Evil Spirit Book

I looked at my uncle and was speechless for a while, finally swallowed and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, what do you mean?"

The uncle glanced at the tent and saw that there was no movement inside, so he twisted my ear, with a look of hatred on his face, and said: "Little boy, when will you be smarter, who is the surname Chen? Do you dare to eat what I give you?"

I immediately thought of the Dragon Pill given to Wei Xiaobao by the leader of the Dragon Sect in "The Deer and Cauldron", and I felt like hitting the wall, and asked with a mournful face, "Could it be poison? Did the little yellow dog eat it?"

"What little yellow dog!" Uncle slapped me across the face, motioning me not to take nicknames, and said, "I don't know if it's poison, but it's definitely not a good thing. Do you think Xiaotian is as stupid as you?"

I got angry immediately, and said, "He didn't remind me!"

The uncle shook his head and said, "I don't say anything now." After a pause, he said again: "If you feel any discomfort on your body, please tell me at any time." I greeted the eighteen generations of my ancestors surnamed Chen in my heart , as soon as the uncle finished speaking, I felt something was wrong all over my body. I felt it and said, "I feel a little itchy..."

The uncle's face turned dark, and he said, "That's because you haven't showered for two days and two nights."

Speaking of bathing, it’s really true. I stumbled along the way, covered in stinky sweat and yellow mud. I was reminded by my uncle, so I twisted the towel and scrubbed by the river. After wiping, I suddenly found that the river seemed to be floating. Something, by the light of the bonfire, is indistinct and indistinct.

There happened to be a tree branch next to me. I was wearing underwear, and I stood by the river with my buttocks upturned to hook the thing. The uncle said: "Zaizai, what are you doing in the middle of the night? I'm not afraid of the wind and cold. Come here and bake it after washing." bake."

While he was talking, the hook of my tree branch caught the thing, so he didn't care about answering, and kept pulling the thing towards the shore. The uncle was attracted, squinted his eyes and looked at it, and it was my hand together. After a while, we dragged the thing floating on the water to the shore. I looked at it, almost didn't spit it out, and scolded myself for being cheap.

What I hooked over turned out to be a corpse. I don't know how long it had been soaked in the water. It was swollen and bluish, as if it would burst if pressed, and the facial features were all swollen and deformed, like a big white cake.

Today, there are enough disgusting things. If this continues, I will soon get used to it.

Taking a step back, subconsciously covering my mouth and nose, I said, "How can there be corpses in this place, uncle, didn't you say that there are very few outsiders in Mangshan Mountain?"

Uncle was not as scared as I was. He frowned, as if he was observing the corpse. After a while, he pointed to the body and said, "Look at the clothes he's wearing."

I can't wait to leave immediately, I don't even have the heart to see him. After my uncle said this, I can only take a few more courageous glances, but it turns out that something is wrong. The clothes are professional mountaineering clothes, and there are many small clothes It seems that the pockets are not bought, but specially made.

The uncle explained: "This is a poacher, he probably belonged to the guy in the Dragon's Blood Forest, but for some reason, he died here." I suddenly thought of the human fish I ate at night, and felt sick immediately, and said : "Maybe they encountered some danger, and they all drowned in the river. The fish we ate at night may have eaten his accomplices."

The uncle's expression changed, and he said: "It's the most unlucky to fish a corpse in the river, let him down." We closed the hook, let the corpse float in the river again, and were soon swept all the way into the darkness by the fierce current.

I also feel that I have been very unlucky these two days. I heard that the corpses that died in vain in the river, for seven days or so, the ghosts will not leave the body, but will attach to the corpses. Swallowing the lives of many people, in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, there are people who specialize in salvaging corpses for a living. They fish them ashore, and according to their certificates, notify their families to pay for the corpses. If they can't pay, they throw the corpses back into the Yellow River.

Some people say that those who fish for corpses have no conscience, but in fact, this industry is not only disgusting, but also carries great dangers, so there is nothing wrong with getting some red envelopes.

After all, who would like to go to the Yellow River to catch carrion for free?Unless he is full and full.

Just as I was thinking about it, my uncle said that it was almost time to change shifts, and he asked me to wake up the little yellow dog and the others to change shifts. When I got into the tent by myself, I couldn't fall asleep because my mind was full of uncle's business.

In fact, the danger along the way is second to none. The key is the medicine given by the surname Chen. If the uncle is only required to lead the way, then why make us take the medicine in a different way?

Obviously, the relationship between them may not be as simple as what my uncle said. I really can't understand it. My uncle is already very old. What is there that is worth his troubles.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn’t figure it out, and I fell asleep at some point. In a daze, I saw someone unzip the tent, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. At first, I thought it was a little yellow dog. Chang wanted him to quickly zip it up, it was freezing to death.

But then, I felt that something was wrong, because someone was touching my face, his hands were slippery and cold, and it seemed that he was still talking in my ear, but I couldn't hear what was said.

At this moment, I feel as if I have been in a nightmare. I know the situation outside, but I just can't wake up.

As soon as that hand touched my face, I felt something was wrong. The little yellow dog has always been hiding from me before it was too late, so why would it take the initiative to come up to me?What's more, he is a big man, and he is not glass, so why touch my face if he has nothing to do?Envious of the stubble I haven't shaved for two days?

I knew something was wrong, and I struggled hard in my sleep, trying to break free from this dream barrier. After a long time, when those hands were about to reach into my collar, I woke up.

The bonfire outside came in, and the tent was glowing red. I immediately grabbed the hand touching my chest, looked down, and was stunned. It was a little yellow dog?

Depend on!Could it be that this kid is really glass?

I got angry immediately, and cursed: "Get down for me."

The little yellow dog lowered his head, raised his head after a while, and said softly, "Are you talking to me?" When he looked up, he saw a pale face with a scarlet tongue hanging from his mouth... This, This is not a little yellow dog, it is clearly the face of Miss Minguo!That face that looked like it had been whitened was slowly approaching me, and the scarlet tongue flicked and flicked, as if it would touch my mouth at any moment.

I gasped for a moment, I couldn't even speak, and under the strong fear, I reflexively kicked over.As a result, when I kicked it out, I suddenly felt a sharp pain under my foot, as if I had kicked a stone. Immediately afterwards, I sat up all over...

It turned out...it was a dream within a dream.

This time I really woke up, there was no little yellow dog, and there were no beauties from the Republic of China. I felt chills all over my body. When I touched it, I realized that I was actually covered in cold sweat. ,

I was the only one in the tent, it was gray, and there was some movement outside. I was about to get up, but my whole body was weak. In the end, my legs were almost trembling and I walked out of the tent. , At this moment, the sky is still not bright, the thick mist floats on the river, the little yellow dog is squatting by the water to wash his face, and the uncle and the ghost are packing their bags.

Probably because of my bad complexion, the uncle was startled, and said: "Are you sick? I told you not to wash it last night. The groundwater in February is like freezing in the refrigerator. You just don't listen." The uncle said, He touched my forehead, paused and said, "I have a fever."

Could it really be because of the cold shower last night?

I think it's a bit unlikely. I have always been in good health. Sometimes I forget to change the gas in winter, and I often take cold water. I have never caught a cold. Could it be true this time?

I subconsciously glanced at the little yellow dog who was washing the cold water by the river, and I couldn't help being stunned. There was a boat floating on the river covered with thick fog, and there were two people on board.

A man, and a woman.

The woman is the Miss Minguo, she is lowering her head on the man's abdomen, she doesn't know what she is doing.

I know that something is wrong with my current state, but I just can't remove the glasses. After a while, the woman raised her head and had something in her mouth. When I saw it, my stomach turned upside down...it was an intestine , when a woman in the Republic of China sucked it, it was like sucking noodles...

"Ghost, ghost..." At this moment, apart from these two words, I really don't know what to say.I am a good young man with a modern education, and in my 24 years of life, I have never seen such a horrible scene, except in horror movies.

The beauty of the Republic of China finished sucking the 'noodles', turned her face to me, and showed an extremely ferocious smile. I felt my heart stop beating suddenly, and the blood in my whole body seemed to rush to my head, and then my eyes went black, Then I don't know anything...

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One day, Sun Miao jumped off a cliff.

The uncle was startled and asked, "What's the matter?"

Miao cried, and replied: "Readers read books and don't vote for recommendations."