I couldn't tell the difference between male and female in this kind of voice. I just thought he was young, but no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find the source of the cry.
And listening to it always sends chills down your spine and makes your hair stand on end.
As a result, rumors spread that this hillside was haunted.
As the sky grew dark, Wu Zhi took Bai Qianqian and Fujiwara Zhangzi on horseback and walked on the hillside path.
They were going to take a shortcut to Yangzhou.
Along the way, although Akiko Fujiwara remained silent on the surface, her eyes would always secretly glance at Bai Qianqian.
There was a look of inquiry and curiosity in his eyes.
Although at the beginning, Wu Zhi had already introduced Fujiwara Shoko and said that Bai Qianqian was his friend in the world.
But as a woman, Fujiwara Akiko could easily distinguish Bai Qianqian's distant feelings for Wu Zhi.
It's just that Wu Zhi himself didn't know it.
The most important thing is that the young lady in front of me is a typical sharp-tongued person.
Although I thought about it in my heart, I refused to beg for mercy.
When the three of them came to the hillside, Bai Qianqian suddenly turned her head and looked at Fujiwara Shoko.
"Why do you keep staring at me secretly?"
"If you have something to say, just say it, don't hide it!"
When Bai Qianqian retorted like this, Fujiwara Shoko quickly looked away and lowered his head slightly, as if he was a concubine who was angry with his wife.
The most unsightly thing about Bai Qianqian is Fujiwara Shoko's pretentious appearance, a typical vixen!
Wu Zhi sighed and said, "Miss Bai, if you are angry, just take it somewhere else, even towards me. Don't bully her."
Bai Qianqian snorted coldly, then turned over and dismounted, walking towards the thatched house that had been built not far away.
As he walked, he said: "I am tired, so I will camp here tonight!"
Wu Zhi looked at the sky and knew that no matter how he went down, it would be inconvenient to walk. After all, the clouds in the sky were thick and there would be no moonlight at night.
It was still a bit dangerous to walk on the mountain road at night, so I nodded and led the horse over with Fujiwara Shoko.
At this time, a woodcutter happened to be walking down the hillside carrying timber.
Seeing this, he hurriedly waved to Wu Zhi from a distance. He looked anxious, as if he had something important to do.
Wu Zhi walked up to Qiao Fu and asked: "Brother, what can I do for you?"
The woodcutter asked: "Are you going to spend the night here?"
Seeing Wu Zhi nodding, the woodcutter quickly waved his hand: "Oh, you can't help it, it's haunted here at night!"
Hearing this, Wu Zhi couldn't help but laugh.
"This thatched house looks like it was just built. How could it be haunted?"
The woodcutter recounted what happened two days ago. He said: "We also found a body with severed arms and legs under the ashes of the vegetation. We didn't know who this person was, so we buried it on the spot.
Already."
"Now every night I hear ghosts crying, and the cries sound really miserable."
It was getting darker and darker now. Seeing that Wu Zhi and the others were unmoved, the woodcutter left a sentence, "If you don't believe it, forget it. You can blame me if the ghost drags you away." Then he ran away without looking back.
At this time, Wu Zhi only felt a gust of wind blowing past his feet.
He couldn't help but look in the direction of the wind, and saw that the burn mark that the woodcutter mentioned was still there not far away.
The villagers even put up a sign in front of the tomb.
But there is no name on it, after all, no one knows who the deceased is.
Wu Zhi walked over, stood in front of the grave, slightly arched his hands and said, "This good man, my name is Wu Zhi."
"We'll stay here tonight. If you have something to do, just say it openly and don't do anything false."
While Wu Zhi was speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew by, and then a hand suddenly placed on Wu Zhi's shoulder.
Wu Zhi turned his head slightly and saw Bai Qianqian's delicate face in front of him.
Bai Qianqian's pretty face showed a hint of ridicule: "Hey, our Master Wu Dazhuang is actually afraid of ghosts?"