There have been many strange things in the mountains since ancient times, so Hu was very careful when entering the mountains alone.
The first few days were indeed fine. Although I didn't find the legendary century-old ginseng king, I found a lot of other medicinal materials, which can be said to be a fruitful harvest.
The most precious among them is a "corpse ginseng" that is more than twenty years old.
Although corpse ginseng also has the word ginseng, it is not a relative of the Little Fascist family, but a fungus that grows on coffins.
If the fungus is less than five years old, the fungus has not formed, looks like a ball, the fungus has not opened, and the color can be gray, red, black, etc.
The mushrooms, which are about five to twenty years old, take shape and come in various colors such as gray, red, and black.
The mushrooms that are more than 20 years old are relatively hard, some are as hard as wood. The color is darker, and the black ones are almost the same color as charcoal.
Even though "corpse ginseng" is so filthy, it is good at curing Sha diseases: five pounds and seven injuries, once this thing is decoctioned and taken, it will immediately cause sudden onset of symptoms.
Its preciousness is evident.
When Hu Er discovered the dead ginseng, there was also a wooden sign standing next to it.
There is a line of words engraved crookedly on the card, as if it had been dug out with fingernails.
"I give birth to my food, and whoever touches me dies."
The font is dark brown, resembling dried blood.
Hu Er, who had always been cautious, was not afraid when he saw this, but felt relieved.
Because scaring fellow travelers is a common method used by many "mountain travelers", as you can see now.
When encountering medicinal materials that are not old enough and cannot bear to pick them, and cannot keep guard by them all the time, they deliberately leave some scaring traces to scare away their colleagues.
Wait until the estimated time is almost up, then come and collect the herbs yourself.
This is also the reason why every time a magical medicine is released, it is accompanied by many strange legends...
After Hu Er carefully picked the whole corpse ginseng plant, he smiled and kicked down the "signature" erected by his "fellow".
However, to be cautious, he quickly moved away from where he was.
If by chance a colleague arrives, there will be some discussion.
In this deep mountain and old forest, even if the other party kills me, no one will know!
He didn't notice that when he turned to leave, a vague figure slowly "floated" out of the coffin and kept waving at him...
That night something strange happened:
Hu Er, who was sleeping by the campfire, felt increasingly cold.
After waking up from the cold, I found that even though the bonfire was blazing, my eyebrows were covered with ice crystals.
"This damn weather..."
While complaining, Hu Er picked up the shotgun and walked far away to relieve himself.
Experienced mountaineers all know that they cannot relieve themselves near their campsite.
Firstly, it is unhygienic, and secondly, the smell will attract large beasts.
After walking a hundred meters away, Hu Er suddenly found an unusually tall figure standing not far in front of him.
Preliminary estimate is that it is more than two meters high.
Wearing white clothes and robes, the air is very cold.
Hu Er suddenly became alert, and the hazy sleepiness was immediately swept away.
He raised his shotgun and aimed at the opponent, shouting questions.
"My friend in front of you, who are you? Can you just say something?"
"We are just poor people who go to the mountains to beg for food. If I have offended unintentionally, I can apologize!"
"If you were traveling with me and pretended to be a ghost to scare me, then don't blame me for shooting!!"
As soon as Hu Er finished speaking, the figure in front immediately burst into cold, hollow laughter.
As the laughter rang out, he himself slowly floated backwards.
Hu Er's hair stood up when he saw this:
He realized that the "thing" in front of him was definitely not a deliberate attempt by his peers to scare him, but something real and dirty!
Laoshanke is definitely brave enough, but if you are not brave enough, you will not be able to eat "this bowl of rice".
Without saying a word, he raised the gun and released it.
Amidst the loud bang, the tall figure was slightly shaken, and then slowly turned around.
When Hu Er saw his appearance clearly, he was even more frightened:
Because the other party has no facial features, all he has is a big pale face!
“It’s bad, I’m ‘losing my face’ (Note 1)!!”
Hu Er turned around and wanted to run, but found that he could not move at all, as if every joint was rusted to death.
Not to mention moving, he couldn't even call for help.
At the critical moment when "Shameless" stretched out his pale hand and grabbed Hu Er's neck little by little, a rag suddenly fell from the sky and blocked the man and the ghost.
"Shameless" was stunned when he saw the rag, and then screamed in anger.
"Rag" didn't give in, but instead wrapped around Shameless.
One ghost and one cloth struggled together in such a weird way.
After a long time, Rag Bu was no longer a shameless opponent and was torn to pieces.
The phantom of a little hedgehog was pulled out of the rags by Shameless, and was held in the air by grabbing its neck with one hand.
The little hedgehog struggled desperately to no avail, and looked at Hu Er with tears in his eyes.
At this time, a childish voice sounded in Hu Er's ear: "I'm sorry, I can't protect you...Run away!"
After the sound ended, Hu Er was surprised to find that he could move.
The old mountain guest knew that the little hedgehog in front of him had saved him, so without saying a word he picked up the shotgun and hit the shameless head.
But shamelessly, with just a wave of his hand, Hu Er felt dizzy.
Then he fell to the ground with a thud and passed out.
Before completely losing consciousness, he vaguely saw the little hedgehog breaking away from the shameless claws and fighting with it again...
Note 1, it’s shameless to recruit:
There is a saying spread in the northern land, which refers to a special kind of evil ghost.
People walking at night are easy to encounter. They are tall and shameless.