dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Since ancient times, there are many ghosts in the deep mountains, so Hu Er, who entered the mountains alone, was very careful.

In the first few days, nothing happened. 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 quite fruitful.

One of the most precious is a "corpse ginseng" with a medicinal age of more than 20 years.

Although the corpse ginseng also bears the word ginseng, it is not a relative of the little Fascist family, but a fungus that grows on the coffin.

If the fungus is less than five years old, the cap is not formed, looks like a ball, the cap is not opened, and the color is gray, red and black.

The mushrooms are about five to 20 years old, and the colors are gray, red, black and other colors.

If the fungus is more than 20 years old, the mushroom cap is relatively hard, and some are as hard as wood.The color is darker, and the black one is about the same color as charcoal.

Although "corpse ginseng" is so filthy, it is good at curing Sha disease: what five pounds and seven wounds, once decocted and taken, will immediately disappear.

Its preciousness can be seen.

When Hu Er found the dead ginseng, there was a wooden sign beside it.

A line of words was crookedly engraved on the card, as if it had been forcibly dug out with fingernails.

"I give birth and I eat, and those who move me die."

The font was dark brown, resembling dried blood.

Seeing this, Hu Er, who has always been cautious, was not afraid, but relieved.

Because scaring their peers is a common method used by many "mountain guests", such as what we see now.

When encountering medicinal materials that are not old enough to pick and cannot be kept by the side all the time, they deliberately leave some scaring traces to scare away their colleagues.

When it is estimated that the time is almost up, I will come to collect medicine by myself.

This is also the reason why there are many strange legends when the elixir is born...

After Hu Er carefully picked the whole ginseng plant, he smiled and kicked down the "written certificate" set up by his "peer".

But just to be careful, stay away from the spot quickly.

In case the colleagues come by chance, some theory is unavoidable.

In this deep mountain and old forest, even if the other party killed him, no one would know!

But he didn't notice that when he turned to leave, a vague figure slowly "floated" out of the coffin, waving at him continuously...

Strange things happened that night:

Hu Er, who was sleeping by the campfire, only felt that it was getting colder and colder.

After waking up from the freeze, I realized that even though the bonfire was in full swing, ice crystals formed on my eyebrows beside me.

"This damn weather..."

While complaining, Hu Er picked up the shotgun and went to a distance to relieve himself.

Experienced old mountain travelers know that they cannot defecate near their campsite.

Firstly, it is unhygienic, and secondly, the smell will attract large beasts.

When he walked a hundred meters away, Hu Er suddenly found an unusually tall figure standing not far in front of him.

According to preliminary estimates, it is more than two meters high.

Dressed in white and white robe, it was very cold.

Hu Er suddenly became alert, and the hazy drowsiness immediately disappeared.

Pick up the shotgun and aim at each other, questioning loudly.

"What are you, friend in front, can you just say something?!"

"We are just poor people who went to the mountains to 'beg' for food. If we offended you unintentionally, we can make an apology!"

"If you're going with me and pretending to be a ghost to scare me, then don't blame us for shooting!!"

As soon as Hu Er finished speaking, the figure in front immediately let out a cold and hollow laugh.

At the same time as the laughter sounded, he himself was slowly floating backwards.

Seeing this, Hu Er's hair stood on end:

He realized that the "thing" in front of him was definitely not a colleague deliberately scaring him, but a real dirty thing!

The old mountain guest is absolutely courageous enough, but after all, he can't eat "this bowl of rice" if he is not courageous.

Without saying a word, he raised his gun and let go.

Amidst the loud bang, the tall figure was only 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, but only a big pale face!

"It's broken, I'm 'disgraced' (Note 1)!!"

Hu Er turned around and wanted to run, but found that he couldn't move at all, as if every joint was rusted to death.

Not to mention moving, he couldn't even open his mouth to call for help.

At the critical moment when "Shameless" stretched out his pale hand and grabbed Hu Er's neck bit by bit, a rag suddenly fell from the sky and blocked the person and ghost.

"Shameless" was taken aback when he saw the rag, and then screamed angrily.

"Ragged Cloth" didn't back down, instead, it entangled towards Shameless.

One ghost and one cloth wrestled together in such a weird way.

After a long time, the rag was no longer a shameless opponent and was torn to pieces.

The phantom of a little hedgehog was dragged out of the rag by Shaqin, and he grabbed the neck with one hand and held it in the air.

The little hedgehog struggled desperately to no avail, and looked at Hu Er with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, a childish voice sounded beside Hu Er's ear: "I'm sorry, I can't protect you anymore...you run!"

After the sound ended, Hu Er was surprised to find that he could move.

The old mountain guest knew that it was the little hedgehog in front of him who saved him, so he picked up the shotgun and hit the shameless head without saying a word.

But with no face, he just waved his hand lightly, and Hu Er felt dizzy.

Then he fell to the ground with a bang and passed out.

Before completely losing consciousness, he dimly saw the little hedgehog breaking away from the shameless ghost claws and fighting with it again...

Note 1, shameless:

A saying circulating in the northern land refers to a special kind of evil spirit.

People who walk at night are easy to meet, they are tall and faceless.