"If you don't see her, see you." The fool said nonchalantly, "We have done our best to leave her so many things."
Everyone walked a few hundred meters along the route in their memory.
"No way..." Luo Jiutian looked around blankly, "Are we lost again?"
"Didn't we walk back along the original route?" Qin Yin asked.
"But...it seems like we have never seen this place before."
Baomu looked around at the unfamiliar scenery and said with a frown.
Xiaolan thought of Wen Ling's bow, "Didn't we leave a bow next to that cliff?"
But along the way, they didn't even see the shadow of a bow tie.
"Did we start in the wrong direction?" Qin Yin raised a possibility.
"Absolutely not," the fool vetoed, "I promise, at least we are heading in the right direction."
That means the route is wrong.
After a lot of trouble, the time was approaching evening. It was now six o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky in the woods had already turned dark. The rain that had not fallen during the day was probably going to appear at night. They went around and around, but they still couldn't find the mark.
At that place, everyone saw that the night wind in the forest was getting stronger and decided to find a spacious open space to camp and rest.
Everyone worked together to set up two large tents. As soon as the tents were set up, Wen Ling collapsed on his sleeping bag and didn't even bother to eat.
"Still the old rules, keep vigil in pairs," the Taoist priest pointed at Luo Jiutian, "Jiutian and I are in a group, and Fool and Baomu are in a group. Four hours is enough for each group."
"And Xiaolan and I," Qin Yin raised the ham sausage in his hand unconvinced, "three hours is enough for one group."
Xiaolan nodded fiercely, "I also want to keep vigil."
"Yes, why don't you let us keep a vigil?" Qin Yin hugged Xiaolan, "Watching the night is not just for boys, and what if you do something we shouldn't do behind our backs..."
The Taoist priest almost choked, he smiled helplessly, "Okay, then you are on the last shift, we will wait for a while... Let's start resting at nine o'clock, Fool and Baomu will go to your tent around three o'clock in the morning
Call you."
"It may rain at night, so prepare your raincoat in advance." The fool warned again.
Before falling asleep, everyone walked around the camp several times to confirm the safety of the area. Xiaolan and Qin Yin were walking in the forest. When they raised their eyes, they saw the Taoist priest leaning against a big tree, seemingly in a daze.
"Taoist Priest?"
When the two of them got closer, they realized that the Taoist priest was not in a daze.
"Taoist priest, what's wrong with you?" Qin Yin saw that the light of Taoist priest's flashlight was very weak and asked, "Is your flashlight broken?"
"No," the Taoist priest turned the flashlight brighter, "I'm looking at something."
Xiaolan had already seen something clutched in the Taoist priest's right hand, and hurriedly approached it, "What are you looking at?"
The Taoist priest opened his palm, revealing a pile of black and yellow things in his palm.
"What is this?" Qin Yin asked in disgust.
Xiaolan recognized the faint traces of cinnabar on the yellow part, and suddenly realized, "Taoist Master, is this your talisman paper?"
The Taoist priest nodded.
When facing the suicidal man, the Taoist priest once threw out a charm, which was intended to prevent the man from committing suicide, but he was still a step too late.
"The talisman? Isn't that talisman useless?" Qin Yin looked at the miserable appearance of the talisman.
"I originally thought so, so I picked it up specially," said the frugal Taoist priest, "but when I picked it up, it had already turned into this."
Xiaolan reconstructed that scene in her mind.
The man's knife pierced his throat, and blood spattered...
"His blood!" Xiaolan raised her hand, "His blood was splashed on the talisman paper!"
The Taoist priest nodded silently, he also thought of this.
"Oh my god, there was some blood, so why did the talisman become like this..." Qin Yin picked up a corner of the talisman and looked at it carefully, "It looks like it was burned by fire."
The black on the talisman is the part that burned to ashes. Several pieces of black are distributed on the surface of the talisman in flakes, taking away the power that belongs to this talisman.
"That's right," the Taoist priest was very happy that both Qin Yin and Xiaolan understood what he meant, "that man's death was not that simple."
The man's blood ignited the spell.
"Isn't he really possessed by some monster?" Qin Yin carefully put the charm back into the palm of the Taoist master's hand.
The Taoist priest shook his head, "I don't know yet."
"Why didn't you tell everyone about this just now?" Xiaolan asked.
"I originally wanted to briefly confirm the situation before telling you," the Taoist priest walked back to the camp with the two of them. "Now it seems that my guess was correct. In any case, you must be careful on the mountain."
The two accepted the Taoist leader's advice. When they returned to the tent, Wen Ling was still asleep. Qin Yin shook her awake mercilessly and fed her directly while Wen Ling was rubbing her eyes.
A piece of bread goes in.
The night wind whistled through the forest and passed through their tent, making a whine. Xiaolan and Qin Yin both had a little insomnia. They looked at the flashlight light outside the tent and knew that it was the Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian who were keeping watch at night.
Protect them.
Around ten o'clock, the wind calmed down a bit, but the silence in the forest did not last for a few minutes, and soon the rain came.
The rain was indeed heavy, and the raindrops pattered on the roof of the tent. Xiaolan saw the flashlight flashing for a while, and the Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian put on their raincoats and continued on duty.
The heavy rain in the mountains came fiercely, but after the fierce beginning, the rain gradually calmed down. Under the regular sound of rain and the slightly trembling light, Xiaolan felt that his eyelids were gradually getting heavy. Beside him, Qin Yin's breathing became evener.
, not long after, Xiaolan closed her eyes and fell into sleep.
It is also raining in the dream. This is the projection of the sensory world in the dream. Xiaolan has always found this phenomenon very interesting. If the quilt when sleeping is too hot, it will be like being warmed by a fire in the dream. If the body is too cold, there will be in the dream
It's snowing, and now, in the sound of rain in the dream, there is a strange sound...
Hiss—hiss—hiss—
It's like a small animal scratching some kind of fabric.
Xiaolan's dream began to shake. With this violent shaking, the images in Xiaolan's dream were like projections on the water, shattering and scattering. Then the image went black and Xiaolan opened her eyes.
shake.
The tent is shaking slightly.
Xiaolan was squeezed to the edge of the tent, and the fabric and supports of the tent began to shake. After that, the sound of nails scratching the fabric could be heard from the shaking tent.
Xiaolan grabbed the phone.
"Sister Xiaoyin, wake up," Xiaolan sat up with her right hand on the ground, "It's three o'clock, Brother Fool and the others came to ask us to change shifts..."
Prick, prick, prick...
"Stop scratching," Xiaolan got out of the sleeping bag, unzipped the tent, and shouted to the two people outside, "Let's..."
Xiaolan froze suddenly.
The zipper was opened, and a snow-white human face came face to face.