Speaking of this, the torch we lit gradually darkened and was about to burn out soon. We quickly changed two more pine candles to light them. These pine candles are a kind of earthen candle in the mountains. They are very simple. The disadvantage is that they burn very quickly, which is not as good as regular candles. They can deal with them when they go out at night, which is worse than not having any light.

I told Fatty and Yanzi that since this place is just a Huangpi Temple, it is nothing strange. We should chase the remaining brave men and women to the back hall to capture the "Huang Xian Gu", and then rush back to the forest farm before dark.

"Huang Xiangu" was stuffed with a muggle by the fat man, sealed his anus with yellow wax, and his hind legs were tied to the wire. Now it can't make a sound, nor can it fart, and it can't climb too fast, and it has almost only half of its life left, so we are not worried that it will fly with its wings. The three of them searched the depths of the stone palace slowly.

The stone hall of Huang Tai Sin Temple is limited in depth, and the back gable is built against the mountain wall, with tight twilight. The only stone door we entered in the entire stone hall is the only gate, and there is no back door. The top wall of the stone beams and stone bricks is damaged, and the cold wind is pouring downward. It may be a tree hole or a hole on the hillside, but the gap is less than a palm-wide, so "Huang Xian Gu" cannot get out of here.

There is a clay statue in the hall that is half overturned, which is Huang Daxian's throne. The clay figure is wearing a long robe, and is as tall as an ordinary person. It is more anthropomorphic. It is just a deer-headed and rat-headed head, with a few mustaches on its mouth, which is still very close to the face of a weasel. There is a cellar behind the clay statue of Huang Daxian. There is a stone stairs built below to lead deeper into the ground. It seems that "Huang Xian Gu" must have escaped from this, hoping to seek the blessing of its ancestors.

I see this cellar is so strange. The cellar entrance should have been covered with blue bricks, but now the blue bricks have been pried open and thrown aside. This is obviously an extremely hidden entrance with a secret passage. It seems that the cellar that was pried open may be the ones who dug up the ancient underground temple. They obviously came here because of something. What exactly are they looking for? Is it the bronze box that Wong Tai Sin pretends to be treasures in the local legend?

Yanzi and I held the candles one by one. The fat man walked in the middle with the guy. The three of us walked down the steps step by step. The stone steps were steep and narrow, and the cold and cold in the cellar. I briefly told the fat man and Yanzi while walking. The fat man said, "Old Hu, you are so smart and confused for a lifetime. When you came down just now, you didn't see how thick the soil was on the tunnel entrance? It was all the mud and stones washed down from the mountain by rain. Even if there was a previous one.

It should be dozens or hundreds of years ago when people enter the mountains to dig treasures. Any good things have been taken away by them long ago. Can they still leave them for us? Now when you go in, the cucumbers and vegetables are cold. I will be satisfied every now and then, and I will be satisfied with the few kilograms of fruit candy. Don’t you feel unsatisfied. Don’t we have a bear paw and golden soybeans? We have really picked up Yang Luoer and made a fortune in the past two days. The travel expenses for our Spring Festival visits and the future money for tobacco and alcohol are considered to be."

As I talked to the fat man and the swallow, I realized that the cellar was much deeper than I imagined. My heart was pounding and I couldn't guess where it was. The more I went down, the worse the air quality was, but I could still breathe. What was most unbearable was that the candle flames turned from blue to green, and the light was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, reflecting a layer of green light on people's faces. I have never seen a ghost, but I guess if there were really ghosts, my face would probably be much worse than ours now.

The candle not only smokes the eyes, but the flame is not big. Even if there is no wind, it will sometimes go out on its own. I held the candle with one hand and half-closed the flame with the other hand to prevent it from being extinguished by the airflow driven by my breathing and walking. But after all, the earth candle has a poor craftsmanship level, so I was so careful that it suddenly went out.

The candle in my hand was extinguished and it was immediately pitch black in front of me. I stopped and wanted to light it again before walking, but the fat man behind me followed too tightly, and the stairs were narrow, so I couldn't hold back. I couldn't stand steadily after he arched me. When the swallows, who were walking at the end, saw that we were about to roll down the steps, hurriedly reached out to pull the fat man's arm, but she couldn't hold the fat man and rolled and crashed downstairs with us.

Fortunately, the stone steps were almost over, and we were wearing thicker clothes, so we were not injured. However, the candle in the swallow's hand was also extinguished, and I couldn't see my five fingers in front of me. I rubbed my elbow that was so painful that I wanted to touch the candle from my bag and light it to see where we fell into.

But as soon as I sat up, I felt that my head wearing a fur hat hit something, and something was shaking around my face, and a rope rubbed against the wood higher than the top, making a dry and friction sound like "squeak, squeak" and I thought to myself what was this thing hanging here? I touched it casually and judged from the feel of the touch, it was like the thick-soled ox-killed cotton shoes in the northeast before. When I touched it, there were people's feet inside, and there were calves wearing cotton pants on it.

The legs of the trouser were still tied, and I was shocked. The soles of the shoes were just parallel to my head and face. Who was hanging around in the air? That must be a hanged ghost. In the darkness, I actually found a hanging corpse. The hanged ghost in the mountains in the northeast is called "Old Dian Ye". All the legends about "Old Dian Ye" are extremely terrifying. Although I never believed it, it would be strange if I was not afraid when things came to an end. I couldn't help but scream "ah".

I was shocked by the swallow and the fat man who were lying beside me. The fat man fell the most violently, and his tail bone was placed on the corner of the stone steps. He was so painful that he was sucking cold air. At this time, he was still lying on the ground and still didn't get up. I was so scared that I screamed, and I couldn't help but be very worried. I asked me: "What's wrong with you? Why are you... you're calling me? You should give it to Liang'er as soon as possible."

I was indeed a little stunned just now. I held the dead feet hanging in the air and forgot to let go. When I heard the fat man ask, I didn't know how to explain, and replied casually: "I... my... these feet... scared me to death."

Yan Zi was probably scared by me, and in the dark she said in a panic: "Ah? Why are you dead? Don't die. When the village branch secretary scolded me, I still expect you to take the blame for me. What can I do if you die?"

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