Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Zhang Xiaotong fell into the hole, and his eyes were dark.

But he knew there was someone in it, or something, to be precise.Because there are whispering voices coming from all directions here, like countless mosquitoes getting into the ears and buzzing, endlessly noisy.

Zhang Xiaotong limp into a ball on the ground, trembling, waiting for the mountain ghost to eat him.After lying on the ground for a while, nothing happened, but the content of the buzzing sound was slowly heard clearly.

"My lady is still waiting for me to go back. What should I do?"

"Hack him, hack him, hahaha!"

"Go home, I want to go home..."

"My lord, my lord, why?!?"

"Woooooooo..."

The voices of all kinds of people kept repeating their own words, and there was even a woman's tragic screams interspersed with it, which was very infiltrating.And these voices, without exception, are sad, painful, and desperate.

After Zhang Xiaotong heard it clearly, his scalp was numb, thinking about trying to run out by himself, he dragged himself to stand up, turned around and bumped into someone.Zhang Xiaotong screamed.Someone came to hold his shoulders to prevent him from falling.

The man's movements were gentle, and for some reason, Zhang Xiaotong, who couldn't see anything, unexpectedly calmed down.

"Brother Fuer? He asked tentatively."

The person who came took his hand away from Zhang Xiaotong's shoulder and waved forward, and the surrounding voices disappeared without a trace.Zhang Xiaotong didn't see his movement, but felt that his ears were much cleaner.He poked his hand forward, it was cold, and he stepped back a few steps with a jolt.

"Don't be afraid of me." The man spoke, he was a young man in his 20s, his voice was deep and magnetic, a little hoarse.It's just that the tone is slightly raised, and the tone has turned a few turns, giving people a feeling of not being serious.

"Who are you?" Zhang Xiaotong tensed all over.

The man asked back, "Who am I?"

Zhang Xiaotong shook his head to express how I knew, then thought that the other party could not see, so he said stiffly: "Don't you know who you are?"

The man laughed a few times in a strange way: "I really don't know who I am, I'm still waiting for you to tell me."'

Zhang Xiaotong only felt that this person was uncertain, so he pleaded softly: "I don't know who you are, but I'm going home, Mommy and Mommy will be worried." As he spoke, he tried to walk towards the bright place ahead Walk.

The man grasped his shoulder accurately in the dark, with astonishing strength.

"If you want to go out, you have to answer my three questions first." There was seriousness in his tone.

Zhang Xiaotong said cautiously, "Really?"

The man laughed in a low voice, like fine wine in a jar, extremely sweet: "Of course. As long as the answer is correct."

Zhang Xiaotong subconsciously forcibly ignored the latter sentence, otherwise he would be so scared that his mind would become a mess.

"What if the answer is wrong?"

"You stay and stay with them with me."

Zhang Xiaotong didn't dare to ask who they were.

The man asked the first question coldly: "Who are you?"

"I, I am Zhang Xiaotong." Zhang Xiaotong replied respectfully.

After the man heard the answer, he asked again, "Who is Ah Hua?"

Zhang Xiaotong was stunned, hesitated for a long time, fearing that he would be impatient, and said with difficulty: "A woman who... made a wish to the sacred tree?"

The man sneered: "He's not a woman."

Zhang Xiaotong was nervous.

The man changed his words: "But he did make a wish with me."

Seeing that he seemed to let go of his mistake, Zhang Xiaotong exhaled slowly the breath that was raised in his throat.

"One last question," the man stared straight at Zhang Xiaotong with complicated eyes, but Zhang Xiaotong still couldn't see it. At a loss.

"So, I want you to tell me," the man asked the last question slowly, "Who am I?"

There was a long silence between the two.

Zhang Xiaotong's mind was spinning rapidly.Just now he said that Ah Hua made a wish with him, so he is a sacred tree... He opened his mouth to answer, but then stayed where he was, shaking his head to himself.No, this banyan tree was covered in so much blood, combined with Mrs. Shen's story, he should be a mountain ghost.

But... Is it a sacred tree or a mountain ghost?Zhang Xiaotong was tangled.

[God tree?Isn't the sacred tree always there? 】In memory, Mrs. Shen’s appearance is already a little blurry, because he heard this story when he was seven years old, but now he still remembers every word she said, and I don’t know whether it’s because he regrets the incompleteness of the story, or because he Because, this story is important.

The sacred tree has always been there, but who is always in the story?

Zhang Xiaotong's inspiration gradually emerged.

It's a mountain ghost, this is a story about a mountain ghost.

Zhang Xiaotong couldn't help being happy.

It's a mountain ghost, and it's also a sacred tree!

The noise that had disappeared all around was faintly moving again.The man stood motionless in the dark, as if waiting for a very important answer,

"You are—" Zhang Xiaotong tried to speak, and raised his eyelids. He, who was used to the darkness, saw a slender shadow.

For some reason, Zhang Xiaotong changed his words suddenly: "Can you let me see you?"

The man was wary of this: "Why?"

"You don't let me see your appearance, how can I know who you are." Zhang Xiaotong stared at the looming shadow in front of him, and suppressed his voice softly.

"You are a child, how do you know me?" The man sneered.

"Then you still ask me." Zhang Xiaotong complained in a low voice, with a little grievance.

The man reached out and hugged the child.

Zhang Xiaotong felt cold all over his body, and a round thing leaned on his small shoulders, and the voice of that person rang in his ears: "Because when I see you, I am happy and sad at the same time. So I want to ask You, who am I?"