Ninety Thousand Miles Across the Weird World

Chapter 191

"Village head, let me ask you something. Decades ago, there was the Huluo family here, uh~ the family whose whole family died. Where are they buried?"

Li Jun promised to help Yan Shi find his lost son, to find the person in life, and to find the body in death, so he is going to go to the burial place of Luo's family to see if there is any memory left.

Perhaps, clues can be found?
Of course, this hope is very slim, people have been dead for decades, and if there is no special preservation method, the remaining memory will only last for three to five years.

The village chief was lying on the ground at the moment, unable to stand up at all. After thinking about it, he told Li Jun that the Luo family was hiding in the ghost forest after death.

"Ghost Hidden Forest?"

Seeing that Li Jun spoke calmly and without any airs, the village chief became more courageous.

"It's a long story. If you don't dislike it, please come to my house and sit down. I will tell you slowly."

Li Jun nodded.

"Excuse me, by the way, can you help to bury this old man properly, I will pay you, is this enough?" Li Jun took out a gold ring and handed it to the village chief.

The village chief's eyes lit up, he took it tremblingly, and couldn't help squeezing it with his hands: "Enough, it's really enough."

When Li Jun came to the village chief's house, there were many villagers around the door, all looking at Li Jun with fear and curiosity.

"Dear guest, drink tea."

"Thank you."

The village chief brought out a bowl of hot tea, which was steaming yellow and orange. There were three leaves soaked in it.

This kind of thick tea is brewed from the leaves of the oak tree in the mountains. Both the rich and the poor love to drink it.

After taking a sip of tea, Li Jun asked, "Where is the ghost forest? What's the point?"

The village chief told Li Jun that there was a small forest on the east side of their land, and there was often heavy fog in the forest, and it was very easy for people to get lost in the forest.

The villagers call this place the ghost Tibetan forest.

It's an evil place.

Going in during the daytime, there is a feeling of coolness. In the past few decades, many people have disappeared in the forest. Some people say that they were eaten by ghosts, and some people said that they were carried away by wild beasts.

But there are no big beasts in our land!
The village chief shook his head and sighed.

"Since it's an evil place, why are they buried there?" Li Jun asked.

The village chief thought for a while: "According to the old people, that place was not evil before. It became an evil place after Luo's entire family died, and the resentment was too great."

Li Jun's face turned cold.

"The Luo family has done something outrageous, and evil will be rewarded with evil."

The village head nodded hastily: "Yes, yes, evil will be rewarded with evil, old man with little knowledge, please..."

"Take me to see."

Li Jun interrupted the village chief.

The village head showed a embarrassed expression, and said cowardly: "That place is evil!"

Li Jun stood up: "I'm not afraid."

……

Walking into the Guizang Forest, there was a gust of cold wind blowing, and the village chief unconsciously wrapped his sheepskin jacket tightly, but he saw that Li Jun and Mrs. Hou were both wearing single clothes, and they didn't look cold at all.

"Weird." The village head muttered secretly.

He poked his head and walked forward. At some point, there was a thick fog around him. People looked like ghosts in the fog. Even the moon in the sky was hazy, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the side.

The village chief couldn't help looking sideways, and saw a white figure hanging on the tree next to him, swaying, pale, cold, and permeating.

"Ghost, ghost!"

The village chief yelled, fell to the ground, and suddenly a pair of warm hands patted him on the shoulder: "Heart is upright, evil spirits will not invade, just watch."

Li Jun's voice seemed to have magic power, the village head was determined, and then he turned his head to look carefully, where there was a female ghost in white, it was clearly a piece of white oak branch.

"You must be an immortal teacher, right?"

Walking in the gloomy woods, stepping on the soft leaves, the village chief was both scared and excited. After today's work, he could boast for a lifetime.

Soon, they came to a grave.

There is a big locust tree growing on the grave, the root system of the locust tree is well developed, and its roots are densely packed on the grave, which is hideous and terrifying.

"My lord, there is something wrong with this locust tree."

"The locust tree is originally a yang tree, which can expel some little ghosts, but if the locust tree absorbs corpse energy, it will turn into a yin tree again, and it is very easy to become evil.

It seems that the evil in the ghost forest should be related to it, but, who would plant a locust tree on the grave? "

Folk feng shui is particular about tree roots entangled in coffins, which is a sign of great evil, and weird things are prone to happen.

"Break it open." Li Jun said calmly.

"As ordered."

He San is now in the body of a donkey. He struts forward to the grave, kneels down on his hind hooves, and digs with his front hooves. The whole grave is entangled by the roots of the locust tree.

After He San dug it open, he saw a small white bone lying among the densely packed roots.

Judging by the figure, it is a child.

This... is definitely not the Luo family.

Tree roots wrapped around the tiny white bone, the body of the white bone was twisted, and a pained expression appeared on the bone's face.

Li Jun looked at it carefully for a while, then suddenly took out the butcher knife, jumped into the grave, and chopped down the locust tree fiercely. Jinshi Zhiyin remembered that the locust tree was bleeding out foul-smelling blood.

Soon, Li Jun finished cutting down the root system of the locust tree, and took out a completely scarred bone.

The bones squirmed slightly, and the body stretched out, as if alive.

"The art of refining ghosts?"

He San stepped forward, looked carefully, and choked out a sentence: "There are many kinds of techniques for refining ghosts, among which is tree training.

Ordinary practitioners have little cultivation and cannot control powerful ghosts, so they will find some children and refine them into ghosts for driving.

Calculated, this kind of technique should be considered in the yin and yang way. "

A child's figure appeared on the bone, and seeing Li Jun trembling, Li Jun comforted him gently for a moment, and the figure finally calmed down.

Struggling out of the bones was a phantom of a child, about five years old, timid.

"What's your name?"

The child didn't speak, and looked at Li Jun vigilantly, no matter how Li Jun coaxed him, it was useless.

"Brother, let my concubine come."

Mrs. Hou Yingying stepped forward, gently hugged the child in her arms, and whispered to comfort her. Soon, the child smiled and began to communicate with Mrs. Hou.

However, in the ears of everyone, it was Mrs. Hou who was talking to herself. The child opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out at all.

"Brother, he is Yan Shanshen's son, Yan Xiaohu." Mrs. Hou said to Li Jun holding Yan Xiaohu.

"Yan Xiaohu? Who killed him?"

"I don't know, his memory of death is blank, he only remembers some scattered memories of his life, Yan Xiaohu told me that when he opened his eyes, he was already trapped in the mud.

Unable to move, unable to cry, only boundless fear, insects crawled on his body, eating his flesh, feeling his body decaying day by day.

However, he kept his eyes open all the time, and later, many branches appeared to surround him, entangle him, and the branches pierced his body, it hurt~
(End of this chapter)