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    In the seventies, Jilin University has published a book, the book is called “the world of fungi science”, this book because the sales are not good so only printed the front page, in the book of the 142nd page, above the form of topography recorded a strange fungus, that thing is the old face of the yellow cypress, in the Guangxi 100,000 mountains, folk rumor is that it is the invocation of souls with.

    Recruitment of souls this kind of folk taboo type of thing, the benevolent see benevolence, although I am not a professional Taoist priest mage, but I have witnessed some things, these later have the opportunity to tell you again.

    That being said, the moment Boss Sun opened his mouth, he said the word invocation, plus the fact that he was in the grave right now, anyone who heard that would have a hairy heart, and naturally, a mole was the same.

    A mole took two steps back and glared at Boss Sun: “Boss can you say something auspicious without looking at where you are now.”

    With that said, several people stayed away from these fungi on wood.

    At that time, I was a little strange in my heart, this tomb began to emit is the nanmu fragrance, can be made by the Western Zhou craftsmen into a yellow intestines title to the wood of the mountain, obviously cypress, cypress is the reason why a thousand years does not rot, one because of the wood itself has a certain degree of anticorrosion, the second is the kind of antiseptic layer brushed on top of it, with these two reasons, the wood a thousand years does not rot, which can be explained through.

    But where does the heather scent come from?

    Maybe the tomb owner’s coffin was made of heather? I’m a little fuzzy on that.

    “Everyone split up and look for the kind of place where the gaps between the wood are big enough to drill a person into, that might be the path the craftsmen used to leave for themselves.” Sun Lao Da said as he held up his torch and looked at us.

    A few people were temporarily separated, and each was probably only about six or seven meters away from the other, and they could all see each other.

    I held a torch and looked in the southwest corner of Woody Hill.

    “Huh?” I rubbed my eyes hard.

    I thought I was blinking, because just now I thought I saw a huddled dark figure between the cracks in the wood.

    Rubbed his eyes before fixing them.

    Nothing but wood.

    After all, I was still young and timid, so I mentally

    Just a little freaked out and couldn’t help but take two steps back.

    “Sango, Big Brother,” I called out twice.

    The torch only illuminated a small area in front of me, and it was dark all around.

    I called out twice, but no one answered me.

    Swallowing hard, I turned back slowly with my torch held up.

    There’s no one left.

    A mole, Boss Sun, Sun Lao San.

    All vanished into thin air!

    At that moment a cool breeze blew from nowhere, and my pupils opened wider and wider.

    My lips trembled as I shouted, “Sango! Big brother! Sister Hong!”

    Still no one answered, not even an echo in this confined space.

    It was dark all around.

    First thought in my head.

    It’s not a ghostly encounter.

    When I was a child, I used to listen to the old people in the village used to tell me that the ghosts beat the wall is the ghosts in order to play with people, if you walk and run around in it, you will fall and drown, and spend your whole life circling around in the same place.

    I was scared and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

    “Yun Feng, what are you doing there?” Suddenly, someone behind me spoke to me.

    That familiar voice. I will not forget.

    It’s Ergo.

    “Ergo!” I jerked back with my torch raised.

    There was nothing behind him. It was dark.

    Blushing miserably and taking two steps back, I reached out and pulled out the amulet given by Yao Yumen, clutching it tightly in my hand.

    The amulet from the small gaou box had my body heat residue, and it felt a little warm when I clutched it in my hand.

    “Yun Feng! I’m here, come find me,” came Sun Lao Er’s voice again.

    cringing

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