It was still dark, but the moon had quietly hidden behind the clouds, and everything was pitch black.
A group of people were walking on the road into the mountain. Although everyone held several burning pine oil torches in their hands, the light from the torches could only illuminate a small area centered on the person holding the torch.
As for both sides of the road, it was still pitch black. It was clearly close at hand, but the light of the torch seemed unable to penetrate the darkness.
This group of people was originally walking and talking, but gradually, everyone stopped talking, holding torches, and the ones behind followed closely in front, walking hurriedly in the mountains.
It was strange in the mountains tonight. Not only was there no sound of the night wind blowing through the treetops in the forest, but there was also no chirping and roaring of birds and animals.
The whole mountain seemed to be silent, towering black, as if a giant beast opened its bloody mouth, and their group was the only living creature that could move in the mountain, and they were also the prey in the mouth of the giant beast.
The atmosphere was inexplicably depressed and tense. Everyone was busy on their way. There were obviously more than a dozen men coming, but for some reason, everyone felt like they were beating in their hearts, and they didn't even dare to look into the woods next to them.
After walking like this for a while, Yang Yongqing suddenly sat down on the stone next to him, frowned and shouted irritably: "I'm not going to go, I'm not going to go, my feet are getting blistered and I haven't even reached it yet. I'm tired." If you want to go to bed, you go, I’ll wait until dawn before leaving!”
When Yang Yongzhi heard what Yang Yongqing said, he came forward and patted Yang Yongqing on the shoulder.
"What are you talking about, you bastard? Get up, get up quickly!"
"Get up and have a ball. My feet are blistered and I haven't walked yet. I haven't eaten breakfast yet. My eyes are black and I'm going to die!"
Yang Yongzhi was stunned for a moment, because his situation was similar, not just blisters on his feet? My legs are almost sore!
Yang Yongzhi turned to look at the other people waiting on the side of the road, and pulled Yang Yongqing again: "No one is crying about being tired, but you are. Do you want to lose face? Get up quickly!"
However, Yang Yongqing was like a puddle of mud stuck on a big rock. No matter how Yang Yongzhi pushed him around, he could not get up.
Yang Yongzhi was so angry that he stamped his feet: "If you do this again, will I be serious?"
At this time, Yang Huazhong came over and held Yang Yongzhi's shoulders: "Yongzhi, please be patient."
Then, Yang Huazhong turned around and looked around. Except for the nearby torches and the faces illuminated by the torches, everything else was pitch black and blurry.
"Everyone, let's take a rest on the spot. We are tired after traveling for a long time." Yang Huazhong said.
Several people in the team sat down, while Blacksmith Luo and Chang Gen came to Yang Huazhong.
Blacksmith Luo's expression was a little grim, and he lowered his voice and said to Yang Huazhong: "Lao San, Chang Gen and I all feel that something is wrong tonight!"
Yang Huazhong raised his eyes and looked at the people in front of him: "What do you say?"
Blacksmith Luo said: "I was here when the second son was buried. Logically speaking, we should have climbed over several mountains after walking for so long. But look, we have been walking for a while and we haven't left yet. Get out, this is a bit evil!"
"Evil sect?" Yang Huazhong frowned slightly.
On the side, Chang Gen also lowered his voice and said: "Lao San, we have walked through this place before. I did a few steps, walked around and then came back. I am afraid we bumped into a ghost and hit a wall, right?"
"Ghost hits the wall?"
Yang Huazhong was a little stunned by this word.
"That's not possible, right? We are pure men, there are more than ten of them, and they are full of yang energy!" he said.
Not to mention whether there are those ghosts and monsters in the world, even if there are, with so many gentlemen here, what would they be afraid of?
Changgen touched his nose and said with a wry smile: "How else can we explain that we have been wandering on this road for a long time and can't get out?"
Yang Huazhong took the torch, raised it, looked around, and then said: "I think the roads in this mountain are not much different. Could it be that we are going the wrong way or something? Logically speaking, this should be fast." We’ve arrived at my second brother’s gravesite!”
Yang Huazhong visits the gravesite of his second brother Yang Hualin several times a year.
Tomb Sweeping Day, Death Anniversary, Hungry Ghost Festival, Lunar New Year's Day follow...
Even when the old Yang family has big happy events such as marrying a daughter, marrying a wife, or having a child, they will take tributes and papyrus to the graves of the eldest brother and second brother and sister-in-law to burn incense and tell them the good news about the family.
But unlike the past, this time I came not during the day, but in the middle of the night.
"Even if we sit down to rest, we can't delay for too long. They are still getting up from the grave at the right time!" Yang Huazhong said again.
Chang Gen and the others all understand, but they are all stuck here and there is nothing they can do.
Blacksmith Luo suggested: "Didn't they always say that children's urine can ward off evil spirits?"
Yang Huaming happened to come over and was happy when he heard this.
He touched his nose and looked around: "Brother blacksmith, I have also heard that children's urine can ward off evil spirits, but look at the old and young men here, which one is a child?"
Blacksmith Luo was stunned and glanced at the group of younger people resting on the roadside.
Not to mention, even the youngest Dabao is already married and has children...
This is a bit embarrassing!
"Let's get up and walk again. I believe we can get out!" Yang Huazhong suggested again.
Chang Gen and Blacksmith Luo didn't have any objections. They were here to help.
only……
Yang Huaming raised his own doubts: "Third brother, it is not an option to continue like this. We are pressed for time, and we have to find a way to break this situation!
Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Huaming again: "Then tell me, how to break this game?"
Yang Huazhong has no idea about this.
Yang Huaming scratched his head and said, "We can't find the boy's urine, so let's think of other ways!"
"For example, let's spit together. I once heard old people say that human spittle is very fiery and scares ghosts and monsters!"
"There are so many of us, and we can scare those little devils to death just by spitting on each other!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Yang Huaming suddenly changed his words.
"That's wrong. I wasn't scared to death, I was scared away. Because those little devils have died before!" Yang Huaming added.
"Spitting? Isn't this too funny?" Yang Huazhong asked.
Yang Huaming smiled strangely, "We are all trapped. Either we spit together, or we stay together until dawn. Third brother, you choose one!"
"Isn't there a third kind?" Yang Huazhong asked again, looking for help at the older members of the team.
For example, Blacksmith Luo, Wang Hongtao, and Dad Xiaojie.
Blacksmith Luo shook his head, "I only know how to blacksmith and raise fish, but I really don't know how to do this."
Xiao Jie's father said: "I am a butcher of pigs. It is reasonable to say that I have a strong murderous intention, but I was still involved. This shows that my so-called murderous intention is of no use."
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