Chapter 22 Life Branch

The night is vast, walking in the dark and narrow mountain stream, and the mood becomes depressed like this mountain stream. From time to time, drops of water drip to the bottom of the stream, and the sound is ethereal, and even the sound of breathing will be amplified countless times, transmitted to the top of the stream and then back to the ear.

I was worried. I heard that passing through the ghost stock is the seven unique ditch. As the name implies, there are seven unique ditches. It is easy to walk through. If you want to go out safely, it is a little difficult.

Pity, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, desire, I don't know what it's like to walk in it, but it's scary just to hear the name.

I suddenly remembered the wronged ghost I saw in the ghost. If it was really the soul of the body, how could the color of the clothes be different? Do the dead know how to wear it well?

The more I think about it, the more shocked I am. Isn't it that people can also become buried animals? How can they not be afraid of loyal souls and nirvana? I didn't think much about it, the mountain stream had reached its head, and the ravines in front of it were vertical and horizontal. Except for the loess blocks, there were only a few mummified corpses left on the ground. When the strong wind blew, the clothes of the dead people shouted.

It didn't look dangerous, but subconsciously told me that I couldn't be careless. I slowly moved forward, and the wind was tight, hovering in countless ravines and potholes, like a wolf crying. Looking at the snow peak in the distance and then looking at the loess under your feet, it's really amazing!

I wanted to see the road, but my eyes were fascinated by the wind and sand. Occasionally, a few clusters of cold snow were blown, and they were about to melt on the ground, which was not desolate.

The mountain is separated by two dangers. I heard that this place is also Pu Wanlong's cemetery. I don't know feng shui, but it's uncomfortable to look at it. No wonder that Wanlong Shouzhuang's business is not good.

I covered my eyes with my cuffs to prevent sand from blowing into my eyes, and walked forward numbly. I really don't know how the guys of Wanlong Shouzhuang walked over.

At this moment, I just hope that it will be brighter and the wind will stop soon. But contrary to expectations, the wind is blowing stronger and stronger, blowing on the face like a needle. Sometimes if you don't pay attention, stepping into the pit is a stag.

My physical strength gradually became a little weak, and my eyes were a little swollen. I don't know how far I went. I only remember that I had rested a few times. I sat on the ground and rubbed my sore thighs, but I never had the idea of giving up. I just wanted to go to the Longling quickly.

Xuanqing said that his relationship with him was that he didn't see him for a day. Is Man Shuang also my relationship?

I stood up with difficulty, squinted, and found that there was a grass house not far ahead, standing there abruptly. Although it was a little broken, it could at least avoid the wind.

I was overjoyed. It seemed that there was no way out. I ran near the grass house against the strong wind and saw that the windows of the grass house were nailed with wide wooden boards, which looked very gloomy.

I was beating in my heart. This is no longer a temporary place to store the body. I tried to open the door with my hand, but the door was unlocked and opened in response.

But with the sound of the opening of the wooden door, there was also a burst of whispers, which made my scalp numb. How could there be ghosts and gods here in this place?

I looked at the deserted field, gave up the idea of moving forward, and walked in, but I was afraid that something scary would pop up again.

I took a breath and took out the loyal soul. If there was any ghost, I would give it to him first, but before I walked in, I heard footsteps in it.

I leaned into half of my body and saw that the grass house was separated. The door was the kitchen, and there was a door inside. There were as many pots and pans in the kitchen. Is it possible that there were still people living here?

I saw that there was a silky light in the inner room through the crack of the door, and then I was relieved. Maybe someone really lived here. I wrapped my loyal soul into my arms, walked into the room and reached out to open the door of the inner room.

But if there was really someone in it, I was afraid of being a little reckless when I suddenly broke in, so I shouted, "Is there anyone?"

No one answered. I only heard a woman's cry and a man's scolding. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I was shocked. I didn't encounter smuggling.

"Is it a ghost or a soldier? If you have something to discuss, I'll go back with you at worst!" Suddenly, a man's voice came from the room.

I didn't answer. I pushed the door and entered the room. There were four or five ragged women standing in the corner of the bed. There was a five-three-thick man standing on the ground. When he saw me, he was stunned first and curled his lips and said to me, "I thought who it was? Where did the kid come from? He wandered in the middle of the middle of the night!"

"I'm lost. I don't know where it is. It's too windy outside. Avoid it here." I whispered to the man.

After hearing this, the man was stunned, looked at me up and down and said to me, "Child, avoid walking, just rest and leave. This is not a good place!"

After listening, I nodded, sat on the edge of the kang and made a fire while chatting with the man. It turned out that he was invited to visit the tomb of Wanlong Shouzhuang. When he was brought here, he was blindfolded and didn't know where it was. Occasionally, someone sent some food.

He said that he would be sent back in a year, and the women on the kang fled from the north. He wanted to persuade them to go back, but he didn't understand the language, so he had to let them stay here for a night and send them away tomorrow morning. However, there are often evil beasts in the seven ditch, and even he himself dares not walk around for fear of being taken out by the evil beasts.

I asked him if there was any evil beast, but he just shook his head and didn't say anything. He didn't know where to find a double broken quilt and asked me to stay first and wait until dawn.

I lay on the cold bed and listened to the wind outside the window. I was not sleepy. I saw the man snoring loudly, and those * women also slept soundly. Although they knew that there might be a dead end ahead, they did not stop on the road for their dreams.

I have always had some scruples about the beast that the man said. It's okay in the room. If I walk halfway tomorrow and suddenly come out, I don't know how to die.

Life and death are unknown now. I don't know if his gossip has taken up his life. While thinking nonsense, I don't know when there was no bad sound outside, and the man stopped snoring. At night, the quiet seven ditches were quiet.

'Dang' was about to fall asleep, but I heard the sound of beating the gong outside. I was shocked. In the middle of the night, who would hit the gong in the seven ditch and pushed the man sideways to ask what was going on, but he was like a dead pig, motionless.

I lay on the kang and listened to the sound of gongs getting closer and closer, and my heart tightened. Could it be that I had attracted some ghosts and brought them to these seven ditches? I have Nirvana to protect myself, and I won't worry about my life, but I'm not sure about these people.

As time passed, the sound of gongs was getting closer and closer. It stopped abruptly around the grasshouse, and there was another sound of laughter. I heard a footstep slowly approaching the door of the house. I pulled out my loyal soul. If there was really any ghost, I would fight with it.

The door opened, and in the dark, I saw an old lady with a dusty face, holding an iron basin and a wooden stick in her hand, smiling and walking towards the kang.

I swallowed my saliva and didn't know if it was a ghost. I saw it walk to the kang, smiled, drew a circle on a woman's head with the wooden stick, tapped it on the forehead, and knocked the wooden stick into the iron basin. The woman's head was biased, and she didn't know whether it was dead or alive.

It suddenly occurred to me that this may be what the soul woman said in the Book of Heaven. This soul woman is transformed by the resentment of many people who died in the extremely evil land of feng shui. The wooden stick in her hand is called the 'life branch', and the iron basin is called the 'yin basin', and these two things are used to capture the soul of the sleeper.

I saw it drawing circles back and forth on the heads of those women. A little in the basin, the women's heads were relieved and there was no movement. It hooked the souls of those women and was about to walk towards me. Unexpectedly, it directly crossed the gravekeeper sleeping in front of me and came towards me with a gloomy smile.