I followed the man for a long time in twists and turns. After walking out of the city, the man went straight to the woods in the west of the city.
As the road got smaller and smaller as we walked, the scenery on the side of the road also changed. The trees on both sides became taller and taller, and the sun-blocking branches blocked out the entire sky. As we walked, it became darker and darker.
The path gradually disappeared and we had entered the depths of the woods.
There are several barren graves vaguely visible next to them. I don’t know how many years have passed and they are overgrown with weeds.
The grove in the west of the city is famous as the Forest of Hundreds of Ghosts. There are two world-famous places in the small town, one is the quaint East Street and the West Street, and the other is the haunted grove in the west of the city. Stories told by the older generation
, the grove in the west of the city never returned, so and so was found dead in the grove, and so and so passed by the grove and saw a headless female ghost with his own eyes...
I shuddered involuntarily. Why did grandpa bring me to this place? Is that person my grandpa?! I suddenly stopped. There was a strange and gloomy atmosphere in the forest that lowered the temperature of the forest.
About ten degrees.
When I noticed something was wrong and stopped, the person in front of me also stopped and didn't turn around. His white buns were trembling slightly in the wind. Only then did I see clearly who was there and what was inside the empty clothes.
There was none, and there was a black ball on the neck of the clothes, like a ball of hair.
I looked at the white bunt in surprise. I clearly remember that when I chased him out, he was indeed a person. When did he just wear clothes?
"No hurry, no rush, let's listen to the story first."
The insidious voice came from the clothes. I clenched my hands into fists and slowly walked forward defensively, trying to see clearly what the lump on my neck was.
Sizzle - before I could get closer, the clothes made a sound like being burned, and then a few wisps of black smoke came out and turned into a ball of ashes.
I walked closer and squatted ### to check the pile of ashes. As soon as I squatted down, the ground was empty, and I started to fall suddenly. There was some light in the forest, but as I fell, the light disappeared.
It was gone without a trace, and it was so dark that I couldn't even see my fingers.
After more than ten seconds of free-falling, I was hit hard on the ground. As soon as my eyes went dark, I fainted. I could only feel the excruciating pain all over my body, as if I was falling apart.
I don’t know how long it took, but I slowly regained consciousness. When I opened my eyes, I found that the surroundings were completely dark. I subconsciously thought I was blind. But then I thought, no, it was just that the environment was too dark. Recalling what happened before
The thing is, I seem to have fallen into something similar to a trap.
I touched my pockets all over my body and finally pulled out a mobile phone. When I opened it, there was a faint light. I used the light to look around and realized that I had fallen into a dry well.
There was some noise like crushing leaves coming from the wellhead. I realized that someone was approaching. I didn't know who it was, so I didn't dare to act rashly. I hurriedly turned off my phone and listened to the sounds above.
Then I seemed to hear someone talking, a very distant voice, and I couldn’t make out what was being said. The voice slowly got closer and became clearer. After about four or five minutes, I finally could hear the voice clearly.
.
"White-faced Ghost, what story are you telling today?"
"Don't worry, let me think about it first." With a splashing sound, someone sat down by the well.
There was a splashing sound again, and more people sat down by the well. The rustling sounds kept coming, as if more people were gathering.
I smelled the increasingly dense yin in the air, and I was covered in cold sweat. No matter who was there, they were all lonely ghosts. I even suppressed myself, not daring to make any sound.
The movement above had become smaller, and finally only a sinister voice floated down from the well mouth: "What are we talking about today? Let me think about it, have you ever heard of an old man in his seventies nearby?
Called Long Yan?"
"I've heard that it's that old Mr. Long. I heard that he died a few days ago and his body was stolen."
"Yes, this is not a strange thing, white-faced old man, you just want to fool us with this, right?"
"If I didn't say it, of course it wouldn't be surprising, but you only know one thing but not the other. Do you know why the long-faced old man in his seventies always looks like he is only forty or fifty years old, and he never gets older?
?”
I was startled, and I pricked up my ears to listen, and I actually mentioned my grandfather. He never grows old. This is a secret of my grandfather. Everyone says that my grandfather takes good care of himself, but no one knows.
, my grandfather has never done any maintenance, and time seems to have never left any traces on him. I once asked why, but my grandfather always smiled and said nothing, or he was talking about him.
Maybe these ghosts know the secret that even I don’t know. I think.
"Hey, white-faced old ghost, please stop being so pretentious. Hundreds of us ghosts are waiting to hear what you have to say!" Someone was obviously a little impatient.
"You all don't know. In fact, that old Master Long is not a human being." The old ghost lowered his voice, creating an atmosphere of telling a secret, "He has a big secret, which is a legend about the tomb of the gods.
What we are going to talk about today is this Immortal Tomb!"
Back to the topic, the old ghost suddenly raised his voice again: "There are actually many opinions about this immortal tomb. Some people say that it is not actually a tomb, but the residence of a certain immortal before he ascended to immortality. Some people say that that
It’s just a tomb where a Taoist cultivator is buried... In fact, people who have never been in it will never know what it is..."
"Then you know?"
"Of course I know!"
"Isn't it said that people who have never been in there don't know?"
"When did I say that I am a human being? I am a ghost! Don't interrupt me. Speaking of the tomb of the gods, it is not a tomb in the first place..."
I listened to the ghost by the well talking about nothing, and the more I listened, the more surprised I became.
If what the ghost at the well said is true, it means that the tomb of the gods is real, and there are many treasures hidden in it. If this matter is known to the world, it will definitely cause an uproar###
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It’s no wonder that the hunchbacked old man who came to see me that day was mysterious and mysterious. I think he also listened to these ghost stories here. Ghost stories are not believable, but most ghost stories are true.
"You can't just go to the Immortal Tomb casually. The map of the Immortal Tomb is in the hands of Mr. Xiao Long, the grandson of Old Master Long." When I heard this sentence, I was even more surprised. The map was in my hand.
, how come I don’t know!
When I wanted to continue listening, there was a noise from upstairs.
"No, someone is coming!"
Immediately after hearing a burst of chaotic sounds, the surroundings returned to silence.