There was a faint light in the mountains, and the road ahead was winding and seemed to have no end.
Cui Hao walked beside me, rubbing his arms and hands and complaining.
"Help, it's freezing."
The next second, there was a roar in the jungle, and something swept through.
The surrounding black fog is getting thicker, and the lantern that could originally illuminate a ten-square-meter area has gradually shrunk.
The light was compressed by the thick fog, gradually shrinking to about five square meters.
Coupled with the black shadows flashing around him from time to time, Cui Hao couldn't help but take out the magic weapon he brought with him - the glass bottle.
I stared at the treasure in his hand and sighed that the fat man's hand was not ordinary.
Glaze bottles are treasures handed down from generation to generation.
It is said that in ancient times, an emperor used the colored glaze as tribute from the Western Regions, smelted it with the smelting method provided by warlocks, and fused the metal to forge the wine bottle.
Its outer layer is extremely radiant and fascinating.
The outer layer of the glass bottle is divided into eight pieces, and each piece of glass has a hidden mechanism, including eight kinds of medicinal powders such as ecstasy powder, psychedelic smoke, etc.
These eight kinds of powder can charm the soul, create illusions, rot the body, etc., and have eight different effects.
This glass bottle was originally used as a self-defense item for the emperor.
However, due to the war, the glass bottle spread all over the world and spread to many people.
After some accidents, it finally came into the hands of Cui Hao.
And he couldn't let go of this glass bottle, and he always kept it with him to resist crises.
Taking this thing out now, Cui Hao must have realized the danger.
"Master Man, I've been gone for nearly an hour. Fat Master's ankles are almost swollen. Why haven't you arrived yet?"
Cui Hao looked at the thick and deep fog around him and lost his patience.
I shrugged and looked toward the mountain.
We are still at least half the distance from the top of the mountain, and it is indeed not easy to find the Yin Yang Tomb.
After another mile, the surrounding fog had become as thick as a barrier, and my lantern could only illuminate a small area around me.
The surroundings were dim and pitch black, and Cui Hao's flashlight had long since become useless halfway through.
Unexpectedly, even the light can no longer emit half a minute.
At this time, the mountain wind was brisk, and we could faintly hear the sound of footsteps all around us.
It was as if there were several figures circling around us, as if they were thinking about whether to attack the two of us.
"Master Xiaoman, why do I feel a chill running down my spine, as if I'm being stared at by something?"
With that said, Cui Hao turned around and turned around.
"do not move."
I gave a low drink.
However, it was still too late. Cui Hao turned his head to look behind him with a confused face, and then looked back at me.
"What?"
I sighed and patted his shoulder lightly.
"It's okay, just carry it on your back! Don't look back. With your physique, three is the upper limit. If you do it again, just prepare for the funeral."
Cui Hao trembled at what I said.
He couldn't help but glance at his back with his peripheral vision.
"Master Man, there is nothing!"
Cui Hao immediately relaxed and put his arm around my shoulders.
"Don't scare me. I can't see anything in this pitch black. You almost scared my soul away."
I took out the Bagua mirror and pointed the oil lamp at his back.
I clicked on the mirror.
"See for yourself!"
With just one glance, Cui Hao was immediately frightened and turned pale. He picked up the glass bottle and was about to hit it on his back.
I quickly grabbed his hand and stopped his movement.
"Don't move, something will happen. Just follow me, and don't look behind you. There are hundreds of people following us. Every time you look back, there will be another one on your back."
With the help of the Bagua mirror, I took another look at Cui Hao and the mountain road behind us.
On Cui Hao's back, there was clearly a dark figure lying on his back.
This figure looked about a meter tall, with a thin build. His whole body seemed to have fallen into a pile of coal and was dyed pitch black.
But only those eyes were shining scarlet. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, revealing a row of yellow and sharp teeth.
On the mountain road behind us, similar black shadows formed a long queue and disappeared into the mountain mist.
Although I can only see two or three.
But I know that behind us, there are at least hundreds of people waiting to fuck us two.
They need someone as extradition to take them out of the Yin Yang Tomb.
Otherwise, you will be trapped here for the rest of your life and become a lonely ghost wandering here.
It is absolutely impossible to return to the human world.
Cui Hao's teeth chattered.
"Master Xiaoman, what do you mean? If you don't let me kill this guy, are you going to let him continue lying on my back?"
I shook my head.
"Do you know why the two of us can stand here intact? That's because we don't usually have any killings on our bodies."
I patted his shoulder lightly.
"But once you disperse this soul, those behind you will no longer be merciful to you. You will be like a lamb without the protection of a sheepdog, and you will have no choice but to be slaughtered by them."
Anyway, that’s all I’ve said.
If Cui Hao can listen and is willing to do what I say, then I will naturally try my best to prevent anything from happening to him.
But if Cui Hao insists on following his own ideas, then I can only give up on him and go to the Yin and Yang Tomb myself.
Cui Hao grinned and gritted his teeth.
"Okay, Master Xiaoman. I will trust you just once, let's go!"
We followed the path and walked upward for about five hours.
Until later, the light of the lantern in my hand was completely extinguished, and the two of us could only move forward in the dark.
But fortunately, this journey is considered safe.
When we stood on the top of the mountain, something flashed before our eyes.
The sun has already risen in the sky, and the faint floating light along the mountain tops dyes the originally thick and ink-like black fog into gray.
In the distance, a huge solitary tomb stood in the middle of the top of the mountain.
On both sides of the solitary grave were tattered white sails, and some half-remaining paper money that had been corroded by the wind were scattered beside them.
Obviously before we came, someone should have gone up the mountain and paid homage to the dead souls here.
It's a pity that time has passed. Judging from the damage of these things, at least they are from decades ago.
Cui Hao stopped after seeing the tombstone.
He stared at me nervously, as if unsure whether to move on.
"Keep moving forward, it's not the time to be in danger yet. Apart from the mountain ghosts on the mountain road, the most terrifying thing about the Yin Yang Tomb is the section of the road leading into the tomb."
I pointed to the huge stone monument in front of me.
"The real challenge will be after you enter. There is not much danger yet, so don't waste time."
I didn't want to say more, so I turned around and walked forward.
Cui Hao followed.
The two of us came to the stone monument.
In the center of the stone tablet are written three characters "Yin Yang Tomb"!
It seems we have reached our destination.
There are eight stone tablets circling around the eight directions outside the Yin Yang Tomb.
It's just that these stone tablets have the same specifications as normal people's tombstones, but there are no names on them, only the date of death.
Although these dates are in different years, each time they are the same people who died on the same day as the Spring Festival.
Cui Hao's eyes darkened.
"I've heard that there are eight tombs with monuments, and the monuments are very dangerous. No mortals can enter, and the dead souls can't escape!"
I nodded.
I've heard that there are eight tombstones on the Yin Yang Tomb, but I thought it was just a legend.
But now it seems that this place is indeed extremely dangerous.
Cui Hao sighed.
"Master Xiao Man, this thing is not easy to deal with. If we don't clear the eight tombs, we won't be able to open the Dingshan Stone Tablet in the center. Then we won't even be able to find the shroud in the Yin Yang Tomb."
I felt worried and could only circle around the eight tombs twice.
I tried to lift my legs and take a step closer.
But just as he was approaching the wordless stone tablet, the soil under his feet suddenly dried up.
A ball of fire rose up and rushed toward me along the tombstone.
If I hadn't escaped quickly, the intense heat of the flames might have turned me into a puddle of thick water.
"I'll go, are you so fierce?"
Cui Hao was obviously startled and took a few steps back.
But I have confidence in my heart.
From this point of view, these eight stone tablets are probably laid out according to the Bagua formation.
Yin and Yang have gossip.
The Bagua is on top of the directions and points in eight directions.
To the east is Zhen and to the southeast is Xun.
The south is Li and the southwest is Kun.
The west is Dui and the northwest is Qian.
The north is Kan and the northeast is Gen.
Bagua is divided into eight directions, and each hexagram also represents an element.
The sky and the earth are moving, and Leigen Mountain is shaken.
Li Huokan water, Duize Xun wind.
Therefore, what I just touched became a departure in the south direction, so the cup spewed out fire.
I thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards the tombstone to the east.
As expected.
Lightning was billowing under the center of the tombstone, green-blue light groups exploded continuously, and a beam of thunder instantly struck at my feet.
I was well prepared and naturally evacuated quickly, so I was not affected.
Cui Hao was stunned by everything in front of him.
"Corresponding gossip?"
Apparently he has also thought clearly about the Five Elements of Bagua.
I nodded and pointed to the eight tombstones.
"Fat man, is there a way to solve this thing? If we can't find the gap and enter the Dingshan Stone Monument, the two of us will die on the top of the mountain."
Cui Hao was startled by me.
"Master Xiaoman, why are you speaking so unfavorably?"
He pointed down the mountain.
"Although there are few corpses, we can make a long-term plan. You don't have to guard this place, live or die!"
I stared at him speechlessly.
"Cui Hao, then you can try taking two steps down the mountain. Go ahead! I'll be waiting for you here."
Cui Hao seemed to be obsessed with me.
Hearing what I said, he turned around and followed the path, heading up the stone steps.
In a short time, it completely disappeared into the thick fog and was invisible.
I took out a cigarette and counted silently in my mind.
When I counted to the 100th time, Cui Hao's face turned pale, and he walked up the hillside along the path as if he had seen a ghost.
"Oh my God, Mr. Xiaoman, you are right, I really can't get down."
I walked around and ended up walking back again.
I took a puff of cigarette and silently stood up and walked towards the stone monument.
"The mountain road is winding and haunted by mountain ghosts. It is easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down."
"If the curse of Yin Yang Tomb cannot be broken, the two of us will also become part of the curse. Cui Hao, I have no intention of going back alive!"
