The two of them, Mao San and Gou Si, chatted for nothing, and in the blink of an eye they came to the only road leading to Yangdu.
Mao San was not a quiet character. When he had nothing to do along the way, he would follow the rhythm of the bamboo board in front of Gou Si as he walked and chant a few treasures: "Walking this way or that way, you must abide by all the rules. Don't cheat, don't steal chickens, don't touch dogs. If you pass by, your parents will look over and give you a bite of the leftovers. All the belongings will be carried on your back, and you will take them with you... take them with you..."
Mao San was singing enthusiastically when he felt his shoulders sink. Gou Si held him down with his palm and stopped shouting. When he saw Gou Si's expression was different, he also wondered: "Gou Si, what's wrong?"
Gou Si wrinkled his nose and asked, "Mao San, did you ask about the smell of blood?"
Mao San first stood on tiptoes, then jumped up and barely reached the same height as Gou Si. Then he took a few deep breaths, and then shook his head repeatedly: "Where did the smell of blood come from? Why didn't I smell it?"
Gou Si pointed to the narrow road ahead, frowned and said, "It seems to be coming from over there..."
Mao San squinted his eyes and looked at it, but the distance was too far and he couldn't see clearly, so he shrugged: "Gou Si, do you really think you are a dog's nose? I think you are just giving up..."
"Mao San, I didn't mean that. I just felt that something... was wrong in front of me..." Gou Si explained quickly.
"Okay..." Seeing that Gou Si refused to take another half step forward, Mao San said helplessly: "You wait here for now, I will explore the way ahead..."
"Mao San! Don't go..." Although Gou Si wanted to stop him, Mao San had already left swaggering one step ahead of time, leaving him looking confused as to what to do.
Mao San's feet flew quickly, and the cry of the gourd on his waist also resounded in the open space. Hearing Mao San feel a little hairy in his heart, he thought to himself: What's going on with this gourd? How could it make such a terrifying sound today?
However, he didn't pay much attention to it. He just covered the mouth of the gourd with his fingers to block the sound, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
After a while, he finally came to this narrow road, and as soon as he took a look, he saw the obvious loess bag on the side of the road.
"When did there be an extra wild grave here?" Mao San had just passed by here a few days ago and didn't see the tomb, so he was slightly startled.
However, this mere wild grave naturally did not arouse his great vigilance. Just when he was about to return from the original route and call Gou Si over, the corner of his eye suddenly jumped and he saw a horrifying scene not far away.
"Ah! What...what the hell..."
Mao San dared to move closer, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. Although the "shoal" thing in front of him was so rotten that he couldn't see its specific shape, he could still tell that it was roughly a human figure.
"This guy Gou Si... really has a dog's nose!" Mao San didn't smell the smell of blood until he came to this "corpse", and he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
He pinched his nose and carefully looked at the situation in front of him, and then he couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air and choked to the point of retching. I saw that this "corpse" was mostly scarred by sticks, and there were many tiny holes in the joints.
He was no stranger to these stick scars. It looked like they were left by the dog-beating stick method, and those minor wounds were naturally caused by the nail-headed stick!
"Good guy... I didn't expect these martial artists to be so cruel! I don't want to be hammered into a pulp. It's not a bad thing to do this. I just slipped away..." Mao San thought about retreating and muttered to himself before turning around. Then leave.
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Far away on the narrow road, Gou Si was sitting on the road next to him to rest, but he didn't see Mao San return after waiting for a long time, and he felt a little impatient.
Although Mao San's words were frivolous, he kept his word. Since he asked himself to wait, he would not be able to go ahead alone. But the narrow road was not very long, so even if Mao San was a bit slow, he would have appeared by now.
Gou Si waited and saw no one, but the smell of blood was getting thicker in the wind, making him feel more uneasy. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and hurried towards the narrow road with courage.
"Mao San! Mao San!" Gou Si called softly as he moved forward, but there was no response except for the empty echo.
He walked forward and saw a wild grave on the side of the narrow road, and there was a blood stain on the ground not far from the wild grave. Although the area of the blood stain is quite large, its color has become dull due to dryness, and it seems that it has been there for some time.
The narrow road here was ordinary, but it became a lot more colorful because of the bloodstain. Gou Si was about to get closer, but he kicked something under his feet and rolled out with a clang, followed by bursts of ghostly cries.
Gou Si was so frightened that he quickly looked down, only to find that the gourd that rolled into the blood in the distance was actually Mao San's gourd! It's just that the gourd has been painted red at this time. I don't know whether it gained color first or was stained with blood first.
Although this gourd with a drill eye is not a rare treasure, it is still the guy that Mao San relies on to eat, but he never leaves his side from morning to night. When Gou Si saw that the gourd had become an ownerless thing, he suddenly felt that Mao San should be in danger, and his heart felt cold.
But just when he was about to pick up the gourd, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure behind him from the corner of his eye, and his voice became excited: "Mao San! You scared me to death... you... you are not Mao San! Who are you... Uh..." But before he finished speaking, his voice went limp along with his whole body...
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At this time, the weather should have been perfect, but a sudden heavy rain made it even more miserable.
On the road, there was a group of ragged people huddled in a temporary hut, whispering to each other. There was only one strong man among them, who was holding the bronze bell and ox bone in his hand and frowning. This man was the previous Gan'er Master.
The cow bone in the owner's hand looks like a cow's shoulder blade. What's special about it is the row of copper bells embedded on it. But it is precisely because of this row of copper bells that this seemingly ordinary piece of cow bone has its name - "Peace Drum".
But at this time, a shallow crack appeared on the peace drum for no reason, making the owner of the drum feel no peace at all. Especially since what happened just now was still fresh in his mind, he always felt that things would not end so easily.
Although the jade plaque in his arms was still there, he always felt that it was a bit hot to handle, and he wished he could find a buyer for it immediately.
"Why is it raining harder and harder... Come on, come on, come out and help us!"
At this time, two shirtless figures suddenly walked out in the heavy rain. They were dragging many branches behind them. They were covering the hut while saying hello.
"Hehe... Anyway, you two have become drowned rats, so it won't be long before you work hard!" Someone in the straw shed joked, "Here... put some pavement here..."
After being covered by these branches, the leaks on the hut were repaired a lot. The two people outside rubbed their bodies while squeezing in, taking the rags handed by others and wrapping them around themselves.
One of them felt his body became warmer, and he muttered loudly: "It's all because of that Rong man! It delayed our journey a lot..."
"Ahem..." Someone next to him licked his lips in the direction of Gan'er. The person who spoke realized that something was wrong in the atmosphere and quickly changed the topic.
"In fact, we should occasionally get close to nature. How to put it like this: pathless forests are always interesting; deserted shores are full of surprises; paradise is nowhere to be found; listening to the music of waves must be in the sea. "I love the world, naturally even more..."
But before he could finish speaking, the owner of the pole holding the cow bone suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice: "Pack up and continue on your way!"
Everyone didn't react for a while after hearing the words, and some wondered whether they heard it correctly.
The blind man had a good relationship with the owner of the pole, and he hurriedly stood up and asked, "Boss, it's raining heavily outside now, and the river ahead will definitely swell. If we rush on our way now, I'm afraid we'll be in danger!"
The strong man was silent for a moment after hearing this, and continued: "Of course I know...but I'm worried that if I stay here, something will happen to me as well!" As he spoke, he raised the peace drum.
The blind man put the tip of his nose close to the cow bone and looked at it for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed. Because the moment he just stared at it, the cracks on the peace drum actually widened a bit more.
"In this case... I can only pray that the heavy rain has not had time to cross the bridge..." The blind man gritted his teeth and hurriedly called on everyone to dismantle the straw shed and tie it into a raincoat to avoid the heavy rain.
Everyone was ready, and only a frame of the originally dense grass shed was left. The downpour poured on the bamboo hats above everyone's heads, and then formed streams and flowed down.
At this time, there was a sound of tramping footsteps, slowly coming from the place where the heavy rain was concentrated.
"Is there anyone who hasn't come back yet?" Hearing the footsteps, everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on the two men who had just returned shirtless.
The two people felt the eyes of everyone, and they also looked puzzled: "Impossible... This is impossible! Didn't you see clearly just now that only the two of us left! How could there be a third person?"
When the blind man heard this, he exclaimed: "Oops! Could it be that we encountered a spirit in the rain?"
"Spirit in the rain?" The two of them shrank their necks when they heard this. Although they had never heard of this word, it was not a good thing when they heard it.
"That's right... I accidentally read about the spirit in the rain from a book... I remember the book said that the spirit in the rain is the remnant soul of a person who died in the rain! If you meet someone rushing in the rain at night, this spirit in the rain will They will always follow them! If this person on the road feels the rain behind him suddenly becomes warm, he must not look back! He can only find a shelter from the rain and recite silently three times: 'In the rain, there is a spirit in the rain. , follow me with resentment in your heart. Thank you for accompanying me to hide from the rain at night, and wait until the day comes to give you a clear sky. 'This spirit in the rain will disappear and leave..."
"Then...what will happen if I see it?" One of them touched his neck with a look of fear on his face.
"If you look at it... the spirit in the rain will take away your body, and if you lose your body, you will turn into the spirit in the rain... and continue to float in the rain..." the blind man said expressionlessly.
"Then I'm already dead..." The man looked extremely pale and said unconsciously.
"If you were dead, how could you have the chance to sigh here?" Lord Gan'er snorted coldly upon hearing this, and said with sinister eyes, "Cheer up! I want to see what it is?"
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