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Yang Ruoqing was getting excited when he heard this, but he suddenly stopped.
She was so anxious that she scratched her head and ears.
"It's a bit revealing, why don't you say it?" He scratched his head and said.
What's more, he never had much faith in these strange things.
But now that he was taking Qing'er into the mountains, he still had to abide by some taboos.
But--
It's all about this, but if he doesn't tell her, she won't agree.
"Say it quickly, it's the most disgusting thing!"
she urged again.
He was a bit dumbfounded by her impatient look, so he had no choice but to continue.
"The two people leaned against the gap in the window and looked in."
"The room is not big, and it is dark everywhere. There is an Eight Immortals table in the middle."
"There is a soybean oil lamp burning on the table. The flame is as big as a mung bean and cannot illuminate an area as big as a sieve."
"The four long stools beside the table are full of people."
"Everyone was dressed like a beggar, with their hair hanging down. They sat in a circle around the table, as if they were having a meeting."
"There is a woman sitting at the very edge, with disheveled hair, and she is carrying a baby with her breasts open..."
"Huh?"
Yang Ruoqing tilted her head, "What's there to be afraid of? Maybe a group of fleeing beggars have occupied the house?"
Luo Fengtang shook his head.
"The woman raised her head, and they recognized each other immediately."
"She was the daughter-in-law of a family in their village. She died in childbirth."
"By the time they saw her breastfeeding, she had been dead for more than a year..."
A cold wind blew.
Yang Ruoqing shivered inexplicably.
His back shone brightly.
Looking around, there was no one in the mountain except the two of them.
Looking at the collapsed thatched house over there, I suddenly felt so permeable!
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Why are your fingers so cold?"
Luo Fengtang asked, freeing up a hand and holding her hands in his palm.
So this is Qing'er's weakness?
A smirk flashed across his eyes.
"Qing'er, don't be afraid, I'll hold you!"
He said, extending his arms towards her.
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him and straightened her back.
"It's a joke, I don't take it lightly...Oh my god!"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly jumped behind Luo Fengtang.
"Tangyazi, what was the sound just now? Did you hear it?"
She grabbed Luo Fengtang's clothes tightly with both hands and stuck her head out.
In her previous life, she was a typical atheist.
In the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he would not blink an eyelid.
The bizarre soul passage caused some changes in her attitude towards the world.
She is not afraid of dead people.
However, for the kind of A Piao who has no physical form.
She still had an instinctive resistance.
When watching horror movies, her first choice was European, American and Thai series.
Ghosts and so on have physical entities and can attack physically at close range.
And the Korean one is too fancy.
It was an irritating feeling, like a fist punching the air.
Angry, scared, but helpless.
As for domestic production?
forget it.
Most likely the protagonist took the wrong medicine and had visual and auditory hallucinations.
So right now, the mountain wind blew a strange sound from the other side of the thatched house.
She was startled instinctively.
Luo Fengtang was also shocked by her reaction.
"What's the sound?" he asked, turning his head.
Yang Ruoqing pointed towards the thatched house over there: "Over there, there seems to be some noise over there!"
Like a muffled sound...
Luo Fengtang remained silent and raised his ears to catch the sound.
Sure enough, another strange sound came.
This time, both of them heard it.
"The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, we won't encounter ghosts too, right?"
Yang Ruoqing asked, leaning towards Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang freed up a hand to hold Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly.
He was also full of doubts.
In the past, hunting in the mountains took place regardless of day or night.
I've never encountered any ghosts.
This time I told the ghost story to satisfy the girl's curiosity.
"Don't be afraid, Qing'er, there are no ghosts in this world."
He comforted her.
"Even if there is, it won't dare to come close to us as long as I'm here!"
Hearing his firm words, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but raise her head.
"Wow, are you so powerful? Don't you have some powerful magic weapon?"
she asked.
Luo Fengtang smiled, but before she could speak, something suddenly occurred to her.
Pointing at him, Xiao You said excitedly: "Oh, I understand!"
"You are a pure Yang body. Children's urine can drive away evil spirits and ward off evil, isn't that right?"
Luo Fengtang's head was covered with black lines.
"Where did you hear this...?"
he asks.
Yang Ruoqing blinked.
She didn't dare tell him that she learned it from Lin Zhengying's zombie movies.
At this moment, the voice came for the third time.
This made her a little annoyed.
He picked up the hatchet he brought and said, "Grandma, you're a bear. It's not over yet. Let's go over and have a look. I want to see what kind of monster it is!"
Luo Fengtang didn't want to go, but saw that she had already rushed out.
He hurriedly followed.
This girl is so fierce.
Even if there was a ghost, he would have been scared away long ago!
Two people came over with murderous intent.
As I got closer, I realized that this thatched house was really small.
All sides collapsed, and the thatched roof fell to the ground, rotting due to exposure to wind, sun, and rain.
Weeds half a man deep grew around, and were withered and yellow.
The sound came from behind one of the half-man-high walls.
Yang Ruoqing stopped and pricked up her ears.
At the same time, he grabbed Luo Fengtang.
She said nothing, but pointed to the ground beneath her feet.
Luo Fengtang also had a tacit understanding and remained silent.
He followed her guidance and frowned.
Blood!
The blood snaked all the way to the broken wall and disappeared.
Apparently, there was someone, or maybe an animal, behind the broken wall.
He held her shoulders and shook his head at her.
Stop her with your eyes and prevent her from coming forward.
And he himself took out a dagger he carried with him and held it in his hand.
Then he leaned down and lurked over there.
After the previous two incidents, Yang Ruoqing did not listen to him and stood there waiting.
Instead, he picked up the hatchet and quietly walked around to the other end of the broken wall, outflanking him from there, so as to take care of him...
…
When two people fell from the sky and landed on the other side of the broken wall.
They were all shocked by the scene in front of them.
A man was lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Luo Fengtang quickly put away the dagger and walked over quickly, squatting down next to the man.
He touched the man's nose with his hand and said, "You still have some energy!"
Yang Ruoqing also walked over and took a look at the man.
There were several bloody wounds on the legs, arms, and abdomen.
The vital parts were not injured, but too much blood loss from other parts would kill him!
Do you want help?
she asked herself.
Then he shook his head.
Who knows what this person does?
Who among the honest villagers would run into the mountains alone and be seriously injured?
The story of Mr. Dongguo and the wolf is the best example.
