infinite danger

The patriarch slowly tied the rolled up map with a red string, and put the map into the wooden box with a solemn expression.

There was a picture engraved on the wooden box, and upon closer inspection, I found that the picture was full of lifelike cats, so vivid that they seemed to jump off the wooden box in the next moment.

After closing the box, the patriarch's skinny hand pressed heavily on the wooden box lid, frowning:

"Our ancestors did leave a clue, but our people followed that clue and searched the area for miles, but they couldn't find those incomplete places!"

The head of the patriarch raised his old and cloudy eyes, his eyes full of expectation fell on everyone, and he said earnestly: "That's why we pin our hopes on you, and hope that you can save our lives and let the incense of the village continue. If you can really find Jiuwei Temple, they are the reborn parents and benefactors of our Linan Ancient Village..."

"Ham, don't talk so much useless...speak from the bottom of your heart..." Li Yin changed his voice, leaned forward, clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice: "Speak directly, your unreliable ancestors left What clue?"

The patriarch was dissatisfied with Li Yin's claim that his ancestors were unreliable, so he glared at him, clasped his hands together and said, "Don't blame your ancestors", then found his bong from behind, twisted some tobacco from under the tea table, lit it and inhaled deeply. Take a sip.

Suddenly there was a pungent smell of smoke in the air.

Seeing that the patriarch still smoked leisurely, Li Yin became a little anxious: "Old man, don't play tricks on us! What the hell is it?"

The patriarch slowly exhaled smoke, his face was buried in the white smoke, and his expression could not be seen clearly: "The ancestors only left us a sentence."

Ji Siwei coughed due to the choking smoke, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

The patriarch raised his head, his deep eyes pierced through the smoke, and looked straight into Ji Siwei's eyes. His voice was not heavy, but it made everyone's hearts sink: "Walk three times before the gate of hell, and make a wish in the wishing temple. There are thousands of autumns in the fierce land." , the map returns to Nine Tails."

After hearing this, Li Yin slapped the table, and joked without hesitation: "Ham, listen to the answer to this riddle, does it seem like you want someone to find something? Your ancestors made it clear that they were trying to trick you."

"The genealogy records that our first patriarch has the ability to predict the future." The patriarch was furious with Li Yin's beard, and he argued loudly: "He definitely didn't do this to deceive us!"

"Fool, of course I didn't cheat them..." Ah Ming glanced at Li Yin, and said in a delicate tone, "It's clear that he cheated us."

The patriarch ignored their nonsense this time, took his last puff of cigarette, knocked hard on the trash can, and the ash fell off, he looked at the clock on the wall: "This time, we decided to go all out and risk our lives. , and restore this map.”

Ji Siwei's eyes lit up, and he looked sideways at the patriarch: "You mean, will you find someone to cooperate with us?"

"Little baby, how did you know so quickly?" The patriarch took out an old cloth from his pocket and wiped the bong on his hand: "Well, I will dispatch the best young people in the village to you."

"I think among these people, you are the only one who is reliable..." The patriarch glanced at Ji Siwei's legs, showing regret, and said regretfully, "It's such a pity, if we can really find the Nine-Tails Temple and make a wish , may really be able to stand up again..."

The patriarch's words were neither painful nor itchy to Ji Siwei, he didn't even bother to raise his eyes.

But Wang Yiyi pricked up her ears, opened her watery eyes, and asked the patriarch enthusiastically: "Can the nine-tailed cat really fulfill people's wishes as in the legend?"

The patriarch stroked his gray beard and nodded: "This is natural, the genealogy will not be falsified."

A pure smile appeared on Wang Yiyi's face, and she asked sweetly: "Then has any of you ever succeeded?"

"Of course, as long as..." The patriarch paused, stopped talking in time, turned to look at Ji Siwei, and changed the subject a bit abruptly: "Do you have any clues?"

"Walk three times before the gate of hell, and make a wish in the wishing temple. There are thousands of autumns in the fierce land, and the map returns to the Nine Tails..." Ji Siwei read this sentence softly, rubbing the black long knife in his hand with his fingers subconsciously: "This sentence Inside, there are three locations, Ghost Gate Pass, Wishing Temple, and Fierce Land, and the three locations correspond to the three gaps on the map."

Ji Siwei has delicate features and delicate features. When he lowers his head to think, he looks like a pleasing painting. His clean black hair makes his complexion pale, and his sharp eyes are as if carefully drawn with fine brushwork, making him look like a Gentle scholar.

The patriarch couldn't bear to disturb him, and waited quietly for him to continue.

"Ghost gate, Wishing Temple, fierce..." Ji Siwei raised his eyes, pressed his fingertips on the cold knife, and asked the patriarch gently: "Patriarch, is there such a place in or near the Linan ancient village? "

The patriarch sighed deeply again, and the boss put the bong back into the bag reluctantly: "I know where the Ghost Gate and the Wishing Temple are, but I really don't know where it is."

Ji Siwei frowned, pulled out a pen and paper from the table, put the paper on the palm of his hand, and after a while, he wrote the map silently: "I heard your tone, you have already been to the previous two places, have you found anything?"

"Not found." The blood on the patriarch's face faded instantly, and he said tremblingly, "Because none of those who went there survived."

"This..." Hearing this, Li Yin finally became serious: "Old man, what's going on, can you tell us about the situation?"

"Ghost gate refers to the old gate of our village. Hundreds of years ago, we once migrated because that place was so evil."

The patriarch lit the cigarette again, and said eloquently:

"According to the prophet in the village, there are too many corpses buried under that gate, which is very yin, and it happens to be on the gate of ghosts. Every midnight, the gate of ghosts opens, and the gate of the old village connects the two worlds of yin and yang, and ghosts come from the yin and yang. Come out of the underworld and mix among the living... The ancestors had no choice but to give up the old village to the ghosts and build a new home here."

"The abandoned village was devoid of people, and it quickly merged into the forest, and the gate of the village is called the gate of ghosts by us."

Li Yin sucked in a breath of cold air, his scalp was numb: "Then, aren't ghosts and ghosts rampant there?"

Ah Ming clasped his hands, looking at the patriarch with dark eyes: "Listen to what you say, go to the gate of hell, ten deaths and no life."

"It's... so scary..." Wang Yiyi shrank her body, with a look of fear on her face: "We will die there."

"The young men we sent to search for the map are among the best in the village. Together, they can hunt even the wildest wild boar in the forest, but..." The patriarch seemed to recall painful memories, with a frowning expression on his face. : "After they went to the ghost gate, the corpses were hung on the big banyan tree at the gate of the village the next day. No one knows when and by whom they were hung up..."

The patriarch lowered his head, his tone suppressed: "No one survived, and I really have no clue to tell you."

Wang Yiyi comforted him softly: "Patriarch, don't be sad, you have already helped us a lot."

The little mute sat blankly in his place, as if he was born with a higher resistance to fear, he just frowned slightly, and continued to make tea for himself.

Afraid that the little puppet would be bored, Ji Siwei patted its head absently, and then asked the patriarch, "Where is the Wishing Temple?"

The little puppet escaped from Ji Siwei's clutches, stood up, moved his knuckle fingers away, and moved them back again, enjoying themselves.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Ji Siwei's lips, allowing the little guy to use his hands as toys.

Hearing the words "Wishing Temple", the patriarch's face was almost wrinkled, and he looked at Ji Siwei with a sad face: "Little baby, when you come back from the ghost gate alive, can we talk about the Wishing Temple? "

The implication is that I don't want to say it.

Ji Siwei smiled, his canine teeth were slightly exposed, and his tone was uncompromising: "No."

Ah Ming also raised the corners of his lips, and said with a smirk: "The stockade is not peaceful recently, in case something happens to you, we should ask someone, right?"

"Don't get me wrong, I just care about you, absolutely nothing else."

The patriarch choked on Ah Ming's words, and the cigarette in his hand suddenly smelled bad. He babbled and babbled, with an inexplicably aggrieved expression:

"The Wishing Temple is not far from the stockade, and its history is even longer than that of the stockade. It enshrines an evil god with a snake head and a human body."