Super Farmer Onmyoji

After a short rest, the group started on their way again.

That nasty black tiger tied Lin Hai's hands again, and then pulled the hemp rope, dragging Lin Hai away like a dog.

What was even more exasperating was that, in order to prevent Lin Hai from making a sound, the seventh master actually took out a handkerchief he used to wipe his nose from his pocket, stuffed it in Lin Hai's mouth, and blocked Lin Hai's mouth.

Lin Hai was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit, not to mention the depression in his heart, he almost had the desire to die.

Pass through Fenghuang Village and continue to the east, and you will enter the vast mountain with an altitude of more than [-] meters.

The dense forest covered the sky and covered the sky.

The woods were quiet, with the occasional chirping of insects and birds, adding to the sense of desolation and loneliness.

There were almost no roads on the mountain, and the group of people walked through the woods with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Since the woods do not see through the sun all the year round, there is a musty smell all around.

Those rotten dead branches and leaves have turned into mud puddles, and when you step on it, your feet are covered with mud.

Heihu scolded angrily: "Damn, what kind of place is this!"

As soon as the words fell, the woman wearing the hat suddenly stopped, turned around and slapped Heihu.

Snapped!

Loud slap!

Heihu was stunned by the beating, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Don't say the word 'ghost' in this kind of place, it's a taboo!" the woman in the bamboo hat said coldly.

The woman in the bamboo hat obviously has a high status in this team. After being slapped in the face, Heihu, a ferocious person, lowered his head like a child who made a mistake, and did not dare to speak back.

From then on, no one in the team dared to speak again, lest they accidentally offend this female evil star.

The woman in the bamboo hat also struck very hard, half of Heihu's cheek was swollen, and there were five clear finger prints on it.

Lin Hai whispered in his heart that the fight was good. He was punched by the black tiger just now, and now seeing the black tiger being beaten, he naturally felt indescribably happy.

The temperature gets lower the further you go into the mountains. The group walked in the mountains for several hours until the middle of the night.

In the early hours of the morning, when the temperature was the lowest in the day, thick white fog floated in the woods, and the surroundings were like smoke.

The leaves, flowers and plants were covered with a layer of white frost, and the cold air was a bit biting.

Lin Hai was shivering from the cold, his hands were tied, he could only keep rubbing his palms, the hot air he exhaled turned into a white mist in the air.

Due to the low temperature, no one dared to stop and rest. They had to keep going forward so as not to feel cold.

A group of people walked through the white mist, the surrounding fields were silent, and only the wheezing of each other could be heard. Such an environment was very depressing.

Lin Hai thought depressingly: "Damn! What are these people trying to do? If this continues, I will soon become frozen pork!"

At this moment, a sudden exclamation came from the front, and the team immediately stopped.

Lin Hai's heart trembled, what happened?

At this moment, many ghost legends suddenly popped up in Lin Hai's mind.

In this kind of ravine, ghost legends are naturally rich and colorful.

When he first came to Fenghuang Village, Lin Hai had heard people say that there were unclean things on the east mountain, and warned him not to go to the east mountain easily.

Lin Hai is a college graduate and an atheist, and he didn't quite believe what people told him at the time.But the story was vividly told, and Lin Hai felt terrified when he heard it, and the story naturally left an imprint on his heart.

Normally, these stories were originally hidden deep in Lin Hai's brain, but under such an environment, these stories came out by themselves, and they were clearer than ever.

Lin Hai clearly remembered that the villagers told a story about Huang Pizi.