The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 759 Stockade
The three of us were in the middle of those boulders, adjusting slightly.

I was out of breath, and impatiently pointed in the direction of the Naihe Bridge and said, "I...I just heard..."

Ouyang waved his hand: "Master, that's an illusion. It's the disciple's negligence, the master's concentration is not enough, the disciple should take you along."

The old man Zhang also nodded and said, "On the Naihe bridge, only ghosts pass by. Although we wear clothes that block the sun, we are human after all. If we don't drink the old woman's soup, it will be very troublesome."

I suddenly realized: "Is there a similarity between this bridge and the Yin Bridge? The person I think about the most will appear in my hallucinations?"

Ouyang nodded: "It seems so. But the water under the bridge is not an illusion."

"Those black mud, things like black paste..." I recalled that the water under the bridge couldn't be called water at all.

The old man Zhang explained: "I guess the miasma in this valley should come from the black water under the bridge. It is also a mystery what the black water is. I have been active in Xiaozhou Mountain for so many years. I've never seen water like this before."

I questioned: "Since the miasma can be produced under the water, why didn't we get invaded by the miasma when we passed by the bridge?"

The old man Zhang said: "I guess it has something to do with the corpse teeth you and I hold. When this thing is put under the tongue, it can produce some body fluid. I think it may be that this body fluid can dissolve part of the inhaled miasma. You are not completely dead. Invaded by miasma, the hallucinations you have are probably related to this miasma."

Ouyang went on to say: "The reed leaves used for the coir raincoat I am wearing are grown in the snow ponds of Tianshan Mountains. I am exposed to the wind and snow. They can filter out some poisonous miasma."

It was only then that I realized that it was no wonder that Ouyang Or's coir raincoat was always on his body, and it looked weird. It turned out that his clothes were also treasures.

I looked around, and it was still very quiet here, and there was no disturbance caused by us crossing the Naihe Bridge.It doesn't seem to have alarmed the people in the Undead Valley here.

"Then what should we do next?" I looked at the Naihe Bridge, and after a short while, the bridge deck was covered by a layer of fog again.The figure of Meng Po was also hidden in the mist.

Ouyang shook his head and said, "Maybe what I thought was wrong, I always feel...they let me go across Naihe Bridge on purpose."

"Let it go on purpose?" I was taken aback for a moment, then asked again: "Who are they...?"

Ouyang shook his head again, he didn't know if he didn't want to say it, or he didn't know who they were at all, so he just said it casually.

Ouyang pointed to the depths of the valley: "Now that Naihe has passed, why not go and see if Naihe is still there? Could it be that they built a hell here?"

"Building a hell? Can this thing be built?"

I was taken aback.

"Or it's just my guess. Uncle Shi will definitely not be under that bridge. I may have more clues as I move on."

After passing the Naihe Bridge, Ouyang may have given the order to start again.

Although he concluded that the voice under the bridge was just my hallucination, but I could hear the third uncle's voice, which warmed my heart.Going forward, you will be closer to third uncle.This idea also gave me great motivation.

After passing the Naihe Bridge, there is still a narrow and long mountain road ahead, which winds and twists, and goes straight forward.

In fact, walking on such a trail, the three of us are easily spotted.Although we all wear things that can block our yang energy, this thing should only be able to deceive ghosts.In this undead valley, it is hard to say how useful it will be.

So if you go down that road, you have to take some risks.I myself felt a chill in my back, and always felt that there were eyes staring at us in the dark.

But we have no choice, because apart from this road, there is no other way to go.There are steep mountain walls on both sides, and the angle is almost straight up and down. Let alone us, even geckos can't climb up.

But it is also because of the existence of these smooth mountain walls that can refract the moonlight, so that the light here is not so dark.

We walked on that mountain road, and unconsciously quickened our pace.

According to the current path, we traveled about 500 meters forward, and saw a village gate appearing in the field of vision from a distance.

That's right, it's the gate of that kind of stockade.

From my understanding, there is a difference between a village and a village.We have seen a lot of villages, and there is nothing insurmountable and blocking things around.But villages are different. In ancient times, they would become cottages, which means that there are mountains around them, and there are many villages with water.The more famous ones are Liang Shanshui Village and so on.

Because the village was handed down from ancient times, it needs to play a certain defensive role.

So in fact, strictly speaking, the stockade is also a village, but there will be fences, waterways, rocks or walls around the stockade for defense.

The gate of the stockade we saw was built with wood.

There is also a tall gatehouse at the gate of the village, and there are walls surrounded by wooden fences on both sides of the gate.

The fence stretched out so far that you couldn't see the side at a glance, and the area inside the village was very large.

When we saw the building, we stopped and looked at each other.

Now this kind of stockade is rare in cities, even in rural areas.In my impression, only in some marginal areas or areas inhabited by ethnic minorities can there be such distinctive villages.

But we only saw the stockade, but no people.At least there was no one in front of the village gate.It looked very deserted.

Ouyang narrowed his eyes and stared at the gate of the village for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's strange, there is still no life here, but a lot of death is permeating it."

I couldn't quite understand a lot of what Ouyang said.I have never understood what he meant by dead air.Does that mean there are no living people here?Or are there too many dead people here?

The meaning of the two sounds similar, but in my opinion there is a difference.It's better if there are no living people, at most it's just that the place has been deserted for a long time, and it's just a bit cloudy.If there are too many dead people, it will be a little more troublesome. What is the reason for the gathering of dead people here?Generally, under such circumstances, the corresponding souls will also gather here, and the danger we face will be magnified ten times or even dozens of times.

Ouyang said to us in a low voice: "Well, I'll go over and have a look, you stay here and don't move."

I nodded, although I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn't think of any other way.Of the three of us, I was the weakest one, and they couldn't let me go to the front to find the way.

(End of this chapter)