Photographed by Luopu Elf, the ghosts and sorrows of Mangshan.

Even in midsummer, on a bright and starry night, Mangshan still exudes a gloomy atmosphere, revealing evil charm and fear inside and outside.

From a distance, it looks like a blood-devouring demon god.

This mountain is not high, but it winds and long. Songshan Mountain comes from Long and passes through Shixia, reflecting the lower head, ending in the Yellow River. It can be said that the hinterland of Jiuzhou. Just this situation shows that this Mang Mountain is a rare Feng Shui treasure land. In fact, the tombs on this mountain can count for three days and three nights.

There is a poem that once said: There is little idle land on Beimang Mountain, and it is full of old tombs from Luoyang people.

There are four or five Gaoling in these old tombs, all of which are the Lords of the Yunhan Dynasty. According to records, there are as many as thousands of emperors, royal relatives and relatives of the royal family and ministers.

With too many graves, strange things are indispensable.

Therefore, the mountain guards who are cruising here have more or less courage, especially at night, otherwise they will feel that it is a ghost on their backs and dare not look back.

Lao Hua is such a brave person.

In the past, he was alone, holding a hunting dog and traveling through the mountains and forests, but today there was a young man around him. Seeing the young man trembling, Lao Hua was so angry that he was so angry that he thought about the blind arrangements above. When you came to a young man in the city, you looked scared and could you be the guardian of the mountain?

"Zhao Wazi." Lao Hua smoked a mouthful of dry tobacco and said, "It's not that I look down on you, this job is not something you can do. You young guy, what's wrong with you? You're going to suffer here? You're going to blow your body, and there's too much evil spirit in this place. If you get into some problems, I can't afford this responsibility."

Zhao Wazi was a little embarrassed and laughed dryly, saying, "Old painting, don't look down on me, who is not a master of courage? Do you dare say that you were not scared when you were young?"

Lao Hua said hello.

No answer.

He was really scared when he was young.

That was forty years ago?

His eyes flashed with a slight fear.

Those who do this, especially when there are a bunch of tombs on the mountain, have to uphold the belief of not believing in superstition, but forty years ago, what he saw subverted his cognition.

"Old painting, what are you thinking?" Zhao Wazi couldn't help asking.

Lao Hua made a clever move and drankly smoked the dry tobacco: "Nothing."

Zhao Wazi's eyes rolled and said, "Old painting, I heard that there is a large tomb deep in this mountain, full of treasures, and treasures that can bring people back to life. Isn't that true?"

"Nonsense."

The old painting scolded, "I actually heard nonsense outside."

"Tell me." Zhao Wazi felt that Lao Hua knew something, so he said hurriedly.

Lao Hua didn't want to mention it too much, but Zhao Wazi was very capable of tampering with others. After getting annoyed, Lao Hua had to sit on a stone. After smoking the dry tobacco, Zhao Wazi hurriedly took out a box of good cigarettes and handed it to her.

Lao Hua didn't care. After lit one, his eyes were filled with memories and said, "The first time there was a rumor in the tomb you mentioned was forty years ago. At that time, I was the guardian of the mountain here. It was rumored that there was a large tomb in the deepest part of this mountain, which was also a large tomb before Zhou."

"Really?" Zhao Wazi asked excitedly.

Lao Hua curled his lips and said, "Fake it."

After a pause, he said again: "Don't believe it, don't look for the empty tomb. That big tomb is a lie, it's really a harm. Forty years ago, I saw hundreds of people entering with my own eyes, but an old Taoist priest ran out alive and was still crazy, saying that it was the place where the Nine Yin He Demons were in. All the Yin Qi in the entire Mangshan gathered there, and there were zombies that drank human blood. Do you know what zombies were?"

"It's impossible." Zhao Wazi said incredulously, "I have never seen zombies when I travel all over the country. Those who have rumors are all false, and they are all means for some people to make money."

"snort."

I always painted a look of your little knowledge and took a deep breath of cigarette: "I've seen it the fuck."

"What?" Zhao Wazi glared at her eyes.

Lao Hua sighed, with a little fear in his eyes, and said, "It was a night forty years ago. I saw it when I was on duty at night. Do you know what that zombie looks like? It's skinny and black, like a mummy. I almost peeed my pants at that time and took a hunting rifle and shot it. Hey, it's like he hitting a steel plate."

"Really or not?" Zhao Wazi said unbelievably: "Are you confused?"

"What's the confusion?" Lao Hua curled his lips and suddenly pulled open his collar. Zhao Wazi looked over and took a breath, but found that there was a handprint on the old Hua's chest, which was deeply sunken, and the surroundings were full of necrotic muscles, which looked very terrifying.

"What did it happen?" Zhao Wazi asked tremblingly.

Lao Hua said: "It was a zombie, and it jumped three feet high. The eyes were like a wild wolf that had been hungry for seven days. I felt cold all over when I looked at it, as if I had fallen into hell. Finally, he pressed it here with a palm. Later, he lay in the hospital for more than a month before he could barely move, but the palm print had never been there."

"Where did the zombie go later?" Zhao Wazi asked.

Lao Hua smashed a puff of cigarettes and said, "I entered Mangshan. After I reacted, I made a lot of trouble. In addition, more than a hundred people were missing. At that time, many people were sent to investigate, but they found nothing and could not even find the body. The alive old Taoist priest was locked up in a mental hospital."

Zhao Wazi swallowed.

On this dark night, gusts of cold wind kept blowing, and I really felt terrifying.

At this time.

Suddenly, a sound rang behind the back.

Zhao Wazi was startled and jumped up.

Lao Hua glanced at it and found that it was a rabbit. He said dissatisfiedly: "What are you calling? A hare is so scared."

“No, no.”

Zhao Wazi looked straight behind Lao Hua and swallowed wildly: "Zombie, I saw the zombie."

"What?"

Lao Hua suddenly stood up, picked up the hunting rifle, glanced at his hunting dog, but found that the usually majestic hunting dog was crawling on the ground, trembling.

"Waste." Lao Hua cursed.

After looking over, my pupils suddenly shrank.

But when he saw a black shadow walking slowly not far away, he was wearing a long robe without any breath, just like a dead person. Zhao Wazi was trembling, Lao Hua was ruthless and shouted, "Hey, is it a human or a ghost?"

"people."

A hoarse voice rang.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and Zhao Wa cursed and said, "What black robe do you wear? Do you know if you know? Come here."

The black shadow walked in calmly.

Lao Hua was smoking a cigarette and said, "This is not the place you should come, hurry up and go down the mountain."

"But my life is gone, what should I do?" A hoarse voice rang out.

A gust of wind.
Chapter completed!