The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 49 The Wooden House in the Woods
"No." At this time, Lu Sheng looked at the gloomy woods and said with some trepidation, "Are we really going in?"

He felt that this unknown forest was more terrifying than the weird black soil behind him.

Who knows what lies hidden in the depths of the woods?
"Fear won't kill you, but ghosts will."

After leaving this sentence, Li Leping didn't say anything more, and went straight in.

Lu Sheng looked around and had no choice but to follow Li Leping in.

As soon as he walked into the woods, the darkness seemed to materialize, and the range that the light of the flashlight in his hand could illuminate seemed to be shortened a lot.

The ground is covered with a layer of fallen leaves that have rotted into the soil, but strangely, the feeling of stepping on it is very solid, not soft and rotten like the mud outside.

"Can't the spirit of that ghost affect this forest?" Li Leping's eyes were fixed.

It didn't take long for him to walk in, but the dark environment coupled with the towering tree trunks and the dense weeds all around made him a little lost for a while.

The huge forest was eerily quiet, the luxuriant weeds and bushes blocked the light of the flashlight, and there would be a creepy rustling sound every time they walked by.

After years of natural growth, most of the weeds have grown to almost half a person's height. They rubbed against Li Leping's waist from time to time, making his hair stand on end.

However, at this moment, the only thing that could let him know the direction were these weeds that were growing on the ground.

It can be found with a single light. Although most of the weeds seem to have not been taken care of for many years and grow luxuriantly, there are still a small number of weeds that seem to have been deliberately harvested with a knife. The weeds that grow much shorter naturally point out a path invisibly.

"Is this done on purpose?"

Li Leping immediately noticed the difference in height of these weeds.

Vaguely, he always felt that this was someone leading a path for those who came here.

A road that doesn't know where it leads.

There was no sound around, only the sound of Li Leping and Lu Sheng walking around, stepping on a pile of dead leaves from time to time, making a rustling sound.

I don't know how long has passed.

Along this path built using the heights of the weeds, the two finally stopped, as if they saw something.

Not far away, there was a clearing in the woods.

In the middle of the clearing stood a log cabin.

Dilapidated, old wooden house.

The wood has rotted, and even the gate has rotted and collapsed to the ground due to its age.

In the dark entrance, nothing can be seen, not even the light of the flashlight can shine through.

"Is it here?" Lu Sheng stopped in his tracks and said timidly.

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, and you have to walk at least three to five kilometers to reach the village.

Speaking of which, this place is quite close to the river where Lao Zhao's grandson was drowned.

"By the way, what is the ability of ghosts in your body?" Suddenly, Li Leping looked at Lu Sheng and said.

He couldn't guarantee whether he would encounter any weird attacks in the wooden house, so before that, he had to understand Lu Sheng's ability to prevent being caught off guard again.

Lu Sheng didn't hide it. He took out a dry pipe from his clothes, which is very rare nowadays and was basically active in the old rural period.

The black hollow wooden pole is unknown whether it is made of wood or bamboo, and there is a dark pipe hanging at the end of the brass pipe pot.

If you look closely, you can see that the color of the pipe is very close to brown, but it is definitely not dyed with ordinary pigments.

It's more like the color of dried blood.

"I call this thing a ghost cigarette bag. The tobacco rod and the pipe pot are not important. Just take out the shredded tobacco from the cigarette bag, light it and take a puff. The smoke that comes out can affect the ghost."

"It's just that every time I take a puff, my lungs feel like they're being roasted by fire. Although I'm talking to you now, it's normal, 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.”

It turned out to be the case.

Li Leping also guessed some of Lu Sheng's abilities.

After all, the smell of tobacco on him was too strong.

Speaking of this, a look of astonishment suddenly flashed across Lu Sheng's face: "However, since I entered this village, I feel that the tingling sensation in my lungs has been greatly reduced. I don't know if it is my illusion. Because I've been suffering from this pain for so long that I'm a little numb now."

"I can't tell, I really can't tell!"

Lu Sheng clutched his head, he had been stimulated by this continuous pain for so long that he couldn't even tell whether he was still being tortured or not.

Li Leping said: "You don't feel wrong, and I feel the same way."

"After entering the village, I can also feel that Li Gui's recovery has been greatly delayed."

The speed of memory forgetting is slowing down, as if being affected by another supernatural power.

However, there was no excitement on Li Leping's face.

He's not that naive, he's always sober.

"Spirituality" is always accompanied by a more terrifying price, but it has not yet been revealed.

What price will be paid for temporarily delaying the recovery of Li Gui in the future?

"Really?" Lu Sheng didn't think about this level, or he didn't think about it that much at all.

In the final analysis, for people like them who are constantly eroded by ghosts, it is a luxury to live a normal day.

As for further matters, it was beyond his scope of thinking.

Anyway, it won't last that long.

"Where did you come from?" Lu Sheng asked suspiciously.

The corner of Li Leping's mouth twitched.

He didn't reply, and after glancing at Lu Sheng, he turned around and walked cautiously to the wooden house not far away.

The space of the wooden house is not small, but it is empty inside, and the internal situation can be seen at a glance.

It's very simple, nothing, just a dusty wooden bed, a small table, and the table is also covered with dust.

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.

"Perhaps the old man is dead?"

Li Leping thought about it carefully and thought it was very possible.

I just don't know where the old man's body is buried.

However, the simple furnishings in the house made Li Leping very sure that the old man who was estimated to live to be about 90 years old must be a ghost master.

I didn't see any necessities for life here. Only ghost masters who rely on supernatural powers can survive in this ghostly place.

However, knowing this matter is of little significance now.

The ghost has already escaped, and now Li Leping can only pray that the old man will leave some message for the people behind him before he leaves.

The task of taking pictures in the ghost photo studio is still there, and he has only two choices now.

One is to tear off the blank photo paper now and refuse this photo taking task, but the price is that he will be attacked by the ghosts sent by the ghost studio.

The other is to continue this photoshoot mission.

The first option was decisively abandoned.

Now that they have all come to Qingshi Village, how can they just quit?

(End of this chapter)