I can feel my heart almost beating out of my chest at this moment!

Lao Huang's voice sounded very suddenly, and it was still that gloomy and scary voice. Combined with the various unexplainable phenomena before, I had to believe that I was a ghost.

Legends of ghosts and gods have been circulating around the world since ancient times, but compared to illusory gods, people are more inclined to believe in the existence of ghosts. There is a folk saying that "it is easier to bump into a ghost than to see a god."

Ghosts are the ones who return. After death, the body decays, the spirit dies, and finally returns to "nothingness." The soul we usually call the soul is something that only humans have. The soul is the yang of yin, and the soul is the yin of yang.

, after death, the three souls and seven souls leave the body, and those who "see ghosts" see the "soul" belonging to Yin, so ghosts have souls but no souls, and this is how ghosts and ghosts come to be.

As for whether ghosts really exist and how to define them, scientists have long given scientific explanations. However, this culture of ghosts and gods that has been passed down for thousands of years has long been integrated into the flesh and blood of every descendant of Yan and Huang. When encountering

When many "unusual" events cannot be reasonably explained by science, people collectively refer to these events as supernatural events, and those who dominate these supernatural events are the so-called monsters and monsters.

I personally have no religious beliefs, but this does not affect my recognition and agreement with the theory of ghosts and gods. This is closely related to the environment in which I grew up. Although my mother has not told me about her work for so many years, I

I know that she has been dealing with these monsters and monsters. In my impression, since we moved to the county seat, I occasionally see people who bring their families or disabled bodies to my mother to seek healing and talismans. Among their names

Words like "Heavenly Master" and "Mr." were often mentioned. At that time, I was not old enough to understand these weird titles and experiences, but as I grew older and my exposure to knowledge broadened, even though my mother herself

I still avoid mentioning these things, and even strictly prohibit me from talking about these topics, but I still have thoughts about these things in my heart.

You may have heard of the title "Heavenly Master". In the old days, this was interpreted as a teacher who conforms to the natural way. It also generally refers to those masters who have extremely high attainments in certain aspects and reached the pinnacle of achievements. In later generations, due to the birth of the Taoist sect,

This title also seems to refer specifically to those Taoist leaders, and the definition of Celestial Master has also changed. Later generations often regard Celestial Master as a powerful person who can exorcise demons and save the common people, but among the people, there is a more down-to-earth concept.

His title: Mr. Yin Yang.

I vaguely guessed that my mother was definitely one of the best yin and yang teachers in the area, but she never wanted to tell me about her, and she never taught me any of her skills as a "celestial master". Otherwise, I would face this situation.

situation, I wouldn’t be so panicked.

There is a saying that goes like this: When fear reaches the extreme, anger first occurs, and then collapse.

If this is really Lao Huang's ghost doing something strange, then I'm really furious right now!

Even though I have read books about sages for so many years, at this moment I started to curse loudly in a room that was empty except for me:

"Fuck you! Lao Huang, you bastard with no sense of loyalty or moral integrity! You usually follow the same scientific principles as us, but now why do you have to go to the side of the demons and monsters? Thank you for carrying a gun and going to the battlefield.

A veteran who has come to scare me, an ordinary citizen, where is your courtesy, justice and shame? Where is your loyalty, bravery and humility? Where is your old face?!"

After scolding me, I felt a little more at ease. Although I was still scared, I was not as scared as before.

Lao Huang likes to talk about his heroic deeds when he went on the field to kill the enemy. Especially when he sees us young people, he always talks about joining the army. Unfortunately, my mother has told me this for a long time.

They don't allow me to join the army. I know that they don't want me to follow my father's path, but they want me to be an ordinary person.

I just wanted to provoke Lao Huang with what he cared about most, and I really didn’t hear that gloomy voice anymore.

Although the curtains were closed, fortunately it was daytime and the light was good. But what happened just now made me feel cold.

It is said that there is a god when you raise your head three feet high.

How about I raise my head?

Just when I had this ridiculous idea in my mind, the phone in my pocket vibrated violently, almost scaring me to death. I was scanning the surroundings while preparing to take out the phone, but I didn't expect that my hand had just touched it.

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I suddenly felt a smooth and cold touch, even a little soft, and the size didn't feel like my mobile phone. When I took it out, I found that the mobile phone turned into a dead fish!

What’s even weirder is that the fish originally stared with a pair of dead fish eyes, but suddenly it turned its eyes and its lips curved upward in the direction of the eyes. It felt like it was laughing at me!

I quickly threw away the dead fish from a distance. Seeing that it fell to the ground and made no movement, I didn't dare to care about it.

Maybe it's really irrational to break in alone. I don't dare to approach the window anymore, so I can only go out quickly to avoid any unexpected weird things happening again.

When I retreated to the door, I found that the door handle was missing. No, not just the handle, but the entire door was missing!

If I could see my face now, I think it would definitely be a bitter melon face.

It seems that it is not unreasonable for people to be afraid of ghosts. In situations like the ones I am encountering now, if I continue to use so-called scientific principles to comfort myself, I would be deceiving myself and others.

At this time, I just wanted to go out and never bother to find out the truth. However, the door I came in from disappeared out of thin air, which made me feel confused and scared.

Frightened, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw a faint figure on the right side of the curtain. Judging from the height and body shape, he looked very similar to Lao Huang. Just when I mustered up the courage to call him, the figure suddenly changed.

His face became clearer, and it was clearly Old Huang! However, his entire face was glowing with a gloomy green color at this time. If he looked closely, his face with bleeding from all its orifices and separated flesh and bones was extremely terrifying. There was no usual kind and kind face.

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"Old Huang! You, a pretentious guy, actually have the nerve to come out and scare me!"

To be honest, I knew it must be Lao Huang's ghost, but what I couldn't figure out was how he dared to show up in this clear sky and white sun. It wasn't until I came into contact with some knowledge of Maoshan Taoism that I realized that even in the daytime, as long as

In the land of five ghosts and six evil spirits, even the weak ghosts of the newly deceased can appear from the five ghost positions to cause trouble.

I yelled out, and Lao Huang swam over indifferently, "Young general, are you here to see me? Ho ho..."

As he approached, the eerie feeling became stronger and stronger, making my legs tremble uncontrollably. Just imagine that a living person who was talking and laughing with you a few days ago suddenly becomes separated from the yin and yang.

How would you feel if a dead ghost stood in front of you and greeted you?

"Old Huang..."

The words came to my lips, but I couldn't say anything else. Among them, there was fear of the existence of ghosts, but more importantly, I felt sad for the dead Lao Huang.

"Hey, young general, I know you will come, but I hope you don't come. I will die as soon as I die, but you little kids are different. If they want to harm you, I won't do it even if I risk my life.

Let them succeed."

Lao Huang's voice was no longer as friendly as I was familiar with, but had a biting chill. Maybe all ghosts are like this. I put away my sad thoughts and followed his words to ask what happened that day.

What's going on, and why do you say someone is trying to harm me? Lao Huang stared at him as if he was trying to organize his words.

After a while, I heard from his mouth the whole story of what he knew.

Earlier, after Huang Chengjia gave birth to his son, he and his friends went to Jilin in Northeast China to do business. However, on the way to buy goods, they encountered a heavy rain while climbing over an eagle's beak-shaped mountain at the southern foot of Changbai Mountain. The friend and he were trapped on the mountain.

All night long, the heavy rain stopped in the early morning, but heavy fog came up. According to Lao Huang, no matter the road at that time, even if you stretched out your hand, you couldn't see a few fingers. The two of them were afraid of an accident, so they didn't dare to go on the road and stayed there.

They took shelter in a cave from the rain, thinking of waiting for the fog to clear before heading on their way.

But what they didn't expect was that this would lead to a scene that they would never forget in their lives.

Just when the thick fog showed signs of receding, the two of them saw that the time was almost up and began to count the goods. Just as they were about to walk out of the cave, Lao Huang's friend stopped him and whispered to him that there was something wrong.

Lao Huang and his generation were people who had followed the army to suppress bandits, fought hard battles, and crawled among the dead countless times. The dangers they could encounter in the deep mountains, except for wild beasts and flash floods, were

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It's just a beard.

They haven't encountered flash floods. If there are wild beasts, they carry shotguns. The only thing they worry about is encountering the bearded man who knows how to ambush the enemy!

Beards are bandits. Before the country was liberated, banditry occurred frequently in various places, especially in the three eastern provinces with many deep mountains and old forests. Many of the bandit leaders who caused trouble in various places were well aware of the various policies of the government at that time. In addition, they were familiar with the terrain of the mountains and forests, and ordered their subordinates to strictly observe the policies.

According to the regulations, the reputation of many bandit gangs among the people is even better than that of some local armies. At the same time, they have the right time, place and people. Bandits, the most troublesome force for the government, have never been able to eradicate them.

The origin of the name "beard" is that bandits often had to run into the mountains to avoid being chased by the army, and it took a long time before they could go out to plunder, so everyone wore a long beard. Another theory is that the Han people at that time

This is how the derogatory name for the barbarians in the north who often cross the border to plunder, "Hu'er, Hu'er" spread.

Lao Huang and his friend picked up their shotguns vigilantly, cocked the bolts and squatted in the cave, thinking whether it was a beast or a beard, they should shoot him first. With this thought, they heard the whispers of the group outside the cave.

The sound came in. Because they were separated by the stone wall of the cave at that time, even though they held their breath and listened carefully, they only heard a few scattered words such as "Xuanmei, Shisha, I'll send you on your way", mixed with harsh words.

The intermittent screams made the two of them feel chilled in their hearts.

When I heard Lao Huang mention the word "Xuanmei", my heart skipped a beat, and I immediately thought of the "Xuanmei Secret Volume" that I found accidentally in the hospital in the morning! I didn't say anything, just pressed it.

With a sense of fear in my heart, I continued to listen to him.

What happened on this day was such a coincidence. When the two people in the cave were paying attention to the movements outside and were always ready to fight, someone from a group of beards outside also discovered them. According to Lao Huang, at that time he only heard

After someone muttered some obscure words in a low voice, a gust of wind blew out of thin air in the cave where they were staying, and then came a scene that subverted their values ​​​​for most of their lives: after the wind, a monster with dozens of heads appeared.

He roared and rushed towards them, tearing off one of Huang's friend's right arms in the blink of an eye, and the shotgun along with it was bitten to pieces and devoured by dozens of heads fighting for it. Lao Huang was so frightened by this scene that his face was livid, but

People who have experienced life and death countless times can often calm down in a very short time at such times.

He picked up the shotgun and fired two shots at the monster. Although each shot was a solid hit, the monster was unscathed. Dozens of its mouths opened and roared, which shocked Old Huang until his vision went black and he fainted.

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When he regained consciousness, all that was left around him was the torn body parts of his friend and the bloody internal organs on the ground. Even Lao Huang, who had seen countless scenes of death, also leaned over and vomited violently.

He got up. When he was wondering why the other party didn't kill him, he looked up and saw several eye-catching scarlet characters on the stone wall: Don't say anything about what happened today!

At that time, Lao Huang only thought that he had come across the shady activities of Beard, so he killed one of them to scare the monkeys. He hastily gathered the body of his friend and buried it outside the cave, and erected a wooden stake as a monument, without even having time to carry the goods.

After packing up, he ran away down the mountain and never mentioned this past incident again. As for his friends, they didn’t dare to say that he was killed by Beard. They only said that he was killed by a blind bear in the mountain. And because he was killed when he escaped,

He fell into a deep pit and escaped death, but was later rescued by a passerby.

Over the years, he has never told anyone about what he encountered on the Eagle Beak Mountain at the southern foot of Changbai Mountain, and he has never dared to investigate the origins and backgrounds of those people. Besides, he has never even met those people.

Now, how can we investigate?

But later, after he became a teacher, he and his old principal went on a business trip to another place. They met an expert, and just after meeting him, he told Lao Huang that he had evil spirits, and that they had been with him for many years.

, depending on the situation, it will end in three more years at most. The principal is a native intellectual, and what he doesn’t believe the most is these feudal superstitions, so he calls out to Lao Huang and ignores him. But Lao Huang is also a teacher now.

, but after all, I had seen with my own eyes the monster in the Yingzui Mountain cave that could not be deduced from normal theories. I still have the idea that I would rather believe in these so-called "feudal superstitions". So while the principal

While I was sleeping soundly on the train seat, I quietly went to find the expert for help.
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