Chapter 1044: Tomb of Tusi King (3)

The dim light was like a bean, shining faintly in the darkness. The hand of the lantern holder was very steady. Even if they were walking on a mountain road, the light only shook slightly. The halo seemed to be substantial, and the surrounding darkness, which was so thick that it was almost a block, seemed to be eroded by the light, and reluctantly retreated outside the range of the light. But that kind of thick, unspeakable filthy malice was still hidden in the darkness, unscrupulously spying on this team walking in the mountains.

It seemed that anyone who left the range of the light would be swallowed by the darkness. It was too dark. People who grew up in the city could hardly imagine that the night would be so dark. There was no light, and even the outlines of the surrounding grass and trees could not be seen clearly. All they could see was a dark mass. The sky above was even more covered by clouds, and the stars and the moon were hidden, and it was dark and creepy. After only a quarter of an hour, the people in the team naturally changed their formation. It was no longer Yi Ling who led the way with a lantern. They followed behind. An Xuefeng, Miao Fangfei, Wan Xiangchun and Lu Shucheng went to the front, Yu Hehui and Wang Pengpai were on the left and right sides of Yi Ling, Wang Yushu, Tong Hege, Mao Xiaole and Bai Feibai were behind Yi Ling. Ten people surrounded Yi Ling in the middle and walked at a constant speed in the mountains. Everyone was within the range of the light'protection'.

Even so, Wang Yushu was already a little dazed. The cold wind passing by his ears, the uneven ground under his feet, and the rustling of leaves were all like terrifying demonic sounds, which made him feel scared. Countless horror legends ran wildly in his mind.

This made him unable to help but kick Mao Xiaole who was walking in front of him after a while, and kick Mao Xiaole after a while. Seeing him frowning and looking back, with a condemning look like killing him, Wang Yushu felt that he was not walking on the underworld ghost road leading to the underworld, and the people around him were not quietly replaced by zombies.

"Xiao Le, the mountain road is so difficult to walk on."

After kicking him for more than ten times, Mao Xiaole finally got fed up with him and turned away coldly. Wang Yushu had another trick up his sleeve. He lowered his voice and whispered miserably.

"Xiao Le, Xiao Le, my heel hurts."

"Alas, I should have taken the main road."

"Wow, Xiao Le, why don't you say anything? It's bad. Xiao Le won't be gone. Should I start a live broadcast? At least before I die, I will broadcast Xiao Le's transformation into a ghost. Even if I die, I will be a big anchor that the audience will remember forever."

"Xiao Le, goodbye, we'll see each other in the underworld--"

"Don't talk, Shu Ren, it's so embarrassing!"

Mao Xiaole was speechless. He knew that if he ignored Wang Yushu, he would be willful and annoying and keep making trouble. He opened his mouth and cursed in a low voice: "Take the main road, what main road. Your feet hurt after just a while, why don't you take a shortcut? And there are no lights on the other side of the main road. It's as dark as here, all the same."

Mao Xiaole rarely said so much, and his words were full of uncontrollable restlessness. The darkness around him made him nervous all the time. He was not a pure Taoist priest who was just cheating. He knew some real Taoist skills. He had a stronger sense of crisis than others, and now he was more anxious. His mind was thinking rapidly about how to escape if he really encountered danger.

He was not sure whether the few residual talismans handed down from his family would be useful for the dirty things in the dark. Once he decided to escape, the first thing he had to do was to grab the lamp in the guide's hand! But the other people in the team probably had the same plan as him, especially the captain An who claimed to be a bodyguard. He had a very long breath and was definitely a top player who had practiced Tongzi Kung since he was a child. He had been walking in the front until now, and his mentality was probably very stable.

In addition to him, Lu Shucheng and Tong Hege in the team also had strong breaths. They were all people with Kung Fu. It was really bad. The more Mao Xiaole thought about it, the more anxious he became. If something happened, how would he take Wang Yushu away? He and Wang Yushu had been partners in live broadcasts for two years. He knew that although Wang Yushu had good physical strength, he was just an ordinary person and didn't have much Kung Fu. What could he do if he really encountered danger?

Mao Xiaole's hidden worries were hidden in his increasingly impatient tone. He hoped that Wang Shuren could hear the problem, but Wang Shuren was really a pure fool who would make him angry!

"Wow, Xiaole, I knew you cared about me. Actually, my feet don't hurt that much!"

Wang Shuren said in an exaggerated surprise. He stepped on the point where Mao Xiaole burst out, lowered his voice and laughed: "Do you still remember that we climbed the Five Mountains in five days? The traffic of that series of videos was amazing. Thanks to your persistence, Xiaole, otherwise I might have given up when climbing Huashan. It was too-tiring."

"Idiot."

Mao Xiaole sneered at the words, and his frown loosened a little. It seems that Wang Yushu also saw their current situation clearly and defended him-the time they climbed Huashan, it was not that Wang Yushu was tired and wanted to give up, but that they encountered a ghost at the Huashan Changkong Plank Road.

The situation was very dangerous at that time. On the right was a mountain wall with chains nailed for people to hold on to, and on the left was a cliff of ten thousand feet. The plank road under the feet was so narrow that only one person could pass sideways, but on the plank road in front, there was a large mass of flesh and blood mixed with bones and bones that completely blocked the way. The flesh and blood squirmed and corroded the plank road, making a creaking sound that made people feel sour. The resentment was very deep. It should be the resentment of falling off the cliff from the long sky plank road in the past years.

At that critical moment, it was Mao Xiaole's ancestral remnant that helped him escape to heaven. Wang Yushu mentioned this matter at this time to secretly ask Mao Xiaole whether his remnant talisman would work in the current situation.

"This is not Huashan."

Mao Xiaole said solemnly, with a double meaning: "Let's go quickly. Don't fall behind when it's so dark. Let's rest when we go to the B&B."

There was no turning back. The suspicious local guide Yi Ling gave them two options. One was to take the main road to the Paper Horse Tower, which was mostly concrete. However, this road was more roundabout, about four or five kilometers long, and it would take more than an hour to reach the Paper Horse Tower.

Another option was to take a small road, through the mountains and forests, and take the small road that the locals were familiar with. It would take about half an hour to get there, and they could still catch up with dinner at the B&B.

In fact, normally, An Xuefeng and his friends didn't want to choose any mountain roads. It sounded dangerous, especially with such a weird guide leading the way, the risk factor was doubled.

However, when the guide led them into the forest park, everyone felt how ominous and terrifying the surging darkness around them was, and their mentality suddenly changed. Even if there were no lights on the main road at night, they could only rely on the weak light of the lamp in the guide's hand to dispel the darkness... The man called "Professor Yu" cautiously asked how long the guide's lamp would last.

Yi Ling smiled and said in a very gentle tone that the lamp would not go out until an hour later, but the special lamp oil in it would gradually weaken after half an hour.

"The White Tiger will bless the families who come to worship the mountain, but there is not much lamp oil stored here."

Yi Ling whispered: "The family will stay in the homestay for two nights, and the lamp oil must be left there, otherwise something dangerous will happen."

"Every family is very important. I hope that nothing will happen to the family before they really worship the holy mountain."

Really, although Yi Ling smiled with his eyes down when he spoke, he was very gentle and elegant, but he inexplicably had a playful and cold feeling, like a curse. Every time he heard him say "family", Wang Yushu's goose bumps came out one by one. Judging from the expressions of most people around him who couldn't help frowning, other people should feel the same way. I always feel that being called "family" by such a weird person, as long as I respond, it seems that I will be pulled into some dangerous and weird "family".

Even though Yi Ling then took out the list from his robe sleeve with a smile and called the roll by family like a regular tour group, the weird feeling still did not dissipate. No one dared to respond. Seeing that An Xuefeng, who looked very reliable in Family No. 1, raised his hand to respond, the others also followed suit and only raised their hands without saying anything.

Since the lamp oil was limited, they could only choose the small road in the end. No one dared to gamble on the consequences of the lamp oil going out, and they were even unwilling to experience the "lamp oil effect weakening". Even the seemingly thorny Lu Shucheng did not say much, just wanted to get to the B&B as soon as possible.

The team was full of young people, and they all looked good. Even the most gentle Professor Yu seemed to be exercising regularly. The speed should have been much faster than it was now.

The problem was still with the guide Yi Ling. He had been walking at a steady speed, and the speed of the people around him could not affect him at all. On the contrary, the people in front would leave the team if they walked too fast, and they had to turn around to find him, which slowed down their overall speed.

Wan Xiangchun just quietly looked at the navigation, his expression solemn. They were still a full 1.5 kilometers away from the Paper Horse Tower, but they had walked for fifteen minutes, and there was only a quarter of an hour left before the half-hour limit. The host and the Taoist priest whispered in the back, and the atmosphere in the team became more and more tense and depressing. At this time, someone finally spoke up and tried to talk to Yi Ling.

"Guide... How should we call you?"

Miao Fangfei was the first to break the deadlock and boldly talked to Yi Ling. In the dark, she clenched her fist nervously. This move was actually very risky, because when she just walked on this mountain road, Wang Pengpai smiled and wanted to talk to Yi Ling, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Yi Ling smiling and raised his finger and shushed. At that time, everyone was shocked, and Miao Fangfei also imagined a lot, thinking that it might be a rule not to talk when walking on this road, otherwise it would attract the attention of some other terrible existence.

But until now, she has been observing the surroundings, and at the same time letting the golden silkworm Gu in her arms sense the surroundings, and she thinks there should be no rule that cannot talk-maybe it was just dangerous at the intersection, but it is okay now? Anyway, Miao Fangfei mustered up the courage to take this step. She couldn't keep going at the current speed. The light in Yi Ling's hand seemed to be a little dim!

"Just call me Ling."

Fortunately, Yi Ling didn't shush her again, but smiled and replied: "The family has finally recovered, it's great. I should have introduced Zhangjiajie Forest Park to everyone along the way, but I saw that everyone was too tired to speak, so I decided to let everyone rest for a while."

Miao Fangfei: "Ah??"

What do you mean by too tired to speak? No, didn't you shush everyone at the beginning to ask them not to talk? ?

"Director Ling, we are all very strong and not tired."

Wang Pengpai took the opportunity to ask the question that everyone was wondering: "I wanted to talk to you about folk customs before, but you shushed me at that time. I thought it was a special rule that we couldn't talk, right?"

"No, it's not a rule."

Yiling smiled and looked at him: "Mr. Wang, you just smoked before. Sorry, I can't stand the smell of smoke, so when you opened your mouth, I could only 'shush'."

While speaking, Yiling pretended to raise his hand to cover his nose, showing a little disgust, but as if joking with a good friend: "Practice is to tolerate each other. Mr. Wang and everyone are willing to tolerate me. They are really generous people."

Ah? ? Was it because he had smoke in his mouth at the beginning? ?

"Uh."

Wang Pengpai was so choked that he couldn't speak. He only felt that his fists were hard. Wang Yushu in the back couldn't help but feel dumbstruck, "Help, this guide must have done it on purpose. Why is he so evil and ill-intentioned?"

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