The years of reselling the haunted house

Since Po Meng chased the escaped man, she has been silent.I was running wildly here, and I didn't dare to look back, and I didn't know when Po Meng would come back.I just hope my speed will allow me to cross the bridge smoothly.

After Ouyang or Zhang Shitai got on the bridge, their figures became much blurred.When I was about to run to the front, I realized that there was also a thin layer of mist on the bridge.

Through the mist, I was surprised to find that the bridge has become much bigger without knowing it.When we were squatting and observing from a distance, I thought the bridge was too small.It doesn't quite match the identity of Naiheqiao.Although I have never seen the real Naihe Bridge, but in my opinion, at least the bridge can't be so small, right?

And when I ran closer, I found that the bridge seemed to be several times bigger.The bridgehead alone looked ten meters wide.

I don't know if what I see now is an illusion, or what I saw before is an illusion.

But I didn't have time to think about it, the bridge was right in front of me, and I couldn't hesitate, and as soon as I gritted my teeth, I rushed to the bridge with the two of them.

Fortunately, we didn't fall down when we were about to cross the bridge like that bird.I don't know if the shrouds we wear cover the effect of Yang Qi.

When I came to Xiaozhou Mountain this time, I seemed to have a good relationship with the bridge.Just crossed the Yin Bridge with the fat man, entered the Undead Valley, and came out of the Naihe Bridge.

I don't know if crossing the bridge is a blessing or a curse for me.

I was thinking wildly, not daring to stop, almost running at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

The two people in front, Ouyang or Zhang, don't know if they have practiced sprinting or something. I ran so vigorously, and the distance between them became wider and wider.

Gradually their figures faded away in the mist.

While I was running wildly on the bridge, I suddenly heard a voice calling me.

"Eldest nephew...Eldest nephew..."

It's the third uncle!Uncle San is calling me!

I was shocked. This was the first time I heard my third uncle's voice since we parted, and it was also the first time I was so close to him.

Before I heard the third uncle's voice, I didn't have any special feelings.As soon as I heard my third uncle calling me in that familiar voice, I suddenly felt like crying.If I was still alert before, hearing the third uncle's voice made me lose all vigilance at once.

This may be the so-called truth that cares about chaos.

I stopped suddenly on the bridge, trying to find the source of Uncle San's voice.

"Eldest nephew... Eldest nephew, save me..."

At this moment, the voice came out again.

This time I recognized it, as if it came from under the bridge of Naihe Bridge.

I was running in the middle of the bridge, and when my third uncle called me, I desperately ran to the edge of the bridge, held on to the railing with my hands, and looked down the bridge.

The three of us came to Undead Valley, only saw the Naihe Bridge, but never saw the water below.

It is said that under the Naihe Bridge is the Wangchuan River, but we have never heard the sound of water.

Now I just heard my third uncle calling me from under the bridge, and I also wanted to see what was under the bridge.

I stuck my head out and looked under the bridge.

It turns out that the mist on the bridge only lingers on the bridge.There is no trace of fog under the bridge.

I looked under the bridge and found that there was no normal water under the bridge.In its place was a pool of black water.

It's just that the black water didn't flow. Instead, it looked like a pot of asphalt being boiled, bubbling and bubbling in many places.It may be the reason that the water quality is too viscous. These "black water" condense together, which is similar to paste.No wonder we can't hear the sound of water. How can such water flow?

And in the black water, from time to time, you can see pieces of white bones, churning up and down.

"Eldest nephew..."

The third uncle shouted again, which attracted my attention to the bottom of the bridge.

I saw the third uncle showing half of his body, with both hands raised in the air, waving at me constantly.And he was soaked in the black paste under the bridge from the waist down.

"Uncle Three..."

I couldn't help shouting, and in order to see more clearly, I leaned out a lot.

For some unknown reason, I suddenly felt my head sink.

The body involuntarily fell towards the bridge.

"Not good..." I screamed in my heart, but I couldn't control my body anymore.At this time, my head became a little clearer, and the water below, without asking, was definitely not good water.The third uncle was trapped in the water, and I might not be able to save him if I went down, so I had to catch myself.

At this moment, I suddenly tightened my shoulders, clasped my shoulders with both hands, and pulled my lowered body back violently.

I subconsciously wanted to shout out, but I heard a low voice coming from my ear: "Don't talk, relax."

It was Ouyang He's voice that stabilized my heart. According to what he said, I quickly relaxed my body.

Without saying a word, Ouyang directly clamped my body and ran down towards the end of the bridge.

Although Ouyang ran very fast, I didn't hear his footsteps.

After he took me to the end of the bridge in one breath, he let me down and let out a sigh of relief.

I couldn't help but look back at the bridge, and I seemed to see Po Meng's figure appearing on the bridge again, looking around.

In other words, if I come down a little later, even if I don't fall into the river, Granny Meng will still find me.

I glanced at Ouyang or who was beside me, he shook his head at me and pointed to the side.

I followed him and quickly left the range of Naihe Bridge.

There were a few rocks next to them, and one person came to climb them. We ran over, and the old man Zhang came out of it, and he was relieved to see us.

Chapter 770 Stockade

The three of us were in the middle of those boulders, adjusting slightly.

I was out of breath, and impatiently pointed in the direction of the Naihe Bridge and said, "I...I just heard..."

Ouyang waved his hand: "Master, that's an illusion. It's the disciple's negligence, the master's concentration is not enough, the disciple should take you along."

The old man Zhang also nodded and said, "On the Naihe bridge, only ghosts pass by. Although we wear clothes that block the sun, we are human after all. If we don't drink the old woman's soup, it will be very troublesome."

I suddenly realized: "Is there a similarity between this bridge and the Yin Bridge? The person I think about the most will appear in my hallucinations?"

Ouyang nodded: "It seems so. But the water under the bridge is not an illusion."

"Those black mud, things like black paste..." I recalled that the water under the bridge couldn't be called water at all.

The old man Zhang explained: "I guess the miasma in this valley should come from the black water under the bridge. It is also a mystery what the black water is. I have been active in Xiaozhou Mountain for so many years. I've never seen water like this before."

I questioned: "Since the miasma can be produced under the water, why didn't we get invaded by the miasma when we passed by the bridge?"

The old man Zhang said: "I guess it has something to do with the corpse teeth you and I hold. When this thing is put under the tongue, it can produce some body fluid. I think it may be that this body fluid can dissolve part of the inhaled miasma. You are not completely dead. Invaded by miasma, the hallucinations you have are probably related to this miasma."

Ouyang went on to say: "The reed leaves used for the coir raincoat I am wearing are grown in the snow ponds of Tianshan Mountains. I am exposed to the wind and snow. They can filter out some poisonous miasma."

It was only then that I realized that it was no wonder that Ouyang Or's coir raincoat was always on his body, and it looked weird. It turned out that his clothes were also treasures.

I looked around, and it was still very quiet here, and there was no disturbance caused by us crossing the Naihe Bridge.It doesn't seem to have alarmed the people in the Undead Valley here.

"Then what should we do next?" I looked at the Naihe Bridge, and after a short while, the bridge deck was covered by a layer of fog again.The figure of Meng Po was also hidden in the mist.

Ouyang shook his head and said, "Maybe what I thought was wrong, I always feel...they let me go across Naihe Bridge on purpose."

"Let it go on purpose?" I was taken aback for a moment, then asked again: "Who are they...?"

Ouyang shook his head again, he didn't know if he didn't want to say it, or he didn't know who they were at all, so he just said it casually.

Ouyang pointed to the depths of the valley: "Now that Naihe has passed, why not go and see if Naihe is still there? Could it be that they built a hell here?"

"Building a hell? Can this thing be built?"

I was taken aback.

"Or it's just my guess. Uncle Shi will definitely not be under that bridge. I may have more clues as I move on."

After passing the Naihe Bridge, Ouyang may have given the order to start again.

Although he concluded that the voice under the bridge was just my hallucination, but I could hear the third uncle's voice, which warmed my heart.Going forward, you will be closer to third uncle.This idea also gave me great motivation.

After passing the Naihe Bridge, there is still a narrow and long mountain road ahead, which winds and twists, and goes straight forward.

In fact, walking on such a trail, the three of us are easily spotted.Although we all wear things that can block our yang energy, this thing should only be able to deceive ghosts.In this undead valley, it is hard to say how useful it will be.

So if you go down that road, you have to take some risks.I myself felt a chill in my back, and always felt that there were eyes staring at us in the dark.

But we have no choice, because apart from this road, there is no other way to go.There are steep mountain walls on both sides, and the angle is almost straight up and down. Let alone us, even geckos can't climb up.

But it is also because of the existence of these smooth mountain walls that can refract the moonlight, so that the light here is not so dark.

We walked on that mountain road, and unconsciously quickened our pace.

According to the current path, we traveled about 500 meters forward, and saw a village gate appearing in the field of vision from a distance.

That's right, it's the gate of that kind of stockade.

From my understanding, there is a difference between a village and a village.We have seen a lot of villages, and there is nothing insurmountable and blocking things around.But villages are different. In ancient times, they would become cottages, which means that there are mountains around them, and there are many villages with water.The more famous ones are Liang Shanshui Village and so on.

Because the village was handed down from ancient times, it needs to play a certain defensive role.

So in fact, strictly speaking, the stockade is also a village, but there will be fences, waterways, rocks or walls around the stockade for defense.

The gate of the stockade we saw was built with wood.

There is also a tall gatehouse at the gate of the village, and there are walls surrounded by wooden fences on both sides of the gate.

The fence stretched out so far that you couldn't see the side at a glance, and the area inside the village was very large.

When we saw the building, we stopped and looked at each other.

Now this kind of stockade is rare in cities, even in rural areas.In my impression, only in some marginal areas or areas inhabited by ethnic minorities can there be such distinctive villages.

But we only saw the stockade, but no people.At least there was no one in front of the village gate.It looked very deserted.

Ouyang narrowed his eyes and stared at the gate of the village for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's strange, there is still no life here, but a lot of death is permeating it."

I couldn't quite understand a lot of what Ouyang said.I have never understood what he meant by dead air.Does that mean there are no living people here?Or are there too many dead people here?

The meaning of the two sounds similar, but in my opinion there is a difference.It's better if there are no living people, at most it's just that the place has been deserted for a long time, and it's just a bit cloudy.If there are too many dead people, it will be a little more troublesome. What is the reason for the gathering of dead people here?Generally, under such circumstances, the corresponding souls will also gather here, and the danger we face will be magnified ten times or even dozens of times.

Ouyang said to us in a low voice: "Well, I'll go over and have a look, you stay here and don't move."

I nodded, although I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn't think of any other way.Of the three of us, I was the weakest one, and they couldn't let me go to the front to find the way.

Chapter 771

Ouyang or rearranged the coir raincoat on his body, and also grabbed the fishing rod in his hand.

It's the first time I've seen him face such a formidable enemy.Ouyang may give people the impression that he is the kind of person who is not surprised by favor or humiliation, the kind of person who does not change his face when the mountain collapses in front of him.His fishing rod is even more casual, and it will appear in his hand when he wants to use it.

But today he actually took the fishing rod directly in his hand, obviously he was afraid that some accidents would be too sudden and he would not have time to take out the fishing rod.

"Mr. Ouyang, be careful." I instructed.

Ouyang turned around and glanced at me, nodded: "Master is concerned, disciples will be careful."

I can't laugh or cry, my nominal master has really gained enough respect from him.

Ouyang was carrying a fishing rod, wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and walked slowly out of our hiding place, gradually approaching the strange stockade.

From my point of view, the back of Ouyang or wearing a coir raincoat, against the backdrop of the ancient village gate, looks like an ancient hero.

Such a beautiful picture, appearing in this scene, almost gave me a feeling of time travel.

It's just that sad moonlight, still reminding me that we are still in danger now.I have no time, let alone the mood to appreciate the picture in front of me.I focused all my attention on Ouyang or, and my heart was also up and down.

Ouyang may have been walking slowly. Although he looked relaxed, I knew that every step he took, whether it was vision or other senses, he was trying to catch the dangerous signals around him.

The old man Zhang and I are also waiting here. Anyway, I have already thought about it. If something happens to Ouyang or there, I will definitely not escape alone.Now that he is already here, it doesn't seem to matter so much whether he lives or dies.

I kept watching Ouyang or walked in front of the gate of the village, when his footsteps stopped suddenly.

My heart almost jumped to my throat, and I hurriedly held my breath and stared at him, not knowing what was going on in front of me.

Ouyang paused in front of the door for a while, then took a few steps to the left along the horizontal direction.

It seems that the village didn't react as it should to Ouyang's arrival.It was as if there was no such person in front of him.

This scene was frozen for about 5 minutes, and I finally saw Ouyang or waving at us.

Only then did Old Man Zhang and I walk out of the hiding place in peace, and walked slowly to the front of the gate of the village.

This process has also gone very smoothly for us.

I don't know if we are too nervous, or if we make too much fuss about this village.We made sufficient mental preparations, but what turned out to be not the case at all.

It's like a student is facing a big exam, and he has been fighting for several months, studying and reviewing all night long, but when it comes to the exam, when he looks at the exam questions, they are extremely simple questions.All the hard work I put in was in vain.