds were all withered and yellow, and they were very strong after being hit by the moisture at night. It took a lot of effort to get the weeds off my feet, but when I stood up
When I arrived, I found that Chen Xiazi and others had disappeared. The surroundings were completely blurry, and no movement could be seen.