I've been looking for it for so long, and finally I'm going to see its true face?
I quickly put on my clothes and opened the door. The village chief stood at the door, his face full of anxiety and anxiety. A fine bead of sweat oozed out of his forehead, obviously jogging all the way.
"God man, that tree...that tree is really coming!" said the village chief panting, with a hint of fear and awe in his eyes.
I nodded and signaled him to calm down: "Miss Chief, don't be anxious, say slowly. Where is the tree now? Have you gotten close to it?"
The village chief shook his head, his voice trembling: "No, no one dared to get close. The tree is too big, and the trunk is so thick that dozens of people can't hold it, and the leaves are as red as blood. It...it suddenly appeared in the clearings in the back mountain like it was falling from the sky."
"When I woke up this morning, I went to patrol the village as usual, but suddenly I realized something was wrong. At first, I didn't realize anything was wrong, but when I raised my head, I saw the big tree."
I frowned, and while I was excited, I still retained a trace of rationality. Although the appearance of the white tree was as expected, it came so suddenly that there was no sign of any warning, which made me feel something was wrong.
Logically speaking, the white tree is a spiritual object, and its appearance should be accompanied by some strange phenomena in the world, such as wind and clouds, thunder and lightning. However, it appeared quietly. Although the spirit beasts on the mountain kept calling last night, this situation has been going on for several days.
I always feel that there is something missing, because I made a divination in my heart last night and did deductions, but I couldn’t deduce its arrival.
Now, it's suddenly coming, this is not very true.
How to say it? Maybe I am too sensitive, it is better to come than not.
"Let's go, take me to see." I said, then turned around and woke up Fatty Wu who was still sleeping.
Fatty Wu opened his eyes in a daze and muttered, "What's wrong? It's not dawn yet..."
"The white tree is here." I said briefly.
When Fatty Wu heard this, he immediately jumped from the bed, his eyes widened: "What? Bai? Tree? Really come?"
I nodded and urged him to put on his clothes as soon as possible. Fatty Wu was busy putting on his clothes and followed me and the village chief out.
The atmosphere in the village has become tense, and the villagers gather together in groups of three or three, whispering.
When they saw us coming out, their eyes were filled with expectations and fear.
Obviously, they have regarded Fatty Wu and me as saviors, hoping that we can solve the crisis in front of us.
We followed the village chief all the way to the back mountain. The mountains in the early morning were filled with mist, and the air was filled with a wet earthy atmosphere. The mountains in the distance were looming in the fog, like an ink painting.
However, at this moment, we are not in the mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery, and we only have dialogue? The tree's vigilance and curiosity.
After walking for about ten minutes, we finally arrived at a clearing area at the entrance of the village. From a distance, I saw the huge tree.
The white tree is indeed as the village chief said, shockingly tall. The trunk is as thick as a hill, the bark is dark brown, and the surface is covered with complex patterns, like some kind of ancient runes.
The canopy covers the sky and the sun, and the red leaves shine with strange light in the morning light, as if every leaf is breathing.
What makes people feel most uneasy is that there is no sound around the white tree. There is no bird singing, no insect singing, and even the sound of the wind disappears. The entire space seems to be isolated by some force, forming a deadly silent area.
Fatty Wu swallowed his saliva and whispered: "Mr. Li, why does this tree... feel a bit weird?"
I didn't answer, but just stared at the tree, feeling a little uneasy. White? Although the tree is a spiritual object, the aura emitted from it made me feel a little dangerous.
That feeling is like facing a sleeping beast that may wake up at any time.
"Village Chief, Village Chief, it's bad, it's bad!" I turned to look at the sound, and saw a woman running towards us in a hurry.
"Lao Ba, something happened to Lao Ba. He was wrong. He was wrong. You go and have a look. You go and have a look."
"What?" The village chief opened his eyes widened as soon as he heard this.
"What's going on? Tell me slowly." I knew it wouldn't be so calm, and there must be something else to happen.
The woman came to us and she said breathlessly: "When I just got up, I saw Lao Ba kneeling in the main hall. His back was covered with blood marks, his face was red and swollen, and his mouth was bleeding. I tried to move him, but I couldn't move him. Go and see him."
Before the village chief answered, an old woman's voice sounded from a distance again: "Village Chief, Village Chief, my son doesn't know what's wrong. He can't wake up today. He opened his clothes and looked at it, and his body was covered with blood. Go and take a look, go and take a look."
The village chief was completely confused. He turned around and looked at me and asked, "God man, what's going on?"
I frowned, and I knew this was not simple.
There will definitely be other things coming when the white tree appears. Sure enough, all those things are coming now.
"Go and see the eighth brother first." I said in a deep voice, and then followed the village chief and the woman to walk towards the village quickly.
Along the way, the villagers poked their heads out of their homes, their faces filled with fear and anxiety. The air filled with a depressing atmosphere, as if the entire village was shrouded in an invisible shadow.
We soon arrived at Lao Ba's house. As soon as we entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of blood. In the main hall, Lao Ba knelt on the ground, with his back facing us, his body stiff, like a statue. His clothes had been lifted away, and his back was covered with deep whip marks, as if he had been whipped hard by something.
When I walked closer, I found that Lao Ba's face was covered with scars and blood was still hanging on the corners of his mouth.
But the scars on his face were different from those on his back. The scars on his face seemed to be hit by himself, while the ones on his back seemed to be whipped by something else.
"Old Eight!Old Eight!" the village chief shouted anxiously, trying to wake him up, butOld Eight did not respond.
I squatted down and carefully checked Lao Ba's injuries. The blood marks on the back did not break the skin, and were all in the skin.
It's just that there are many scars, which looks a bit shocking!
I reached out and touched the scars, sensed the source, and instantly knew the source of the scars.
These scars are not artificial, but are hit by ghosts!