"No." At this time, Lu Sheng looked at the gloomy woods and said with some fear, "Are we really going in?"
He felt that the unknown woods were more terrifying than the strange black soil behind him.
Who knows what is hidden deep in the woods?
"Fear won't kill you, but ghosts will."
After Li Leping left these words, he didn't say another word and walked straight in.
Lu Sheng looked around and had no choice but to follow Li Leping in.
As soon as we walked into the woods, the darkness seemed to materialize, and the range that the flashlight in our hand could illuminate seemed to be shortened a lot.
The ground was covered with a layer of fallen leaves that had rotted into the soil, but strangely, it felt very solid when stepping on it, instead of being soft and rotten like the mud outside.
"Can't the ghost's supernatural powers affect this forest?" Li Leping's eyes narrowed.
It didn't take long for him to walk in, but the dark environment, the towering tree trunks, and the dense weeds all around made him feel a little disoriented for a moment.
The huge forest was eerily quiet. The lush weeds and bushes blocked the light of the flashlight, and there was an eerie rustling sound every time you walked through it.
After many years of natural growth, most of the weeds have reached a height of almost half a person's height. They would rub against Li Leping's waist from time to time, making his hair stand on end.
The wooden house is not small, but it is empty inside, and the internal situation can be seen at a glance.
Lu Sheng did not hide it. He took out a dry tobacco bag from his clothes, which is now very rare and was basically active in the old rural period.
Vaguely, he always felt like someone was leading a path for those who came here.
I just don't know where the old man's body is buried.
In the final analysis, for people like them who are constantly being invaded by evil spirits, being able to live a normal day is a luxury.
The forgetting speed of memory is slowing down, as if it is affected by another supernatural force.
Li Leping also guessed some of Lu Sheng's abilities.
Dilapidated, old wooden house.
If you want to talk about it, this place is quite close to the river where old Zhao's grandson drowned.
Anyway, I can't live that long.
"Supernatural" always comes with a more terrifying price, but it hasn't been shown yet.
If the old man in the village hadn't told them, who would have thought that someone would build such a thing here. You must know that this place is not close to Qingshi Village. You have to walk at least three to five kilometers to get to the village.
"It's just that every time I take a puff, my lungs feel like they're being burned by fire. Don't look at it. It's normal for me to talk to you now, but my lungs always feel like they're being burned by fire. And every time I
When you cough, all you cough up is smoke."
Along this path built using the heights of weeds, the two finally stopped, as if they saw something.
He didn't reply. After glancing at Lu Sheng, he turned around and walked cautiously towards the wooden house not far away.
"Is this here?" Lu Sheng stopped and said timidly.
However, the simple furnishings in the house made Li Leping extremely certain that the old man, who was estimated to have lived for about ninety years, must be a ghost controller.
Li Leping said: "You are not wrong, I feel the same way."
"Is this intentional?"
What price will be paid for temporarily delaying the recovery of Li Gui in the future?
It was very simple, with nothing but a dusty wooden bed and a small table, which was also covered with dust.
"By the way, what is the power of the ghost in your body?" Suddenly, Li Leping looked at Lu Shengdao.
Not far away, a clearing appeared in the woods.
There was silence all around, except for the sounds of Li Leping and Lu Sheng walking around. From time to time, they stepped on a pile of dead leaves, making a rustling sound.
Li Leping thought about it carefully and thought it was very possible.
"After entering the village, I can also feel that the recovery of the ghost has been greatly delayed."
However, at this moment, the only things that allowed him to identify the direction were the weeds growing on the ground.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Speaking of this, a look of surprise suddenly flashed across Lu Sheng's face: "However, since I entered this village, I feel that the tingling sensation in my lungs has been reduced a lot. I don't know if it's my imagination.
Because I have been tortured by this pain for too long, and now I am a little numb."
I see.
After all, the smell of tobacco on him was too strong.
"Perhaps the old man is dead?"
However, now I know that this matter has little significance.
Li Leping's mouth twitched.
However, there was no excitement on Li Leping's face.
The black hollow wooden pole was made of wood or bamboo, and there was a dark tobacco bag hanging at the end of the brass-colored tobacco pot.
It's more like the color of dried blood.
Lu Sheng covered his head. He had been stimulated by this constant pain for so long that he couldn't even tell whether he was still being tortured.
If you look closely, you can see that the color of this tobacco bag is very close to brown, but it is definitely not dyed with ordinary pigments.
He couldn't guarantee whether he would encounter any strange attacks in the wooden house, so before that, he had to understand Lu Sheng's abilities to prevent being caught off guard again.
"You are not from Zaowangdao, are you?" Lu Sheng asked suspiciously.
A road that leads nowhere.
In the middle of the clearing sits a small wooden house.
In the dark entrance, nothing can be seen, not even the light of the flashlight can shine through.
He is not that naive, he always stays awake.
"I call this thing a ghost pipe. The pipe and the pipe pot don't matter. Just take out the shredded tobacco from the pipe, light it and take a puff, and the smoke will affect the ghost."
This is the place where an old man lived during the Republic of China, but now it seems that no one has lived here for a long time.
The ghost has escaped, and Li Leping can only pray that the old man will leave some message to those who will follow him before he leaves.
Li Leping immediately noticed the difference in the height of these weeds.
As for what happened further down the road, it was beyond his scope of thinking.
"Really?" Lu Sheng didn't think about this level, or he didn't think about it that much at all.
There are no supplies needed for daily life here. Only by relying on supernatural ghost masters can we survive in this ghostly place.
The wood was rotten, and even the door had rotted and collapsed to the ground due to age.
"I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference!"
By shining a light on it, you can see that although most of the weeds look like they have not been taken care of for many years and are growing lushly, there are still a few weeds that look like they have been deliberately harvested with a knife. In the end, they are far more than
Weeds that grow much shorter naturally point out a path invisibly.
The task of taking photos in the ghost photo studio is still there, and he only has two choices now.
One is to tear up the blank photo paper now and refuse the photo-taking mission, but the price is that he will be attacked by the ghosts sent by the ghost photo studio.
The other is to continue this photo taking mission.
The first option was decisively abandoned.
Now that we have all come to Qingshi Village, how can we just retreat?