The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 112
Seeing my hopeless appearance, the old stall owner squinted at me and said, "What's so scary about human skin? Your skin follows you day and night, and I haven't seen you be afraid."

I cried and said, "Master Tan, can this be the same?"

The old stall head waved his hand: "Okay, light up the lantern, and set off with me. Whether you can save your companion is also up to fate."

The old stall owner and I walked out of the yard one after the other with the bone-hunting lamp on.

It seems that the fog in the village appeared with the appearance of those cliff-buried souls.Because after we came out, I found that the fog that once filled the entire village had dissipated.

However, due to the gloomy sky, the line of sight is still not very good.

However, I noticed that the room in the old stall was a bit lonely.It is far away from most of the houses in the village, as if it is outside Nanliu Village.

I asked the old stallhead who was walking in front of me, "Master Tan, why isn't your house with theirs?"

The old stall owner sneered: "If it were you, would you be willing to be a neighbor with an old man who picks bones all day long?"

I shook my head, thinking that this is really the case.

The old stall's house was at the end of Nanliu Village. He took me out of Nanliu Village quickly and walked down a mountain road.

I thought of the stone tablet I saw in the mist, and asked the old stall owner, "Master Tan, is your village called Nanliu Village?"

"correct."

"Then... do you know a place called Nanliu Village?"

The old stall was walking in front, and when he heard the name of Nanliu Village, he stopped suddenly.I followed and almost ran into him.

I also stopped in my tracks and asked, "Master Tan, what's the matter?"

The old stall shook his head: "It's nothing. I haven't heard of Nanliu Village. There is only Nanliu Village. Did you hear it wrong?"

As he said that, the old stall owner didn't speak any more, and continued walking with the lantern in his hand.

I stared at the back of the old stall, but I had more questions in my heart.When the name Nanliu Village was mentioned, the old stall's body obviously reacted, which showed that he knew this place.But he then said that he had never heard of Nanliu Village, which was obviously a lie.

The old stall is deliberately avoiding Nanliu Village, what is the reason for this?

Seeing that the old stall was about to go away, I quickly followed.I thought I should settle the matter in front of me. There are already more and more questions about Nanliu Village. With my current situation and my ability, it seems that I can't solve them at all.

We have been walking on a mountain road, and after several turns, we gradually entered the mountain.

I already know that to practice cliff burial, one must first go to the top of the mountain, so I am not surprised to go up the mountain, but I don't know if this mountain is the legendary Mount Fuyang.

After entering the mountain, there are lush vegetation everywhere, and the moonlight is partially covered by the branches and leaves, making the road under our feet even darker.

The bone-hunting lamp we carried was simply better than nothing for lighting. Several times I was tripped because I couldn't see the road under my feet.

I sneaked out a flashlight and lit it for illumination.Unexpectedly, the old stall owner noticed the light of the flashlight, turned around and yelled, "Who told you to use the flashlight? Turn it off for me."

The old stall was frightened, looking like he was going to eat people.

I was so frightened that I quickly put out the flashlight, not understanding why the old stall was so sensitive.

The old stall was not forgiving: "If you don't obey the command and act recklessly, you will kill us both, you know?"

I quickly said: "I'm sorry, I won't do it next time, I'll listen to you."

The old stall head still looked nervous, turned around and pulled me, and first hid in the grass next to him.He motioned for me to cover my head with the red robe I was wearing.

As I said, I covered my head with my robe, squatted in the grass, and only peeked out from the gap I left.

After a while, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the mountain road just now.

The footsteps were heavy, and they stood out in the silent mountain.

The old stall was expressionless, his eyes fixed on the end of the road.

Who is it?Why is the old stall so nervous?
The nervousness of the old stall also infected me. I squatted in the grass and covered my head with a robe, not daring to breathe.

Not long after, as the footsteps approached, a white figure appeared from the end of the mountain road.

The figure moved extremely fast, and after a few steps, it came to the position where I had just turned on the flashlight, and then stopped.

My angle is not very good, I can only see the back of the figure.

The man was not tall, less than 1.5 meters tall, and was wearing a set of snow-white robes, which were dazzlingly bright under the night.

Suddenly, the man raised his head and roared into the sky.The roar was not loud, but it was harsh, and it gave me goosebumps.

At this moment, the old stall head next to me stretched out his hand and pressed me, but he got out of the grass by himself.

I knew what he meant to tell me not to act rashly, so I continued to lurk in the grass.

The old stall head rushed up the mountain road, the man in the white robe suddenly turned around and stared at the old stall head.

The old stall head reached out and grabbed a flag behind his back, shook it vigorously in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Mountains, rocks, water and soil, search for corpses and pick bones. Yin people use the way, and the living have no way out. Follow the gods and practice the law." , others don't hinder..."

The old stallman muttered a long list of words, and the transparent flag in his hand swung back and forth, not daring to stop for a moment.

The man stared at the flag of the old stall for five or six minutes, and finally let out another howl, moved his body, and flew down in the direction he came from.

The old stall's body was piled up like noodles, and he said weakly: "Okay, come out."

I quickly got out of the grass, helped the old stall head up, and asked, "Master Tan, what was that thing just now? Is it a person?"

The old stall's face was covered with sweat at this time, he shook his head: "It's not a human, it's a mountain ghost."

"Mountain ghost? What is a mountain ghost?"

Although I firmly believe in the theory of ghosts and gods now, I am still surprised to hear the word mountain ghost.

The old stall head nodded: "It's a mountain ghost, also called a mandrill. There should be many different legends about mountain ghosts in various places, and they are generally in the deep mountains and ancient forests, especially when walking at night, some mandrill ghosts will be encountered. Some people say that it is a monster transformed from wood, stone, poultry, or beast. Some say it is a gatekeeper animal raised by the mountain god's grandfather. Sneak away the cattle that people put on the mountain, or exchange the food of those who bring food to work in the fields for stones, and eat the food themselves... But from our experience, when you meet mountain ghosts at night, It's about death."

"Is there such a thing? Is this mountain ghost an animal or a spirit?" I continued to ask.

(End of this chapter)