Evil Spirit Book

Generally, I don't take the initiative to talk to the ghost Chen. If it wasn't for him to ask my uncle to pay back the favor, we wouldn't have to make so many troubles.

The uncle glanced at the surnamed Chen, his face sank, and he shouted to the little yellow dog: "Little bastard, you have less root scriptures, you also follow me, take him back." He glared at Ghost Chen.

I saw that the atmosphere was a little stiff, and I thought that going on like this would not be the solution to the problem. Since the little yellow dog has already become the early bird, then I should be safe in the future, so I said to my uncle: "Uncle, I have been doing this since I was a child." I treat you like my own father, if I don’t follow you this time, if something happens to you, my conscience will be disturbed for the rest of my life.”

Uncle sighed, didn't make a sound, and didn't intend to back down, but I could see that he had softened his heart, so I struck while the iron was hot and said, "Uncle, we just want to give you a ride. If there is something wrong on the way, what do you say we will give you a ride?" listen."

The uncle probably felt very sad, he relaxed the bottom line, and acquiesced that we would follow, but he asked us to run obediently if we encountered any danger and told us to run away.

I said: "Don't worry, I will definitely listen to you." The uncle glared at me and said: "I didn't mention you, you are as courageous as a mouse, and you can run faster than anyone else when you are in danger. I'm talking about Xiaotian. "

The little yellow dog, whose real name is Zhao Tian, ​​nodded his head when he heard the words, expressing his absolute obedience.

The matter was finalized, and since it was already afternoon, we decided to rest in the local county town for one night, and set off the next day from Sanglin Township to the mountains.

That night, a group of five of us sat around the hotel, and our uncle introduced the general route to us.

The destination we are going to is actually in the depths of the Mangshan Mountains. Due to the terrain, the whole mountain range is divided into three sections. The upper section enters Henan Province. The middle section is where the main peak of Mangshan Mountain is located. However, due to geological development and changes in the lower section, the mountain gradually became shorter and merged with the surrounding alpine basins, turning into a python forest with complex terrain. No one has set foot on it since ancient times. Even today, it is still an undeveloped area. According to legend, there are even savages haunting it. In the last century, scientific expedition members also entered, but after entering, they never came out again.

The uncle said this, paused, and said: "In any place where there are few people, there must be many mountain spirits and ghosts. The dictated route left by your grandfather is already blurred. In addition to the rise and fall of vegetation for 40 years, it is estimated that there are many ghosts in it. The path has also changed a lot, we will go in and find the way, I am afraid it will take a lot of effort, when the time comes, all of you must listen to my command."

The little yellow dog and I nodded immediately, and the ghost said a good word slowly with an expressionless expression on his face. The big man didn't pay attention to listening, he was vicious, and instead kept paying attention to the movement outside. He looked more like a bodyguard, maybe it was his surname Chen's bodyguard?Is that rich enough?

I subconsciously observed the clothes surnamed Chen, and found that they were ordinary. The style of the clothes on my body was very similar to that of some young travel enthusiasts, but the color was darker, just like him. It was all gray and black, reminiscent of to black and white old photos.

We discussed until early in the morning, and my uncle drew a rough trend chart, and the route was not stable. Then the next day, we arrived at Sanglin Township by car, where we got some food, and then took a boat along the Mang River. Down, to a place called Hengli Village.

It was a very small village, located in the lower half of Mang Mountain, the closest living people gathering place to the Mang forest. When we arrived, it was already after six o'clock in the afternoon, and the mountain was pitch black at night, and we couldn't see anything. Not anymore.

There are mostly left-behind old people in the village, and young people go out to work. When we went there, we stayed with a local family surnamed Yihu Wang. There were three grandparents in the family, one granddaughter and one grandson.

The people in the mountains are very hospitable, and the old man made some hanging bacon to entertain us. I looked at the appearance of the barren walls, and felt embarrassed to eat other people’s bacon for nothing, so I found a few packs of biscuits from my backpack and handed them to him. little granddaughter.

The old man was very happy, so he asked where we were going, and when I said we were going into the python forest, the old man was startled and said, "Go to the python ditch? That's impossible, you can't go to that place."

The locals call that place Manggou. It is said that there is a basin inside, with cliffs on both sides, which looks like a deep ditch.

At this time, the man surnamed Chen suddenly took the initiative to speak, and asked slowly, "Why?"

The old man was probably taken aback by the ghost Chen, blinked his eyes, looked at the surname Chen for a while, seemed to confirm whether he was a human or a ghost, and then replied: "Let's not talk about you, even people in our village dare not go in, then There are too many scary things in it, such as bears, wild boars, and it is said that there were savages in the past, and ah... You entered the ditch, and it is said that a female ghost lived in it, crying and crying all night. If you enter the ditch, your soul will be hooked, and you will never come out again."

I laughed secretly in my heart, if I wanted to talk about wild boars or something, I would believe it, but the female ghost... I really want to see if she has two heads or three arms.I just wanted the old man to stop promoting feudal superstition, when I heard a woman's voice outside the door, anxiously said: "Master Wang, did you see Niu Niu, didn't Niu Niu play with your idiots? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

The old man put down the conversation, and immediately asked his grandson who was eating biscuits: "Where's Niuniu?"

That boy was a tiger-headed boy, his mouth was full of biscuit crumbs, he kept his hands to the left, and said, "Niu Niu left with a big sister."

The old man was frightened, this place is full of left-behind old people, and it is rare to see a young man in half a month, big sister?Where is the big sister from?As soon as the old man snatched Huzi's biscuit, his voice became a little harsh: "Which big sister is it, why did Niuniu leave with her?"

Huzi said: "When the sun went down, there was a sister in white clothes. Niu Niu went away with her. My name is Niu Niu. She won't come back."

The woman at the door, seeing the direction of Huzi's finger, immediately slapped her thigh, tears fell down, I was startled, and stood up straight away, thinking that the child is in a hurry, but the horoscope has not yet been written Things, why is it like a dead person?

But the woman cried and said: "It's over, that's the direction of Manggou."

My mind buzzed, the woman in white, Manggou, could it be...

Before I could think of a one, two, three, I saw the ghost Chen Meng standing up from the stool, with a blank expression on his face, and said two words lightly: "Looking for someone."

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and the mountain was completely dark. Looking out from the village, the surrounding fields were pitch black, and some unknown animal sounds could be heard from time to time in the darkness. The five of us, plus old man Wang and the woman, all went to the python. Go to the direction of the ditch to find someone.

The people in the mountains are very poor, so they managed to find a flashlight, but it was still out of power.Fortunately, we needed wind lanterns for camping, so we all brought wind lanterns in our equipment. The seven people were divided into four groups, each with a wind lantern.

When I walked to the place where Niuniu played during the day, I found out that it was a mound, and the mound was covered with a wild plant called 'Mizuna'. Mr. Wang said that this plant grows in February and can be served cold , has the effect of lowering the fire. When this season comes, the children in the village are digging water and vegetables while grazing cattle.

Sure enough, we soon found traces of digging wild vegetables around the mound, and a sickle with dirt was placed on it. When the woman saw it, she immediately held the sickle in her hand and said hoarsely: "It belongs to our family. "

The road before entering Manggou is a dense forest. Since we didn't know where Niu Niu went, the four of us separated and picked a direction respectively. Old man Wang and I went into the forest to the east.

This is the edge of the python forest. Villagers often cut firewood around, so some signs of human activities can be seen. Old man Wang and I carried lanterns and staggered forward in the dark, calling Niu Niu's name all the way. About 10 minutes later, the old man Wang stopped and his face became even more ugly. He looked at the dark forest in front of him and sighed in an old voice: "Going forward, but I have never been there before."

I know they are very jealous of Mang Lin, so I couldn't decide what old man Wang meant, and thought to myself, wouldn't he dare to leave?want to give up?Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished thinking, old man Wang said: "Young man, come behind me, if you encounter any danger, you should run first."

I was stunned for a moment, and my face was burning hot, and I thought it was not a manly thing to let an old man take risks. I held up the lantern and identified the way ahead, and found that the ancient trees nearby have become taller and taller, and the roots are thicker. Many holes were exposed, and it was night again, and the knotted roots were covered with moss, which was so slippery that I found it difficult to get off my feet, let alone this old man.