The light in the underground cellar was too dark, and the two small green lights disappeared in a flash.
My head felt hot, and I quickly jumped off the earthen kang without thinking too much, pushed aside the hanger hanging in front of me, and rushed to the one on the side of the wall.
In the gap, we saw "Huang Xiangu" who had slipped away from our hands, clinging to the wall with her two front grips, peeking through the gap and peering into the room.
Behind the partition wall is also a large room built underground.
However, there are no hanged people in this room.
Instead, there are a row of dead yellow skins hanging.
The legend of yellow skins exchanging lives with people has a long history.
It is said that Huang Pizi is an immortal, good at harming people and making them Unlucky, or charming, but its ability is limited.
Even if the old Huangpizi who has been practicing for hundreds of years becomes a spirit, it is not easy for the elves in the mountains to become a spirit, but this so-called "becoming a spirit" is just a matter of time.
Spirit, such as being able to understand human speech, or It imitates human form and behavior, but humans are born as humans, so even if the old yellow skin becomes a spirit, it is still much inferior to humans, the spirits of all things.
No matter how powerful it is, it cannot easily kill people.
If you want someone's life, then It is necessary to find a little yellow skin in the tribe to hang with this person.
Many people have heard of this kind of thing, but no one can tell the truth.
Maybe the yellow skin confuses people's minds through the special smell secreted by itself.
It produces a hypnotic effect on people.
Yanzi, who grew up in the mountains, knows these things best, followed by Fatty.
Fatty’s father once participated in the anti-bandit work in the Northeast before liberation.
He knows a lot about the legends in the deep mountains and old forests of the Northeast, and told him some.
The three of them I was the least knowledgeable among them.
I didn’t know much about Huang Pizi at that time, but I knew most of it when I saw “Huang Fairy Girl” lying behind the wall and sneaking around.
It was causing trouble.
I rushed over and caught it.
I picked up its hind legs and lifted it up to take a look.
I saw that the wire on its hind legs had not been broken and the words "Muggle" and "Muggle" were still stuck in its mouth.
"It is a wild plant that grows in the mountains.
It has an anesthetic effect on the tongue.
If you catch a wild animal and put a "muggle" in its mouth, it will not be able to scream, its mouth and tongue will be paralyzed, and it will not be able to open its mouth to bite.
The fat man behind me also followed in, and I handed "Huang Fairy" into his hands.
I couldn't let the little yellow skins escape this time.
I looked at the yellow skins hanging in the back room, and there happened to be seven of them.
The corpses of the three were still warm.
They had just died not long ago.
They must have been the three who wanted to trade their lives with us.
The corpses of the other four were all shriveled and hard.
I suddenly remembered something and looked back at the smart little eyes of the "Huang Fairy" in the fat man's hand.
Then I looked at the direction where we had just hanged ourselves.
I thought that at that time, Huang Pizi was obsessed with me and stretched his head to reach for the noose.
He was lucky enough to survive by blowing on the green will-o'-the-wisp in front of him and blowing it out. , now that I think about it, it’s not a will-o’-the-wisp at all, but Huangpizi’s eyes.
I blew them away for a blink of an eye, and then I broke the soul-obsessing spell.
I couldn’t let these thieving eyes open anymore, so I took out the rest.
I picked out a piece of the sticky bean bun and glued it on "Huang Xiangu"'s eyes, and then I felt at ease.
In the back room, everything is symmetrical to the front room.
There is also an earthen kang.
There is an ancient painting on top of the kang.
The paper has turned dark yellow and the color of the painting is blurry, but you can still make out the painting on it.
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A human figure wearing a woman's ancient clothes but with a yellow face, and the clay on the altar table in the temple The sculpture is exactly the same.
It seems that this is the portrait of Wong Tai Sin, but in the painting, there is a strange-shaped box beside the fairy's feet.
That part of the picture is particularly blurry and cannot be seen clearly.
Local legend says that Wong Tai Sin has Could it be that the box for carrying treasures in the mouth is the box in the painting?
The fat man and I didn’t hesitate at all at that time, and immediately rummaged through the boxes in the house to find it.
The underground cellar darkroom under the Wong Tai Sin Temple was intentionally designed to imitate a human living room, but its shape was very weird and there was an evil atmosphere everywhere.
For example, the whole room had a Divided into two, yet With completely symmetrical decorations, half of the wooden beams were hung with dead people and half with dead weasels.
All the things here were weird and unusual.
We really wanted to see what was in the box, so we had to bite the bullet and not go.
Ignore those.
But the inner and outer rooms under the cellar were such a big place, and we had already searched them all over before and after, and there were no boxes or boxes.
The fat man and I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
We heard the beams above our heads.
From time to time there were sounds of instigation.
We held up the oil lamp and looked up.
We saw that there were several criss-crossing wooden beams on the ceiling of the cellar.
There were big holes one after another on the dome.
I suddenly realized that judging from the direction and distance, the underground cellar that led down from Wong Tai Sin Temple was already below the big mound of Huangpizi Tomb.
The ones crawling around and making noise are all little yellow skins, and the cold wind in the underground cellar also pours in from the holes above.
I said to the fat man: "It seems that there must be something good in that box.
The four people hanging in the outer room probably wanted to come in to dig for treasures, but they fell into the trap of the yellow leather and died in vain.
Maybe they arrived I didn’t even understand what was going on.
Fortunately, we had caught the magician Huang Xiangu in advance and tortured her until she was only half alive.
I won't be killed by it.
I think if I don't take this opportunity to find the box and open it, wouldn't it be a waste of this great opportunity?
But there is also the worst possibility, that is, there are other people in the group.
My comrades, let the dead man go through the mine first, and then he has taken advantage of the fishermen and dug up the box, then we will be happy in vain. " The fat man said to me discouragedly: "What good things can be in the box guarded by the big and small yellow men?
Isn't it just a pile of chicken feathers and chicken bones?
Can we go through such trouble?
In my opinion, we can burn this damn place."
Go back and eat quickly.”
Yanzi had long wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, and also advised me: "I heard that there are things belonging to the mountain god hidden in that box.
If a mortal sees it, it will cause disaster.
Isn't it that even the Wong Tai Sin Temple was buried by a landslide?
What else are you looking for?
Let’s go back to the forest farm.”
I listened to the two of them nagging in my ears, but my mind kept spinning.
After they had almost finished speaking, I said to them: "You two, don't shake the morale of the army.
I remember what Yanzi said just now, the gold veins in the mountains They all belong to Wong Tai Sin's old Wong family.
I think the most likely thing in that box is gold, and" at this point, I looked around at the four walls, paused and then said, "and the four walls in this room are empty, so only the fire pit can hide it.
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