Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

The light of the painting boat is bright, the laughter is like silver bells, the melodious sound of silk bamboo and qin playing, the sweet and greasy fragrance brought by the wind, mixed with the dampness of the river water and the coolness of the night.

Originally a young man in a luxurious long-sleeved robe, half of his body was submerged in the water, behind him was a bustling scene, and in front of him was the boy he dragged out of the water.

The boy sat on the wet ground with his head bowed, shivering.

"Are you going to kill me?" The young man murmured, not hearing the young man's answer, and said to himself, "No, everyone else will catch me back, make pills, make eyes, or eat me..."

Wept as I spoke.

"But, I didn't do anything, why did you treat me like this?" The boy sobbed.

The young man climbed ashore and wrung out the water from his clothes. The dark red Liuyun embroidered gold shirt became a ball of pickles.He slapped the boy's head with his palm, and felt that the people under him were shaking more violently, he couldn't help grinning, and lifted the boy's head that wanted to kiss the ground.

"Little beggar, don't you recognize me?"

The man had straight eyebrows, a straight nose, and starry eyes. Even if he was drenched all over, he couldn't stop his majestic aura, but the tone of his speech was slightly teasing, which made him appear to be a coquettish man.

Of course you do, you bloody libertine.

My heart felt like it had been stabbed badly by a needle, and I just wanted to hug him tightly so that he wouldn't disappear.When I wanted to move, I realized that I couldn't move, and I couldn't speak. When I was flustered, dizziness struck, and the face of the young man in front of me became more and more distorted. Gradually heavy and suffocating, the young man opened and closed his mouth, but he could no longer hear what he said.

In the line of sight, darkness engulfed in mist, and all the beautiful scenes were swallowed up. Only a golden butterfly was seen flying forward tremblingly...

On the cold stone platform, in the dark basement, the fainted Zhang Xiaotong slowly opened his eyes, with a calmness that children did not have in his eyes.He got up and looked around, maybe Zhou Dongcao thought that he would never escape from this basement, so he left leisurely.

Zhang Xiaotong leaned over to look carefully at the half corpse that he had just crushed, pinched and touched, patted and patted, staring at his body in the previous life with an inquiring look, inexplicably weird.So he decided that ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, it would be better to burn the unused body.He dragged half of his body, threw it into the trough, lit the fire, burned the remaining ashes, then took off a sock, put the ashes in, wrapped them up, and stuffed them into his bosom.

After finishing all this, Zhang Xiaotong slowly turned around the stone platform, turned to one place, he lay down, reached a small groove inside with his hand, and pressed it, the stone platform made a clumsy sound, and a small opening was made when it rotated. Zhang Xiaotong leaned over and got in.

Zhang Xiaotong climbed forward for a while, and continued to climb up the gray brick road. When he climbed out of a cave, panting, he was already on the mountain behind the ancestral hall.With his heart beating violently, he passed through the wild grass and trees, pushed aside the drooping vines, and entered a cave.There was no such person inside.

Zhang Xiaotong was startled, and hurriedly took a shortcut back to the village. He turned into the village from the path, passed a house with a cat waist, and was thinking where to find someone, when he heard voices coming from the house——

"Chunniu and the others have caught the poultry-eating murderer!"

Zhang Xiaotong's footsteps faltered.

"Do you still remember the strange incident where Ji Shanya's bones were dug out a few days ago? That thing crawled out from there, it's scary!"

"What the hell is it? Can the village chief handle it?"

"I don't know. Who knows what Fu'er turned into when he came back..."

Zhang Xiaotong didn't know what to think of, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly asked loudly: "Where did the village chief take Fu'er?"

The two women in the room were taken aback by the person who appeared outside the window, recognized Zhang Xiaotong, and scolded him for being able to peep at such a young age.

"Tell me, where is it?" Zhang Xiaotong's eyes were sharp.

One of them was a little timid by his aura, reluctantly said: "At the entrance of the village..."

Zhang Xiaotong ran away.

After the two women recovered, they scolded him for having been slept by the old man, he was not clean, he might be sick.

Zhang Xiaotong didn't hear anything, just ran with his head down.He passed many houses, stepped on the weedy path, and ran towards his destination.

"Mu Shaohe...why don't you listen to me?"

Zhang Xiaotong gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, and now he could vaguely hear the screams from the village entrance.

After cursing, Zhang Xiaotong opened his lips lightly, and the three words softly scattered in the wind, which was full of melancholy and nostalgia.

"Mu Shaohe..."