Walking on the road in the village, the abnormal coldness swept over me again without any surprise.
Uncle Ghost also sounded the gong in his hand at the same time.
I don’t know why, but as the sound of gongs resounded through the silent Fengling Village, I began to see strange figures one after another.
These figures are very blurry, and if you don't look carefully, you can only see a white expanse, like mist.
Uncle Ghost said that this is the soul of the aboriginal people in Fenling Village.
It was formed by those who died a hundred years ago because of their deep resentment. The reason why I feel cold is because they would wander around Fengling Village at night.
If I were not the village guard and had the aura of the City God in my body, I might have been affected by those spirits before he found me on the first day and died here.
The most important function of the gong in his hand is to make those souls wake up briefly after hearing the sound of the gong. It is also for this reason that I heard some faint crying before.
Those crying sounds are them crying for their own experiences.
This also made me feel some sympathy in my heart.
A hundred years later, they are still wandering here, and their remains have been turned into bones of resentment by the influence of the coffin. It is estimated that this resentment will be difficult to dissipate.
Under the cover of Uncle Gui's gong, we quickly walked out of Fengling Village.
Uncle Ghost immediately put away the gong in his hand, and then led me to a low mountain.
It is said to be a short mountain, but actually it is estimated to be a hundred meters high when you look up, giving people a deep feeling in the night.
Uncle Ghost said this mountain is called Ghost Mountain.
Before and after arriving at the Ghost Mountain, Uncle Ghost stopped and took out the soul-suppressing rope and the corpse-killing sickle. For the first time, his face that was originally quite indifferent became a little more solemn.
I looked at Uncle Ghost and asked, "Is the City God's Temple up there?"
"Are we going up like this?"
Uncle Ghost nodded slightly, looked around, and then said, "The City God's Temple is at the highest point of the Ghost Mountain, but it's not easy to get there."
"Is there any danger in this mountain?" I looked at the ghost mountain. Apart from its depth, I couldn't see any problem. If I really wanted to say it, it was quiet.
There wasn't even a sound of a bird.
However, the lack of bird sounds in the forest is already the biggest problem.
Uncle Ghost said seriously: "The City God's Temple is the biggest danger, but the Ghost Mountain is equally dangerous."
"After that incident happened, people began to come to Fenling Village to look for the town coffin, and most of them said their target was the City God's Temple."
"Because of this, many people died on this mountain."
"The resentment of those people whose bodies are exposed after they die is no less than those of those in Fengling Village."
"It was also after that that the mountain got the name Ghost Mountain."
It suddenly dawned on me, no wonder Old Man Zhang and the others had such a big reaction when they heard that the Earthly Immortal Sword was in the City God's Temple. If this ghost mountain is really like what Uncle Ghost said, it is not something they can climb up.
After all, they are not village guards.
I don't have anything like a soul-suppressing rope on hand.
"Follow me."
"No matter what sound you hear after going up the mountain, don't look back."
"Don't look back!"
Uncle Ghost emphasized.
I nodded.
Although I don't understand a little bit in my heart.
Then Uncle Ghost took the lead to walk up the Ghost Mountain, and when I saw this, I quickly followed him.
As soon as I went up the mountain, I felt the abnormal cold again, even more obvious than in Fengling Village. I subconsciously tightened my clothes, but it didn't have much effect.
I glanced at Uncle Ghost. He was in a similar situation to me. He had his arms folded across his chest and a soul-suppressing rope in his hand, looking alert.
We walked very slowly.
Almost every two steps, Uncle Ghost would stop and look at both sides before continuing to move forward.
I followed him from beginning to end, never leaving him.
I don’t know if it was luck or other reasons, but we didn’t encounter any danger for half an hour. Apart from the cold, I didn’t see anything weird at all.
I couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Ghost, how long has it been since you came to this Ghost Mountain?"
Uncle Ghost didn't look back at me, he was still looking ahead.
"It's been ten or twenty years."
"I broke in once when I was young and almost died here."
"Is it possible that in the past twenty years, there will be no danger in this ghost mountain?" I looked around, "We have been walking for so long, and there is nothing..."
"Ghost boy!"
Before I finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind me.
A bit like an old drunkard.
I subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Uncle Ghost stopped me immediately.
"Don't look back!"
I was startled and broke into cold sweat all of a sudden.
"Some of the souls on this ghost mountain are no longer just lonely ghosts. They already have their own consciousness. The sound you just heard was made by them."
"As soon as you look back, you will be completely entangled."
"Can't the soul-suppressing rope solve the problem?" I shook the soul-suppressing rope.
"It can be solved." Uncle Ghost said calmly: "But these life weapons will consume part of your energy every time you use them. There is still a long way to go. If you can avoid consumption, try to avoid it."
I knew it in my heart, but at the same time I was a little scared.
Uncle Gui had warned me about this from the beginning, and I almost got caught. If Uncle Gui hadn't been there, I might have been targeted by that thing.
"I see."
I responded and cheered up again.
I felt a little relieved because I didn't encounter any danger along the way, but I felt relieved again.
We walked a little further up the mountain, and the sound finally disappeared from my ears, as if I had given up, and I breathed a little sigh of relief.
Uncle Ghost stopped at this moment.
Only then did I notice that his face had turned a little white and his breathing had become a little heavy.
Only then did I remember that Uncle Ghost’s feet were disabled and due to the cold, even though we were walking very slowly, it would still be much harder for him than normal people.
I said: "Why don't you take a rest first."
Uncle Ghost didn't refuse and sat on the ground leaning against a tree next to him.
I sat next to him and watched Uncle Ghost lift up his trousers and inspect the wood that supported his walking, but my mood became a little complicated.
Are village guards born to endure these pains?
I thought and looked at myself.
Compared with Uncle Gui, I am lucky.
At least I have a choice and a chance to change.
And he is still in good health now.
As if he felt my gaze, Uncle Ghost lowered his trousers, took a deep breath and stood up from the ground.
"Let's go."
"No more rest?" I asked.
Uncle Ghost shook his head.
"You must enter the City God's Temple before dawn, otherwise..."