The spirit of Luopu registers, and the ghosts of Mang Mountain worry.
Even at the height of summer, but on nights when the moon is clear and the stars are sparse, Mang Mountain still has an eerie aura, leaking evil and fear inside and out.
From a distance, it looks like a blood-devouring demon god.
This mountain is not high, but winding and long ton, is the Song Mountain to the dragon and across the stone gorge far reflecting the head, stopping in the middle of the Yellow River, can be said to be the hinterland of Kyushu, this situation alone know this Mang Mountain is rare feng shui treasure, in fact, this mountain graves, can be counted for three days and three nights.
There is a poem that says: “There is very little free soil on Mount Mang, but all the old tombs of Luoyang people.
There are four or five of these old tombs, all of them of Yun Han’s world lords, and it is recorded that as many as a thousand emperors, royal relatives and ministers were buried here, plus va*sals and ministers.
With so many tombs, eccentricities are not uncommon.
So the mountain guardians who roam here have to be more or less courageous, especially at night, or else if the wind blows at random, they will feel like a ghost on their backs and dare not turn around.
Old Painting is such a bold man.
In the past, he was always alone, leading a hunting dog through the mountains and forests, but today there is a young man beside him, looking at the young man’s shivering appearance, the old painting is angry, thinking that the above blind arrangement, a young man from the city, you look at the scared look, how can he be capable of being a mountain guardian of Mt.
“Zhao wazi.” The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public. I can’t afford to take responsibility if you get sick in this place.”
He laughed dryly and said, “Old painting, don’t look down on me.
Old Painting gave a hey.
No reply.
He had been really scared when he was younger.
That was forty years ago, wasn’t it?
His eyes flickered with faint fear.
In this line of work, especially with the piles of graves on the hill, one had to hold a belief in non-superstition, but forty years ago he had seen something that turned his perceptions upside down.
“Old painting, what are you thinking about?” Zhao Wa Zi couldn’t help but ask.
Old Painting gave a wince and took a dry drag from his dry cigarette: “Nothing.”
Zhao Zi’s eyes twinkled and he said, “Old painting, I heard that there are big tombs deep in the Mang Mountain, full of treasures, and treasures that can bring people back to life, is that true?”
“Nonsense.”
The old painting scolded, “How dare you listen to the nonsense outside.”
“Tell me about it.” Zhao Wa Zi felt that the old painting knew something and was busy saying.
The old painting was reluctant to mention it, but Zhao Wazi’s ability to grind people down was not small, and when he got a bit tired of it, the old painting had to sit on a rock.
The old painting also does not care, after lighting one, his gaze is full of memories, said: “you say that the big tomb, the first time there is a rumor, is forty years ago, at that time I was here to guard the mountain, rumors of this Mang Mountain deepest, there is a big tomb, or Zhou before the big tomb.”
“Really?” Zhao Wa Zi asked with some excitement.
The old painting skimmed his lips and said, “False.”
Forty years ago I watched hundreds of people go in, but only one old Taoist priest came out alive, and he went crazy, saying that it was a place of nine evils, where all the yin energy of the entire Mang Mountain gathered, and that it was home to zombies that drank human blood. Do you know what a vampire is?”
“No way.” I’ve traveled all over the country, but I’ve never seen a zombie.
“Humph.”
The old painting looked like you had seen little and took a deep puff of his cigarette, “I’ve F*cking seen one.”
“What?” Zhao Wa Zi stared wide eyed.
The old painting sighed, with a bit of fear in his eyes, and said, “It was forty years ago at night, when I was on duty at night as usual, I saw it, do you know what the zombie looked like? I was so scared that I almost pissed my trousers, and when I shot it with the shotgun, hey, it was like hitting a steel plate.”
“Really?” Zhao Zi said incredulously, “Are you confused?”
“Lost in what?” The old painting bristled and suddenly ripped open the collar of his shirt, and when Zhao Zi looked over, he sucked in a breath of cold air, only to find that the old painting had a handprint on his chest, deeply sunken, surrounded by necrotic muscles, which looked horrible.
“How did you do that?” Zhao Wa Zi asked, shivering.
The old painting said, “The zombie shot it, a jump of three feet high, that eye is like a wild wolf hungry for seven days, I felt a chill all over my body at that time, like falling into hell, finally he was pressed here with a palm, later in the hospital for more than a month before barely able to move, but this palm mark, never went down.”
“And where did the zombie go afterwards?” Zhao Wa Zi asked.
The old painting smashed a mouthful of smoke and said, “Into the Mang Mountain, at that time I reacted up there, made quite a scene, in addition to more than a hundred mouths missing, at that time the top sent a lot of people to investigate, the results came to nothing, even the corpse could not be found, the old Taoist priest who was alive was put into the psychiatric hospital.”
Zhao Wa Zi gulped.
In this dark night, a gust of gloomy wind kept blowing, when it really felt scary.
At that moment.
Suddenly a loud noise sounded behind them.
Zhao Wa Zi was startled and jumped up.
The old painting took a look and found that it was a rabbit, and said discontentedly, “What are you shouting for? A wild rabbit is scaring you like this.”
“No, no.”
Zhao Wazi looked straight behind the old painting and gulped furiously, “A zombie, I saw a zombie.”
“What?”
Old Painting got up violently, copied his hunting rifle, and glanced at his hunting dog, only to find that the usually formidable hunting dog was now prostrate on the ground, trembling.
“Rubbish.” Old Painting cursed.
In looking over, his pupils suddenly plummeted for a moment.
But he saw a black shadow just a short distance away slowly walking past, he was wearing a long robe, without any breath, just like a dead man, Zhao Wa Zi was shivering, Old Painting’s heart was cruel and he shouted, “Hey, is it a man or a ghost?”
“Human.”
A hoarse voice rang out.
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and Zhao Wa cursed since, “Man what black robe are you wearing, scaring people to death do you know, come here.”
The black shadow walked in unhurriedly.
The old painting, on the other hand, was smoking a cigarette and said, “This is not the place for you to come, hurry up and go down the mountain.”
“But what will I do when my life is gone?” The hoarse voice rang out in degrees.
A gust of gloomy wind gusted.
The two men were only frightened and their hearts were in their throats.
