The rivers and lakes ask the heart but not the way

Suddenly, a tragic howl came from a distance, piercing the night sky, so sharp and frightening that people couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, a ghost or a beast. The flock of birds flew up in fright and panicked in the hideous tree shadows Flapping their wings, they competed to make even more terrifying calls.The night is full of ghostly shadows, and in the vast blackness, there is a kind of suffocating creepiness.

"Go, go and have a look!" Before Wu Shuangzi could finish his sentence, he had already chased in the direction of the voice.The Seventeenth Young Master followed closely, and even he, a Nightstalker, felt secretly apprehensive.

They hurried two or three miles and found a village ahead.

This is a weird village.

The whole village was pitch black, without a single lamp. It was as quiet as a dead thing, not even a barking dog could be heard, and even the wind seemed to have stopped.Every house in the village is surrounded by very high and solid white walls, forming a circle on all sides, locking the house inside like a deep well, so that the sun cannot be seen.What's even more weird is that every household uses wooden strips to nail the windows firmly, as if the owner of the house is extremely afraid of things from the outside coming in.From a distance, it doesn't look like rooms, but rather like tombs of the living dead.There are no decent roads in the village, and they are all connected by narrow paths between the high walls. These paths are strange to say the least, three out of five are dead ends, walking in them nervously, and sometimes it is a dead end, like walking in a terrifying place. In the maze of despair.The high walls on both sides, the upper half was beaten pale by the moonlight, and the lower half was swallowed into endless darkness, towering and oppressive, as if they were about to fall down at any time to bury passers-by alive.Standing in the alleyway, one can only see a narrow line of sky, with one's head down, one foot deep and one shallow, one can't walk fast, and in the long and narrow darkness behind him, there is always something that follows one's body like a shadow. Shocked.

There is a big pond in front of the village. The black water is lifeless under the night, like a bottomless black hole, ready to swallow all living things at any time.On the edge of the pond was an old barkless tree, dead but not stiff. There were bright red ribbons hanging on the dark trunk, and bright yellow evil-suppressing charms were plastered around it. It seemed that someone had tried to use this magic circle to suppress The evil in the village.The dead wood distorted its old face due to pain, and poked the dead branch towards the sky with its teeth and claws, as if it was complaining about a tragedy that happened here.

On the other side of the pond is a graveyard.Nearly half of them were new graves.

The old dead tree separates the tomb from the village. I don’t know whether it is to suppress the evil spirits in the village, or to suppress the sneakiness on the tomb, or to suppress the secret of the pond.

Everything here made Wu Gezi feel very uncomfortable, and there were waves of chills in his heart.He glanced at the Seventeenth Young Master beside him. His face was pale and his lips were a little pale.Is it my own illusion?Why did he feel that Seventeenth Young Master seemed to be afraid of something.

Wu Shuangzi put his palm on Seventeen Young Master's back lightly, and asked with concern: "Ruoyu, are you alright?"

I don't know whether it was his "Ruoyu" that brought back the thoughts of the Seventeenth Young Master, or the temperature on his palm stabilized the Seventeenth Young Master's mood. The Seventeenth Young Master took a deep breath and smiled: "It's okay, I just remembered something. Unpleasant memory."

Wu Shuangzi said: "If you feel uncomfortable, we will go back first and come back during the day."

"Let's go check it out first, anyway, with you here, it will be safe." If the world's number one sword is not safe around, then there is no safe place in the world.

The corner of Wu Shuangzi's mouth raised, this trust made him feel warm in his heart, and said, "You follow me, pay attention to your back."

"That depends on whether you can catch me or not." Seventeenth Young Master took a step ahead, turned over and sprinted up the high wall, and did not forget to turn his head and wink at Wu Shuangzi.

Under the black night, the stars glowed coldly like nails. The two of them were running quickly on the wall. One was agile and light, and the other had strong inner strength. Long straight walls are not as fast as Gemini.The two of them walked around lightly, running ahead of each other, seeming to be chasing after each other, but in fact there was a tacit understanding: wherever they ran, they should pay attention to the blind spots that the other could not see.One looks forward, and the other listens behind; one checks the terrain, and the other stares into the house; one hesitates, and the other slows down accordingly.After running around like this, I also have a general understanding of the structure of the village.

Wu Shuangzi felt that the Seventeenth Young Master's internal energy was empty, but his lightness kung fu was comparable to his own, and he was very surprised.I have learned from a famous and authentic sect, and use qi to nourish kung fu, whether it is boxing, swordsmanship or light work, after infusing true qi, I can master everything: the qi in the waist and palm can be transformed into strength, and the qi in the sword can be transformed into speed If the breath is on the soles of the feet, the body can be as light as a swallow.So light work is not difficult for him.But the Seventeenth Young Master is different, his dantian is weak and lacks energy, and he relies entirely on his body's strength and agility to support him. This kind of exercise is very easy to get injured.Wu Shuangzi couldn't imagine how harsh and cruel training the Seventeenth Young Master had to go through to achieve today's skill.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

"What do you think the layout of the village looks like?" Seventeenth Young Master asked him.

"Like gossip."

A dark cloud covered the moonlight, and a woman's weeping came from the deep well-like room, mournful and mournful, like complaining.The cries floated in the darkness like filaments, making the liver tremble.As if infected, the woman's soft cries were faintly heard from several different places in the village.

Could this be the ghost in the village?

The two fell silently into the courtyard, broke the window paper, and looked in through the gaps in the wooden bars.It's a pity that the night is too dark, and there are no lights inside, so we can't see anything.

It just so happened that the moon came out of the dark clouds, and with this rare moment of light, the two saw a fleeting scene: a woman with disheveled hair hugging a man's clothes, her face was buried in the clothes and she was crying, her shoulders were shaking. live.

It's more pitiful than horrible.

The Seventeenth Young Master was about to go into the house to find out what happened, but Wu Shuangzi grabbed him and said in a low voice: "At midnight, there is only one woman in the room, so it might not be convenient for us two big men to go in, so it's better to come here openly during the day. "

Seventeenth Young Master looked at him amusedly, of course it was fun at night!What's the point of being serious during the day, so many romantic affairs only happen at night!However, although I am eight to nine points sure that I can handle this woman, it is hard to say if there is an upright Wu Gezi beside me.Forget it, tomorrow will be tomorrow.

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Early the next morning, when the bell of Cheng'en Temple rang, they were just returning in the early morning light. Unknown broken flowers were blooming on the road, and the singing of birds was already very lively.

The two of them told Tie Guanzi exactly what happened last night.

Tie Guanzi rubbed his head, aggressively surprised.

Just a little monk came in to deliver the vegetarian food, and the Seventeenth Young Master asked, "Little Master, what is the name of the village in the northwest?"

"The benefactor is asking about the one with a big pond in front of the village and an old dead tree?"

"Exactly."

"Then I can't go!" said the little monk fearfully, "This village used to be Gulongzhong, but now it's called Zhuge Village."

No wonder the whole village looks like a gossip map.The Seventeenth Young Master continued to ask, "Why can't I go?"

"The village is haunted! A lot of people have died recently. It's so evil that we dare not even go there for alms!"

When the little monk left, Wu Shuangzi looked at Tie Guanzi: "Junior Brother, what do you think?"

"Although this village is weird, ghost hunting is something monks and priests do, and we don't know how to do it. Besides, this journey is slow. If there is any delay, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up with the hero meeting."

As for why they walked slowly all the way, Wu Shuangzi and Seventeenth Young Master knew it well, but at this moment, they had no choice but to pretend that they didn't understand.

Wu Shuangzi looked at Seventeenth Young Master again: "Ruoyu, what do you think?"

"I'm not in a hurry to go to Xiangyang. I'm very interested in gossip, tombs, etc. I want to stay and find out."

Wu Shuangzi thought for a while, and said: "This place is very close to Xiangyang, and it has only been haunted recently, so there must be something strange about it. Brother, you can't miss the day of the hero meeting. You go to Xiangyang first, and tell Master Miaozang what happened here. I'll 'catch ghosts' with Ruoyu here, and come back a few days later."