Let us take the ghost kid out of the mountain, which seemed to him a somewhat inappropriate request.

In fact, I am the one who is "unfair" and Lao Yang probably doesn't know that this time, a large part of the reason why he took his life to risk his life was due to me.

If I hadn't been cursed, Du Kang might not have run here to find the evil god, and he wouldn't have to enter the realm of the evil god with us.

On the way here, I discussed with Erye Zhang whether Lao Yang could take us to find the big cliff first, and then we sent Lao Yang out. Anyway, we had found the way to the big cliff, so we could send Lao Yang out and then find the same way.

But Du Kang said that if we had not Lao Yang, even if we eliminated the evil god, we would have gone but never returned, because only native elders like Lao Yang who were born in this village knew how to build the Heavenly Lock.

Liu Shangang was washing Guiwa's hair, but Guiwa heard Lao Yang's voice and rushed over with soap bubbles on his head.

His face was covered with gray just now, and I didn't see his facial features clearly, but now, the pair of clean-shaped sword eyebrows and slender phoenix eyes made him look younger but looked natural majestic.

I was worried that Lao Yang would ask Guiwa to kneel down to us or something. When he saw him running to Lao Yang, he said first: "Guiwa, can you stuff the rice?"

The ghost nodded immediately, and the soap bubbles on his head were everywhere.

I smiled and said to him, "Wash my hair first, and help me stuff it with rice later."

The ghost kid looked at Lao Yang. When Lao Yang was about to speak, I rushed to him and said to him: "I didn't have a wok in this kind of bamboo shoot before, otherwise, you can also make a dish?"

Du Kang also said to Lao Yang: "Okay, we all know your feelings. Let Xile wash your hair."

Only then did Lao Yang let the ghost kid go and came to me with a smile to fry bamboo shoots.

I fryed four dishes with relatively large portions. Lao Yang fryed bamboo shoots, and the fish that Liu Shangang and the others made a large bowl of milky white soup. In this ventilated old house, eight people sat together around a small table and ate the meal in big mouthfuls. Erye Zhang and Lao Yang drank some rice wine. I knew Erye was amazingly drunk, and that jar of rice wine was definitely not enough for him to drink.

The ghost kid was very happy. He had probably encountered such a sumptuous dinner for a long time. His eyes were always staring at the bacon and two dishes with a lot of meat. Seeing him eating voraciously, I couldn't help but recall the first time I drank Tai Sui soup in Luanfenshan.

At that time, I was consumed by ghosts and was also thin and small, just like the current ghost kid.

After dinner, we slept on the floor in the living room of the old house. Lao Yang seemed a little disgusted, but several of us reached a consensus that we should take care of the ghost kid first. He was weak and young, and the ground was too cold. Lao Yang's health was not good, so he could not let them sleep on the floor.

Because I would twitch all over when I dreamed at night, after eleven o'clock, I quietly went outside the house and sat outside the door for a while. The dream came as scheduled, probably because I was very close to the evil god at this time, and the content of the dream also changed.

In my dream, the sky was already bright, and the entire village was shrouded in a thick fog, and the sun was not visible.

I was still sitting outside the door. When I looked up, I could see a huge tree standing in the mountains, with black air growing on the tree. I saw many people standing on the branches. Under the thick fog, the people on the tree became dark silhouettes. Although they were far away, I knew that when I looked at the tree, they were also looking at me.

A black shadow flashed through the path in front of me, and I knew it was the black dog that would appear in my dream every time, and ignored it.

After a while, the black dog really broke back. It stood less than three meters away from me, staring at me with his charcoal-like eyes, but never approached me.

"You're here."

Behind me, Liang Houzai's voice sounded. I turned around and saw a woman in a straw raincoat standing in the room, with a narrow and long bone-transparent nail nail on her forehead.

The moment I saw her, a severe headache appeared again, and I suddenly opened my eyes.

The village was silent. Above my head, the unbright moon and stars reflected the entire night.

I rubbed my temples and returned to the room.

The next morning, I simply cooked a few dishes. After eating them morning and evening, we were about to leave.

There was still a lot of rice left at home, and Liu Shangang and the others also got pickles. Guiwa didn't have to worry too much about his three meals a day. Despite this, Du Kang still asked Gai Dong to stay and take care of Guiwa. After all, he was just a child in his early eight years old. It was not a reassuring thing to leave him alone at home.

But that morning, Guiwa has been depressed since he got up and has no energy when eating. When they left the old house and walked towards the mountains in the north of the village, Guiwa rushed towards Lao Yang from the house. He held Lao Yang's arm and asked with a worried look: "Grandpa, when will you come back?"

Lao Yang rubbed Guiwa's hair and said with a smile: "Didn't you tell you last night? You'll be back in two days."

The ghost nodded, but the hands holding Lao Yang's arms still did not release them.

I think the ghost widow probably had a premonition that Lao Yang would be in danger. The grandparents and grandchildren have been dependent on each other for so many years. In some aspects, the two people's hearts are the same.

I squatted in front of the ghost kid and said to him: "Your grandpa will come back."

The ghost kid looked at me, then at Lao Yang, and he stretched out a small hand to me: "Look."

I also raised my hand and hooked Guiwa's little finger with my little finger: "Look."

The ghost kid let go of Lao Yang and grinned at me.

Mr. Zhang is right. Guiwa and I are indeed very destined to be together. If he trusts me, I will not let him down. No matter what, I will definitely bring Lao Yang back.

After saying goodbye to Guiwa and Gai Dong, we walked into the mountains along a small path in the village.

The mountains here are extremely lush with vegetation. The tall or short trees occupy the space on the mountain tightly, and the dense weeds cover the knees.

Mr. Zhang asked Lao Yang: "There are few people coming in the forest here usually, and the weeds are so high."

Lao Yang said: "The south of the village is the Chaiyuan. In the past, they were chopping wood to the mountains to the south. The land to the north was said to have been the hunting ground of the Tusi family in the past, and civilians could not enter. I heard from the old man in the past that hunters occasionally came in to hunt seventy or eighty years ago, but once, three or four hunters entered the forest and never came out again. Since then, the northern mountain has become deserted."

Du Kang asked Lao Yang: "I heard that you found the cliff last time because you lost your way in Beishan."

Lao Yang smiled: "That day I wanted to get some wild game for the ghost kid. He was growing up and there was not enough food at home. I learned to catch snakes from people when I was young, so I wanted to catch a snake back. But somehow I went deeper, the forest was big, and the sun set the mountain, so I got lost. Unexpectedly, I accidentally ran to the cliff."

Speaking of this, Lao Yang added: "There are many snakes on this mountain and many poisonous snakes, so be careful."

After walking for a while, I couldn't help but ask Lao Yang: "I always hear you say that the big cliff is a big cliff, what kind of place is the big cliff?"

Lao Yang said: "It's just a broken-headed cliff, with a knife on the neck of a person. Isn't it a 'big'? It's where the old chieftains executed the prisoners. It's said that there is a lot of resentment and no one dares to go there. And I heard from the older generation in the village that strange things happen in that place."

I said, "The last time you went to Dali was at night, right? Didn't there be any strange things?"

Lao Yang's face turned pale. After a long time, he said, "Why didn't it? That night, I always heard someone calling me my nickname, and that sound was like a ghost crying. Fortunately, when I arrived at the cliff, the sun was about to rise, and the sound disappeared when the sky was dawn. In fact, in this old forest, the most powerful one is not a ghost, a short mule. I was lucky, but I didn't meet it."

There are related records of short mules in "The Book of the Corpse", which says that short mules are actually a kind of mountain mandrill in Hunan and Guizhou. They have similar shapes to humans, but they are very small, have a big head, and their eyes will shine at night. Although this thing is small, its strength is amazing, and it moves very quickly in the mountains. It also knows some ecstasy techniques. If there are too many, it will be difficult to deal with.

Moreover, this thing is a group of people. Generally speaking, it will not appear alone, and it will be a large group as soon as it appears. The "Walking Corpses" also says that short mules hold special grudges, and anyone who provokes them will suffer extremely cruel revenge. If they face short mules, they must not be killed, but can only be shocked. If they are afraid of you, they will never appear in front of you for a second time.

Because short mules can communicate with yin and yang and evil spirits, some people also think they are slaves of mountain gods. It is said that during the Ming Dynasty, a Taoist priest with high magic power once raised a short mule. Later, this Taoist priest did not have a good end. I wonder if it was punished by God for raising short mules.

Lao Yang was obviously very afraid of the short mule. When he said these three words, his face became even more ugly.

As we went deeper, the forest was not as dense as when we first entered the mountain, and the weeds on the ground seemed to be sparse. Lao Yang's direction marks were the direction of time and the sun, so he could only distinguish the direction when he could see the sun.

I kept opening my eyes, and there was no abnormality in the first half of the road, but after noon, we had already reached the depths of the old forest. At this time, I had already felt a heavy yin energy. In the gap between trees, I could occasionally see some vague shadows.

They were wandering souls wandering in the forest. They were not aggressive, but when I saw them, they would also find me. Occasionally, some wandering souls would run to the vicinity to peek at us. However, I was holding a deshewn green steel sword in my hand, and there was a Fantian Seal on my waist. In addition, the evil spirits of the second master of Jia's body, these wandering souls dared not get too close to us.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the forest suddenly fog started. The fog became extremely rich at a very fast speed, and our visible distance was only about five meters.

Because of the appearance of fog, Lao Yang could no longer distinguish the direction.

Old Yang stopped and asked Mr. Zhang what to do. Mr. Zhang turned to me and said, "The fog is getting too sudden, something is wrong."

I nodded: "Something has come over."

In fact, when the fog just appeared, I felt that more than a dozen strange Qi fields were slowly approaching us. I had never seen such Qi fields in the past, sometimes yin and sometimes yang, and also had a heavy irritation, and there was a trace of demonic energy mixed in it.

I think we were probably targeted by the dwarf mules.
Chapter completed!