Let alone seeing it with your own eyes, just thinking about it is enough to make people shudder.
"Don't worry, the fat man is fine. Just spit it out and it will be fine." Zhang Zhuxun placed the fat man aside.
Seeing that Wu Xie was extremely worried, he comforted him and said, "Those things don't actually have much ill intentions towards us. Maybe they are just being detained here for too long and they are just playing tricks on us out of boredom."
Wu Xie was a little dumbfounded, "Why does this sound like a child?"
Zhang Haike went back and forth more than a dozen times, and finally wiped the butt of these two heartless guys who loved to light fires.
He threw the bronze helmet to its original place, stretched out and walked over, sighing: "It was a child who died prematurely in an accident. He was very simple. If he died and could not enter the ancestral tomb, his parents would find a piece of it."
A small sky burial was held in the local area, and the bones were recovered and buried in a place where eminent monks and masters had carved seals and recited scriptures to pray for health in the next life."
"I just went in and took a look. The wooden pagoda group is a maze. It should have been specially selected and built by the previous head of the Rawa clan. It is not only to nourish the souls, but also to guard the tombs." Zhang Haike reasonably speculated.
Zhang Zhuoxun nodded, "This should be the underground area of the mountain peak at the edge of the mass burial tomb of the Kangbaluo people."
He explained: "There are five mass burial peaks for the Kangba people. The active volcano burial peak where we are located belongs to the Maim Ghost Peak. It is integrated with the ice burial cliff outside the mountain. The people who live in it are all because of some weird things.
People who die due to accidents rather than natural causes are more evil."
"So the spirits of these children continue to absorb the energy of the Yin Corpse, and after a hundred years they will turn into ghosts, also called infant bone ghosts. They are a kind of Yin object that can change its shape like mist."
"They are not very lethal. They will only take the opportunity to look familiar to you when you inadvertently inhale bone powder to deceive people. If you fail to find the flaw, you will be tricked like the fat man and eat the bones that belong to them.
A small number are then trapped here forever, trapped in a maze, and eventually die."
Zhang Zhuxun even smiled at the end, as if this was something interesting.
"It can kill people, but it's not very lethal?" Wu Xie twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to laugh.
"Compared to those who want to kill you right away, these kids' methods are gentle enough." Zhang Haike said lightly, "Anyone who can come to a place like this deserves it. Anyone who can survive is considered to be earning money."
Already."
Wu Xie felt that he was being ridiculed. He looked at him steadily for a while, then turned to Zhang Zhu and said, "I think there is something wrong with him. I don't know if it is true. Why don't you give him another shot?"
The expression on Zhang Haike's face, as if he had seen through the conduct of this world, suddenly disappeared, and he said seriously: "Just kidding, let's not mention this."
Zhang Zhuxun was amused by the unconvinced expression on Wu Xie's face that he wanted to choke back but failed.
Wu Xie's mood had just reached its peak, and before he could say anything else, his smile disappeared.
Zhang Zhuoxun cleared his throat and explained a few words briefly, "Baby bone towers generally have memories. Although they are said to be a witchcraft, there are also people who pray to God and earth to ask for a bone tower to protect children who died young, especially
In Southeast Asia, a temple is worth tens of thousands of gold. As for whether the person who wants to go home in the end is an evil spirit or a spirit, I can't say for sure."
Wu Xie somewhat understands the mentality of those who seek pagodas, but he cannot agree with it. Dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust, so what if the prosperity is extremely prosperous, and the road will return, but in the end it is not just a handful of fine sand and a handful of dust.
The fat man was still sleeping, so Zhang Zhuxun suggested that they rest where they were for a while until the fat man woke up.
"What did you see in the cave?" he asked Zhang Haike while arranging his equipment.
Chi can let people see what they want to see most in their thoughts, in order to achieve the purpose of seduction.
He originally thought Zhang Haike would say sister or Zu Ling.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Haike just looked at him sideways, thought for a while, and said: "I saw a group of children standing on the edge of the cliff, and the smallest one among them was pushed down by them. I stood at the bottom of the cliff. I thought I
I stretched out my hand to catch him, but when I turned my head I found that there was nothing in my hand. The child fell in front of me, and the snow buried him."
Zhang Shuxun's hand wiping the blade paused slightly. After a long time, he laughed softly, sheathed the clean hunting knife, and whispered, "Fake."
No one went to save the child. The child lay at the bottom of the cliff for a long time, and no one would notice that he was missing.
Wu Xie looked left and right between the two of them, a little confused. He seemed to have realized something inexplicably, and it seemed that what he realized was just an illusion. But judging from Muyu's reaction, this memory in Chizhong seemed to be real.
, that child might have survived.
Although he was puzzled and curious, Muyu didn't want to mention it, so he didn't ask.
"How did you recognize that it was not me in such a short period of time?" Zhang Haike asked back, relaxing the atmosphere.
Wu Xie yawned. After his tense nerves relaxed, he felt sleepy. He rubbed his face and said, "How do you know that the person Muyu and I saw is yours."
"When I came out of the maze, I could guess the difference just by looking at your expressions." Zhang Haike said without any humility.
Wu Xie also knew that he was a person whose emotions were easily expressed on his face, so he curled his lips in displeasure.
He actually also wondered why Muyu could tell the real and fake Zhang Haike just by meeting him face to face. It was obvious that they had only been in constant contact with Zhang Haike for a few hours, and they could not tell the real Monkey King from the fake one just by listening to his tone and looking at his body shape.
That's the point.
Hearing this, Zhang Zhuoxun frowned a little unappreciatively, "Because, I saw it throw an eye hook at me when it turned around. It was weird, like a doll singing a ghost show, a bit perverted."
"Hahaha..." Wu Xie covered his stomach and laughed arrogantly.
Zhang Haike's sly expression froze on his face. He never expected that the flaw would be like this, and he was immediately speechless.
Wu Xie smiled for a full minute, then put away his smile under Zhang Haike's stupid look, found a place to lean back and closed his eyes, intending to squint for a while.
The surroundings were very quiet, and Zhang Zhuxun and the two of them were also closing their eyes to relax.
Wu Xie fell asleep the next second he closed his eyes. In his sleep, he felt light and airy, like a spore of a mushroom that matured and scattered, swaying in the wind, hanging on Neil who was traveling on a goose.
On the brim of Si's hat, he flew to the clouds, flying and enjoying himself.
Just when he was so happy that he forgot everything, a storm suddenly came. A bolt of lightning like a giant snake split Nils off the goose's back. His hat was blown away by the strong wind and fell into the clouds. The tiny spores were torn apart by the storm in the blink of an eye.
The dream is broken.
Wu Xie woke up from his dream when he stepped on the air.
With his heart pounding in his chest, Wu Xie sat up suddenly, took a few deep breaths, and clutched his heart, still unable to recover.
The back of a slightly cold hand was placed against his forehead and he tried, "You don't have a fever, are you having a nightmare?"
Wu Xie was stunned and said something without beginning or end, "We will encounter snakes here."
Zhang Zhuoxun was slightly startled, his expression became more solemn, and he asked: "What does that snake look like?"
He did not doubt the authenticity of Wu Xie's words. As early as when he saw the bronze sacred tree, he discovered that Wu Xie was special. He would interact with some equally special ghosts in certain specific environments.
Traces resonate.
"White." Wu Xie said softly, "That's a white snake."
