Three hundred and thirteenth chapter ghost anger complaints
"Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. I want to see what is capable of eating my flesh!" Du Fei had calmed down at this time. He even felt a little excited: maybe this is what Lao He said.
One of the ghost beasts!”
At this moment, a walking monk wearing a bamboo hat and monk's robes suddenly walked up not far away. He was holding an iron staff with a soul-calming bell on the top, and the bell rang once every time he took a step.
When he walked in front of Du Fei and Dongxiang Zhongbi, he suddenly stopped.
He slowly raised his head and saw a resolute and stern face under the wide bamboo hat: "You two know that there are monsters here, but you still want to come in? Why don't you cherish life like this?"
The two looked at each other, and Du Fei smiled bitterly at the monk and said: "Master, we broke in accidentally and can't get out now. Please help us."
"Hahaha!!" The monk laughed loudly: "Actually, like you, I drank a few glasses of wine and barged in with a hot head. To be honest, I feel a little regretful now, but since I came in, we will
There is no other way to go. Either kill the monster and break the magic and go out, or be cut into pieces by the monster like other unlucky people, pounded into minced meat and fed to his children."
"Then what should we do!?" At this time, Togo Shigeki had completely lost his previous domineering attitude. He suddenly remembered that 'Little Dou Po' was the monster that his mother used to scare him into sleeping when he was a child, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"Master, let's go together! Please lead the way!" Du Fei said and stretched out his hand to pull the monk onto his horse.
The monk could be heard muttering something in Sanskrit behind Du Fei. The fog in front immediately dispersed a lot, as if a gust of wind was driving them away.
Du Fei only felt that the thick fog retreated on both sides as if he was frightened, as if it was alive.
The looming trees were swaying in the fog, as if they were dancing. However, there was obviously no wind at this time.
"Stop! Stop!" Du Fei shouted loudly. Because as the old man said, there were three roads ahead.
"What should we do? Which way should we take?" Dong Xiang looked at the two people in confusion.
Du Fei observed for a while and found that there seemed to be a faint rut on one of the roads. He straightened up and said to the other two people: "It should be this road! There are traces of carriages running over it! The monster must be here!"
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"Wrong, wrong," Dongxiang Shigeki also dismounted and observed, "Although there are ruts on that road, monsters generally don't ride in cars? There are footprints on this road! I think it should be this road!"
"Hahaha~~ I don't think you want to argue. Let's just go one way each. We will definitely find the monster. The scariest place at this kind of fork in the road is that there are two roads that lead directly to the underworld. If we all go the wrong way.
You may go directly to the underworld." I saw the monk holding two tortoise-shell-like things on the ground and divining, but there seemed to be no results.
The monk's face became more and more solemn, and he finally stood up: "No matter who meets Xiao Dou Po, he must find a way to get her to speak. As soon as she speaks, the other two paths will disappear.
Only the two who went on the wrong path will be saved. Remember, you must let her speak as soon as possible!" After that, he chose a path generously and disappeared into the deep fog with a long stride.
Dongxiang Zhongwei was trembling with fear at this time: "Aren't we really going to separate? Is there anything wrong with this old monk's mind?" His hand did not leave the handle of the knife for a moment.
"I think what he said makes sense. One of the three roads may be the road to the underworld. If we spread out, we may die inexplicably before we see the monster!" After that, he made his choice.
There was a road, and he rode his horse and walked in slowly.
Seeing this, Dongxiang Chongzhi had no choice but to walk towards the remaining road.
As soon as Du Fei walked onto the path, he felt that the fog began to gradually dissipate, turning from the original thick mass into a light veil.
The trees and rocks beside the road were all exposed. They seemed to have just been fished out of ink, they were all black and had no luster at all.
Du Fei felt a cold swooshing feeling that had been following him closely since just now, as if there was always someone blowing a cool breeze on the back of his neck. He looked back many times, but there was nothing behind him.
He couldn't help but lick his dry lips, his throat was constantly twitching as he swallowed, and his heart was beating like a deer.
Du Fei couldn't help but ask himself: Am I really scared? What ferocious ghosts and spirits have I never seen before that I don't need to be afraid of anymore?
He patted his forehead with his hand to calm his mind.
"Qiang Qiang"
Suddenly there was a strange sound not far away, as if someone was grinding something
But when Du Fei pricked up his ears and listened carefully, the sound suddenly disappeared again! Du Fei was stunned.
He stood there and looked around, but didn't see anything out of place around him. So he could only bite the bullet and continue walking forward. He just felt that his steps had become heavier unknowingly.
After he took a few steps, that heart-chilling voice sounded again!
锵锵锵
It seems like a person is slowly pounding something into flour
Du Fei suddenly saw a small house not far away. Due to the obstruction of the woods, he could only see the purple roof. Purple is the color that symbolizes the underworld. Could it be that he is on the road to the underworld? Du Fei couldn't help but thought to himself.
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But we've come this far, we can't go back! Du Fei gritted his teeth and continued walking forward.
As he got closer and closer to the purple dilapidated hut, the original sound of smashing things began to change, becoming sharper, like a person sharpening a knife!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Du Fei finally arrived in front of the hut with small steps. At this moment, the sound of sharpening the knife suddenly disappeared.
The air around him seemed to have condensed and stopped flowing. The strange and swaying trees at the end of the tree also seemed to be calm. They seemed to be watching something quietly with their eyes open.
Du Fei reached out several times to open the dilapidated paper door, but several times he retracted his hand in midair.
Suddenly he remembered what the monk said, if he met Little Dou Po and didn't let her speak as soon as possible.
No, we can't delay it any longer!
Du Fei firmly grasped the string of the paper door.
However, before he could exert any force, the door suddenly opened automatically!
A musty smell hit Du Fei's nose and almost suffocated him.