Jianghuke

Chi Heting looked at him in surprise.

Gu Miao raised her eyelids and said, "What are you looking at?"

"It's a bit surprising that you're talking about ghosts and gods so seriously." Chi Heting raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I thought you didn't believe this."

"I didn't say I believed it, nor did I not believe it." Gu Miao said, "It's just that the world thinks so, so I say so."

After only a moment of daze, Gu Miao walked to the front.Chi Heting beat the horse lightly to catch up, reined in the reins, and walked side by side with him again, casually said: "What is this? Do you mean what others say?"

"Why not?"

"Sometimes I will be deceived and miss a lot of things." Chi Heting turned his head to look at him, rolled his eyes, and smiled, "For example this one."

"Me?" Gu Miao was slightly stunned, looking ahead, and said calmly, "Seeing is not necessarily true, and rumors are too true. We have only known each other for how long, and you dare to say that it is just saying what others say?"

"I don't dare to say it, it's just—"

After Chi Heting finished speaking with a smile, he patted his horse and arrived at the corner at the end of the long street in a blink of an eye.

A wind blew up on the street for no reason, lifted a corner of Gu Miao's veil and veil, and brought the second half of the sentence to his ears: "It's just the ruler in the eyes of the world, how can it measure the right and wrong in my heart. Favoritism Whether you like it or hate it, it’s all up to me.”

West of Lanhuai Town.

The low hillside in front is lush and green in the south, but bare in the north. As the passers-by said, it is very strange and conspicuous.

Chi Heting reined in his horse, turned over and jumped off, turned around and said: "It seems that we have arrived."

"The plants are all dead in the shade." Gu Miao casually tied the reins to the tree, glanced twice, and guessed, "Is it poison?"

"It's poison. If the red butterfly kills someone, it must be a black witch. If you don't bring some poison to make it more realistic, how can you justify yourself?" Chi Heting took out two square scarves from his arms and threw one to him, "Mongolian On. There are two kinds of hauntings, one is someone pretending to be a ghost, and the other is inhaling residual poison and falling into hallucinations. I prefer the latter."

Holding the scarf, Gu Miao couldn't help but wonder whether Chi's memory was not very good, and reminded him, "I'm not afraid of poison."

Chi Heting paused while putting on the scarf, and said, "I forgot. How about you tie it on your head?"

Gu Miao: "..."

In the end, Gu Meiren put it on with dignity.

The vegetation is withered, and the entire low slope is covered with a faint stench. A huge old pagoda tree stands far away on the top of the slope, with jagged branches, and strips of dried intestines hanging from it sway in the wind, and rotting flies swarm around it. Humming and flying around, it is very unappetizing.

The two stepped on the wet and soft black soil, walking up with one foot deep and the other shallow. Every time they lifted their feet, there was a light "click", but there was no other sound.

This dead and low slope is really a bit intrusive.

Chi Heting looked left and right, pulled down Gu Miao's sleeve, pointed to the locust tree on the top of the slope, and said without words: "There are low hills around here, so they chose the one with the locust tree. Gu Sanshui, guess why?"

"Why?"

"Wooden ghosts are locust trees, and locust trees are ghost trees, which belong to yin. People have many taboos about this tree, and it is most suitable for haunting and scaring people."

"Yeah." Gu Miao suddenly stopped and asked, "Ah Chi, are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Of course I'm not afraid. Hey, this place looks like a mass grave, the smell of dead people is everywhere, bad luck." Chi Heting walked a few more steps, looked back at Gu Miao who was standing there motionless, and said strangely, "Why don't you leave?"

Gu Miao's face turned pale.

"I can't move." He stared into Chi Heting's eyes and said softly, "Something grabbed my ankle."

In an instant, the hairs stood on end, and the cold air rushed straight to the sky.

Chi Heting swallowed his saliva, collected himself, slowly stretched out his hand, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll pull you here."

Gu Miao didn't grab his hand immediately, but just looked at it quietly for a while, and said, "This low slope is weird, you still have time to leave now."

While talking, Chi Heting had already leaned over, grabbed his wrist and pulled it into his arms, saying: "Young mother-in-law, where does the ghost come from in the blue sky and the day, even if it is a ghost, it will go back to the underworld to reincarnate...Ghost ah ah Ahhh!!!!"

Gu Miao's ears were almost deafened by him.

He flung himself into Chi Heting's arms, the confinement on his ankles did not disappear, instead he pulled out carrots and mud, and brought out something from under the soft black soil.It was this kind of thing that caused Chi Heting to cry, howl, howl, and scream, hugging himself tightly and refusing to let go.

"Shut up." Gu Meiren said coldly, "Do you have a knife?"

"Gu Sanshui, don't be impulsive! It's not worth breaking a man's wrist for something like this..."

"A strong man breaks his arm?" Gu Miao laughed, and said coldly, "I only know that if you don't let go, your arm will be broken."

Chi Heting reluctantly raised his head from his neck, carefully glanced at that thing, and quickly closed his eyes again: "It's so ugly."

It's really ugly.

It was a mummy buried in the soil, with withered and yellow hair, deep black eye sockets, a thin layer of skin clinging to the bones, and loose clothes on the skeleton, empty, exuding the rotten smell of mud.

Gu Miao borrowed a scimitar from him, cut off the hand grasping the ankle neatly, and threw it back to him.

Some yellow-brown liquid flowed out from the fracture of the mummy's bone, stuck to the knife body, and dripped into the soil.Chi Heting held his scimitar in distaste, and said, "You don't have a sword, why do you ask me to borrow it?"

Gu Miao said confidently, "Dirty."

Chi Heting: "?"

He reached out and tore off the scarf on Gu Miao's face, wiped the knife, and put the knife back into the sheath.The movements were so smooth and smooth that Gu Miao didn't even have time to react, the scarf had already been ruined.

Gu Miao: "..."

He glanced at the scarf on Chi Heting's face, as if he wanted to grab it very much, after a long silence, he spread his hands and said, "Pay me."

"What do you pay for?" Chi Heting said blankly, "This square scarf was originally mine."

"You gave it to me before."

Chi turned over and over again and still couldn't remember when he said half of the word "send", but the ghostly place right now is obviously not suitable for bickering.He said helplessly: "Okay, I'll buy you ten or eight when I go back, and let's talk about the business first. This mummy is dead at first glance, why did it suddenly appear to arrest you? Someone made a trap on the mummy to scare people?"

This also makes sense, why the people in Lanhuai Town avoid Aipo.One foot and one fraudulent corpse, who can stand it.

Gu Miao thought about it for a while, and said: "There is no mechanism, I stepped on him first, and then his ankle was grabbed."

Chi Heting: "...you're even scarier when you say that."

Gu Miao picked up a branch, turned the mummy over, poked it a few times seemingly randomly, and reaffirmed: "There is no mechanism."

Chi Heting was stunned.

He also tried to poke the places where Gu Miao had poked with a branch. They were dry and hard, and he couldn't tell whether there was a trap at all, unless he cut it open with a knife and couldn't help but say: "You are very good at traps. familiar?"

"Not too familiar." Gu Miao lowered her eyes, looking a little cold, "I know a little bit."

Chi Heting closed his mouth knowingly.

The two searched around the place where the mummy was unearthed, but they didn't find any traps around them, so they continued to move towards the old locust tree on the top of the slope.

After being quiet for less than half an hour, Chi Heting started chattering again, one after another, Gu Sanshui, chattering endlessly, so noisy that Gu Miao had to stop and asked, "Ah Chi, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Chi Heting: "..."

Chi Heting: "Nonsense, I'm dignified... how can I be afraid of ghosts! It's just that it's too quiet here. If I don't say a few words to you, I always feel that I will be the only one left after a while."

"Then do you believe in ghosts and gods?"

Chi Heting opened his mouth, and was about to make up something to fool him, but he was caught by the sharp eyes, as if he couldn't hide anything.

He rolled his toes uncomfortably, and said honestly, "Trust."

If you die once, you have to believe it or not.If one day they are unlucky and come across black and white impermanence, they may not be able to catch him, a dead soul who has missed reincarnation, and be directly detained and reincarnated.

To be honest, he was a little scared.

After all, the taste of death is too lonely, vast and dark, alone.

"... leading you away."

Chi Heting didn't hear clearly, looked up at Gu Miao, and said, "What did you say?"

"I said," Gu Miao reached out and grabbed some of his sleeves, and said seriously, "If you're afraid of ghosts, I'll lead you away."