The night was dark and the moonlight was dim. Those hands, which were as dry as old tree bark, slowly crawled out of the ground. When I looked at them, my heart was violently shaken, and I couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air!
Liu Yuhui also looked over and immediately shouted: "Oh my god, is it a ghost?"
"It's not a ghost, it's a mountain rice dumpling!"
I hurriedly picked up Liu Yuhui and turned around to run away, but the strange thing was that the bright moonlight a few minutes ago was all gone in less than a moment, and what was even worse was that the flashlight was actually out of power now...
Ricai Mountain, which was originally small, actually became extremely vast during Liu Yuhui and I's desperate escape. Even though Liu Yuhui and I ran for more than half an hour, not only did we not find the way down the mountain, but we actually
Still lost.
"Brother Fan, something is wrong with this mountain. It seems that we have been running around this mountain all the time." Liu Yuhui said.
I nodded, "I can see it too, look around, there's fog on the mountain."
As soon as the bright moon entered the dark clouds, a layer of fog began to fill the Ricai Mountain. My heart skipped a beat. Damn it, I couldn't find the way down the mountain in the first place. Instead, there was still fog on the mountain. What should I do?
I couldn't help but become anxious.
At this time, Liu Yuhui suddenly exclaimed!
"No, Brother Fan, there are mountain rice dumplings over there too!!"
I quickly followed Liu Yuhui's gaze and saw that less than ten meters away from us, there, a pair of dead hands stained with blood and soil were slowly emerging from the ground. After a while,
, a head with half of its face rotten emerged from the soil together with the hands...
The half-rotted head was missing an eye, but when it emerged from the soil, I clearly saw a crazy look in its only remaining eye.
I have never seen this kind of corpse, but I have heard people say that this thing is called mountain rice dumplings. Chinese people like to bury their dead on mountains, but sometimes the mountain also pays attention to Feng Shui and luck. If it is a good mountain and good water, then
It's okay to say that, but once the body is buried in a poor place with bad geomantic omen, the corpses buried here will often undergo strange changes. Many tomb robbers usually call this mountain rice dumplings.
The appearance of mountain rice dumplings means that the feng shui of this mountain is extremely bad, and the number of mountain rice dumplings is often not just one or two...
"I'm dead now, Brother Fan, what should I do?" Liu Yuhui didn't dare to express his anger. The mountain rice dumpling not far away had already pulled half of its body out of the soil, and there was a sparse sound coming from its mouth.
The sound made people panic.
"Where's the black dog blood I asked you to bring, give it to me quickly!" I said hurriedly.
Liu Yuhui quickly took out a bottle of black dog blood from his backpack. When I saw it, I almost spit out a mouthful of blood!
"Damn it, is this all you take?"
The bottle of black dog blood Liu Yuhui took out was probably less than half a bottle of mineral water. It was a joke to use such a small amount to deal with Shan Zongzi...
"I thought it was just a simple idea, but I didn't know there would really be rice dumplings."
Liu Yuhui's heart is big enough.
I didn't bother chatting with him, so I grabbed the black dog blood and leaned it against the mountain rice dumpling that was struggling in the mud.
Shan Zongzi's body was mutilated, with only half of its head left rotten. As for its body, it was covered with all kinds of bugs and dirt. As soon as I got closer, I could smell the strong corpse odor emanating from it...
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Zongzi is an evil thing, and they are afraid of dirty things, such as black dog blood, boy's urine, and women's moon-red things (I haven't tried this yet, and the specific effect is unknown).
I opened the bottle, and I don't know where I got the courage to sprinkle the black dog's blood on Nashan Zongzi's head!
As soon as the black dog's blood was spilled, Shan Zongzi suffered terribly. His head, which was mostly rotten, was suddenly covered with the black dog's blood. He was so happy that he kept rolling and banging in the mud...
Taking advantage of this moment, I grabbed my Luoyang shovel, chopped the sharp end hard on the head of Nashan Zongzi, and opened it.
Don't blame me for being too ruthless. Once Zongzi climbs out of this mountain, what's waiting for me will probably be torn into pieces by five horses...
Zongzi are extremely powerful. I have seen how terrifying they are. They bite people when they see them, just like a mad dog. No, compared to mad dogs, their ferocious and terrifying faces are even more chilling.
I chopped off Shan Zongzi's head with a shovel, then called Liu Yuhui and asked him to pour black dog blood on the half of Shan Zongzi's body that had not emerged from the earth.
When Liu Yuhui saw that Shan Zongzi was no longer a threat, he suddenly became more courageous.
"Brother Fan, look at me."
Liu Yuhui poured the black dog's blood onto the body of the mountain rice dumpling. The mountain rice dumpling's body was already rotten. As soon as the black dog's blood poured down, it immediately made a sizzling sound.
Then, a foul smell came out, and the body of the mountain rice dumpling completely rotted in the soil. I asked Liu Yuhui to dig another hole and fill the pit with the mountain rice dumpling's head.
After a few seconds, we were not allowed to relax. Suddenly, in the layers of fog, I vaguely saw a few more mountain rice dumplings staggering towards us...
"No, there are so many rice dumplings!" Liu Yuhui shouted.
"Where's the black dog's blood? Give me the black dog's blood!" I shouted.
Liu Yuhui was speechless. I looked back and suddenly wanted to die.
This Liu Yuhui actually sprinkled the little black dog's blood on the head of the black rice dumpling.
"Are you here to trick me?" I asked angrily.
"Brother Fan, don't I want to eliminate the root cause..." Liu Yuhui said in fear.
"Kill your old sister!"
"What should we do now, Brother Fan?" Liu Yuhui was also scared. There were rice dumplings popping up all around, grinning, just like the zombies in the horror movie...
"What else can I do? Run!"
I grabbed the Luoyang shovel and immediately turned around and ran away with Liu Yuhui. When those mountain rice dumplings saw it, they immediately chased after them...
There was a lot of fog on the mountain. Liu Yuhui and I ran away desperately, but no matter how hard we ran, we couldn't get out. There was fog everywhere. If we stayed for a moment, the mountain rice dumplings behind us would catch up.
When we got to the back, I saw that I couldn't run anymore, so I sat down on the ground.
"Brother Fan, Monk Zhangzhi is there." Liu Yuhui said suddenly.
I looked up and sure enough, Monk Zhangzhi was sitting on a stone, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed, muttering something in his mouth.
"Walk!"
Liu Yuhui and I ran non-stop to Monk Zhangzhi, followed closely by several mountain rice dumplings. But to our surprise, after we got close to Monk Zhangzhi, those few mountain rice dumplings were actually there.
The monk Zhangzhi actually stopped while reading the scriptures, and all of them showed a look of confusion.
Look at the Zhangzhi monk again, sitting cross-legged on the stone, eyes slightly closed, chanting the bitter and profound Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, as quiet as a virgin, like a monk who has been enlightened for many years...