It's late at night.
It was dark, the fog was thick, and the shadows of the trees were strange.
It is cold in spring, and the air in Laotuo Mountain in Cangzhou is cold and humid. A few rays of moonlight pierce through the cloud cover, making the dense fog in the mountain appear white, faintly highlighting the winding appearance of the mountain road, and adding a sense of splendor.
A man and a woman were walking in panic among the unique eucalyptus trees in this mountain.
Both of them were in their thirties and dressed as poor farmers. They held their breath while rushing on the road, not daring to make a sound as if they were afraid of waking up something.
The starry man was speechless, and the mountains and forests were silent.
After walking quietly like this for a long time, suddenly the wind and waves shook, shattering the shadows of the trees and rustling the branches and leaves.
A chill climbed up her neck and penetrated into her chest, and the woman couldn't help but shudder!
"Master, that thing is about to catch up! I can't do it, I can't do it..."
After running away in a terrifying atmosphere for a long time, her physical strength and spirit collapsed. Her limbs were limp and she was about to collapse while crying.
The man dressed as a woodcutter quickly held her steady and looked back in horror. He saw a hook-shaped crescent moon hanging on the top of the tree branch, as if it was smiling evilly at night.
The woodcutter felt frightened for a while, reached out his hand to touch the woodcutter on his waist, and forced himself to calm down:
"Xiu Niang, don't be afraid! That thing was chopped hard by me, so it might be dead!"
The woman, Xiu Niang, lowered her head and gasped for breath, then she suddenly raised her head and stared, clasped her husband's hand tightly, and said sharply:
"Ghost boy! That's a ghost boy! It won't die! It won't die..."
The world's great wonders.
Ghost boy, also known as mountain ghost and mountain boy, is an evil creature in rural legends.
They often appear in deep mountains and old forests. Their bodies are like skinny monkeys and their faces are like those of brightly made-up boys. He often pretends to be a lost child, crying and laughing behind his back to attract people to look at him, and then suddenly turns around and frightens him! With his ferocious face revealed, he pounced into the man's arms and began to devour people's hearts crazily, with an extremely evil intent.
When the woodcutter heard the name of the ghost boy, he couldn't help but tremble all over. Without saying a word, he picked up Xiu Niang and continued running along the road.
Xiu Niang hammered her depressed chest several times, vomited out a breath, gritted her teeth and followed.
The mountain road is winding and ups and downs, passing through streams and valleys beside the mountains, and there are many dangerous places.
The two of them kept trudging forward without stopping.
After turning a corner, I suddenly felt the night sky light up. Then he saw a vast white mist on the top of the mountain ahead, and a hut was hidden in the mist.
The bright firelight shot out from the window lattice, penetrated far into the mountain fog, brought warmth, and shone on their faces.
The two of them were in high spirits - with the night watchman here, the place where the villagers gather should not be far away!
My feet suddenly felt much lighter, and I ran quickly. When I encountered a steep place, I used my hands and feet together. The couple supported each other, and they climbed to the top of the mountain in a short time.
After the woodcutter stood firm, he looked down the mountain ahead:
The forest is still deep and dense, and there is no light at all. It seems that we are still far away from the villages and towns.
He took Xiu Niang to the hut, clicked on the door frame three times, and said:
"Old man! Please open the door, we are lost in the mountains!"
The woodcutter was afraid of scaring others, so he did not say that he had encountered a ghost boy, only that he was lost.
However, after a long time, there was no response from the hut.
Xiu Niang also pleaded, but there was still no response.
But the fire was bright from beginning to end, indicating that someone was there. The woodcutter hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hatchet and was about to push through the door.
Before he could touch it, the door of the house opened with a "squeak" from the inside.
The light came out like a fan as the door opened. Their eyes were brightly lit, and they were both distracted for a moment, but it was not because of the firelight.
But I saw a person standing in the door, standing upright, with a young and elegant face, illuminated by the firelight, the lines of his nose and lips were like chiseling with an axe, his eyes were bright and his eyebrows were bright, and he was full of energy.
The night watchman in this solitary mountain hut is actually a handsome young man!
The young man smiled gently at the couple, as if he had anticipated their arrival, and stepped aside:
"You two, please come in."
The two nodded in confusion and followed him through the door.
The room is two feet wide and has simple furnishings.
Entering the door is a low square table. An ordinary oil lamp is lit on the table. The wick is short and thin, but the flame is extremely bright. A few tree stumps were used as benches under the table. There is a hard bed in the east, some sundries piled up in the west, and a boiling pot for boiling water. There are also coir raincoats and hats hanging on the wall.
After closing the door, the woodcutter and Xiu Niang looked around and saw all the objects in the house, which were all ordinary night watchmen's tools.
It just looks too clean and tidy, which doesn't seem to match its identity.
At this time, I heard the young man say:
"Please take a seat, both of you."
After moving out the tree stump, he turned around and went to get a chopstick to pour water.
The woodcutter was about to sit down when suddenly Xiu Niang stretched out her hand and pulled the corner of his clothes and whispered:
"Master! Do you still remember...the legend about the 'monster'?"
Hearing this, the woodcutter's body suddenly shook! It was as if just hearing the name made his heart filled with ice, and he was still far more frightened than the ghost boy.
Turning her head to look at Xiu Niang, she saw that her face was extremely pale, her left hand was covering her chest and she was trembling. It was obvious that just saying this name and the conjecture that came with it made her feel frightened.
The woodcutter secretly held Xiu Niang's hand. He didn't dare to think deeply about the story about the demon, but his wife's words woke him up and reminded him of something unusual.
The night watchmen in the mountains have always been bold and older old men, most of whom are widowers. This place is still far away from the village, probably deep in the mountains and forests.
The woodcutter had never heard of a young man going into the mountains to keep vigil alone.
Moreover, looking at this young man's handsome appearance, he is dressed in a clean long gown, and he even wears two sachets very elegantly on his right waist. How does he look like a night watchman?
Let’s think about the ghost stories in the countryside again: the more sinister the ghosts are, the more they like to transform into handsome and beautiful men and women.
The more the woodcutter thought about it, the weirder this place became, and the more suspicious this person became! Staring at the young man's upright back, he was trembling with fear, feeling that as soon as he turned around, he would suddenly reveal a tattered grimace!
A hand quietly pressed on the handle of the knife.
The young man turned around, holding a harpoon in his hand. He was not surprised when he saw that the couple were still there with different expressions. He walked straight to the square table, sat down facing the door, and then said to the woodcutter. Smiled:
"Brother, why don't you sit down?"
The smile is warm and warm, warming the heart and spleen, better than this light.
This made the woodcutter feel a little warm in his heart. He thought that he had been observing whether there was a shadow under the other person to determine if it was a ghost. He secretly cried out in shame and held his hand to the young man:
"Thank you little brother."
After saying that, La Xiuniang took a seat opposite him.
Xiu Niang still seemed to be scared, covering her chest with one hand and staying close to her husband.
The young man fiddled around behind the table and took out three bamboo cups. After placing them, he poured hot water into them and began to drink from them.
The woodcutter glanced at the shadow clearly printed on the opposite wall, calmed down a little, and picked up the bamboo cup to warm his hands.
The young man pondered for a moment and then said:
"Don't be afraid, you two. I am Mu Haotian, who has learned Taoism from Xuanwu Jishan..."
Having said this, he raised his hand and touched the bridge of his straight nose. He seemed to be ashamed of the name of this uninhibited master, and smiled slightly:
"In short, I am a disciple of the Taoist sect, and I came here just because of the rumors about ghosts and ghosts in this mountain under the orders of my master. In the wilderness, there are few people, and it is late at night. I believe that you two are definitely not simply lost. Feel free to tell me. Encounter it."
Mu Haotian's gentle and windy voice contained some kind of power similar to destiny, so dense that it was irresistible, and like a pair of boundless wings, gently covering the human heart.
After a brief silence.
Xiu Niang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised her head, with a look of horror on her face:
"Ghost boy! We met a ghost boy!"
