After passing that notice, people's feelings changed somehow. This difference in feeling is unknown where it comes from, Zha Wenbin can't say, others even more can't say, just feel different in heart.

  Looked up at the sky, it was pitch black, not even a star in sight. The weather in September is rarely like this. Although the temperature on the mountain top is usually lower than in the city below, here it seemed to be even more pronounced, and even the strong mountains felt a bit chilly.

  Because they were afraid of being discovered, they did not use high-intensity lighting equipment, but instead prepared a small flashlight that was portable. The natural light was insufficient, making the situation in the back mountain appear somewhat complicated.

  Although it's the end of September, it hasn't officially entered autumn yet. This mountain should be a paradise for those insects, but strangely, not even a single cricket can be heard chirping here; the silence is eerie and frightening.

  It is said that there is a road, but it seems that there is no road here. Saying that there is no road, but the feeling is that there is indeed a road here. When you walk, some tree clusters will come and seem to guide you all the way.

  "Be careful, especially with your feet," Cha Wenbin said in a low voice. "There's something not quite right about this place."

  Chaozi subconsciously pulled out a dagger, for someone who had been a soldier, having something in hand would give him a few more points of confidence, although this thing was at most just a pig-killing knife, but it was still better than nothing.

  Pingdu Mountain may not be considered high compared to those famous mountains and rivers, at most it's just a small hill that's still okay. But here seems to hide things that are no less than the majestic mountains, Zhang Wenbin has this feeling in his heart, walking here, he must be on high alert at all times, this is not a simple tourist destination as it appears.

  This flashlight is really useless, the light it emits is that kind of orange-red color, it can only be said to be slightly better than nothing. Zhaozi's heart was already cursing that merchant, who claimed this was the country's top-level miniature flashlight, but in fact it was just a miscellaneous brand product from a small stall in Yiwu's small commodity market. There were still several high-intensity mining lamps in the bag, but if he turned them on, people down the mountain would definitely discover him.

  "Ah, what's this." Zhuo Xiong's foot was tripped up by something, and he stumbled forward, almost falling over. He felt it was a rock, turned his head to look, and indeed it was a rock.

  Zhuo Xiong squatted down to take a closer look and found that this stone seemed to have been artificially polished, it wasn't just a simple matter.

  He struck the stone with his dagger, and although its surface was covered with a thick layer of moss, the rock seemed to be like granite. He said: "Look at this, it seems to be a monument."

  At this time, it was still early from the agreed time, so Cha Wenbin decided to take a look first. However, only about ten centimeters of the stone were exposed above the ground, and it was impossible to determine what it was. So, for now, the dagger had become a hoe.

  Several people dug down for a long time, and finally half of the tombstone came out. Under the dim light, it was clear that this was a tombstone. It's not surprising to see tombstones on mountains, as long as someone has been active before, any undeveloped area can have several ancient tombs like this one. However, for this particular tomb, Zha Wenbin was somewhat flustered because he couldn't recognize the text on the tombstone, yet it seemed all too familiar to him.

  Wasp writing! This is a script from the ancient Qiang people, that lost but still entwined civilization!

  Zha Wenbin let out a cold laugh and said: "It's something from three thousand years ago, it seems like someone has arranged another path for us."

  For this kind of thing, Chaozi seems to have been disgusted to the extreme. They seem to have been dealing with this thing all along, and the result has always been a series of misfortunes: "What to do? Do we still need to continue? I'm already fed up with this matter, why not just stop here, return to our hometown and continue our business, it's not worth getting involved in this muddy water again. From Sichuan to Northeast, from Northeast to Qinghai, now back to Sichuan, we've always been led by the nose.

  The Ru Yi book is now in his hands, and for over a year, Cha Wenbin has been studying it diligently. Except for that lost memory, what he can't shake off is the suffering his daughter endured at the bottom of the water. Everything he does is to atone for his daughter's sake, to make up for the heavenly secrets he revealed. Whenever rich people invite him to give advice on Feng Shui and Yang dwellings, he declines, but when ordinary poor people are afflicted by unclean things, he always sends them talismans or performs rituals in the first instance, not only without taking a penny, but also giving them some money to buy medicine.

  Cha Wenbin asked himself if he was worthy of the heavens and the earth, but fate is just so capricious, the thing he least wanted to encounter ultimately still found its way onto his own head.

  He's not one to give up easily, and for Old Wang, he's like an elder brother. Although Old Wang may have used him, the kind of people who have been through life and death together always have a bond. Now that someone has brought him here in Old Wang's name, it's hard to say that this person doesn't have a relationship with Old Wang or that organization. Everything that's happening now is all because of that mysterious organization behind the scenes, he knows that himself. He can fight against heaven and fate, and he can fight against evil spirits and ghosts, but what's most difficult in this world is fighting against people.

  Putting aside his identity and profession, Cha Wenbin is just an ordinary person, without any backing or power to speak of. He has family, a son, friends, and a household - all things he cannot sacrifice. Too many people have already lost their lives over this matter; he can't afford to pay the price.

  "Go on, keep going. Since we've come this far, I never planned to return empty-handed. We've always managed to survive every time, and this time won't be an exception."

  As they went further ahead, they found that these stone tablets were either half exposed above the ground or buried in the earth, and some had already been broken. This place was actually a chaotic burial mound of ancient Qiang people.

  On the ground, there were also coffins that had rotted to only half their original size. Those hidden deep in the forest, and many more that couldn't be seen, he could imagine that behind the entire mountain range, it was actually all graves. This place truly deserved to be called a ghost town!

  It's hard not to think of ghosts when walking in a place like this!

  Occasionally, one or two phosphorescent fires would wander through the forest, but Zhang Wenbin pretended not to see them. He had a magical instrument in his hand, and these things naturally did not dare to come over easily. Since ancient times, only Taoist priests have looked for trouble with wild ghosts, who has ever heard of wild ghosts daring to provoke Taoist priests?

  But here, the yin energy seems particularly heavy, and with every step, what's buried beneath your feet could be a lost soul.

  In this forest, on the mountain road up and down, seven bends and eight bends, not easy to walk, relying on the weak light of that flashlight, keep walking, keep walking, except for the occasional fireflies, the only accompaniment is their own breathing sound.

  It's been about three hours since we started walking, and the situation around us has been like this. At the speed of our scouts' advance, it seems to have exceeded common sense. Pingdu Mountain is not big, but judging from the lights between people at the foot of the mountain, it seems that the change in their descent height is not so obvious.

  Chaozi leaned against a big tree and looked at the lights, saying: "It seems that something is wrong. Why do I always feel like I'm circling around here and can't get out?"

  Zha Wenbin looked at the floating phosphorus fire in the distance and smiled: "Indeed, we haven't walked out, we've been circling around this graveyard all along, it's quite interesting, and even set up a 'ghost hitting wall'."

  "So what should we do?"

  Cha Wenbin squatted down to take a look and said, "The people here have designed a road for us. People always choose the easy way first, we've been following this feeling all along, but there's no actual 'road' to follow, these tombstones have become our reference points, causing us to keep circling around. I actually discovered it just now, but I wanted to know how big this cemetery is and how many people are buried below. It's just an optical illusion, easy to figure out once you think about it."

  "Have you measured it?"

  Cha Wenbin's words were thought-provoking: "This mountain should have buried over 2,000 people in the same period. There are at least 2,000 graves here, but it's too quiet. A place with so many graves should be bustling, if you're not afraid, let's take a look at the true face of this mountain."

  Chao Zi patted Zhuo Xiong's shoulder and laughed loudly: "We've followed you, what haven't we seen? We've even strolled around the Yama Temple a few times."

  Zha Wenbin quickly drew a white circle on the ground with lime, then took out the Bagua mirror again. On the top of the mirror was a small hole, and a rope was tied to it. He hung the mirror from a wooden stick with the rope and held it in his hand, saying: "Chaozi, turn on the headlamp and shine the light at the mirror."

  Chao Zi did as he was told, and a beam of intense white light hit the mirror and bounced back. Chao Zi's eyes couldn't take it, so he lowered his head, supporting himself with both hands. In an instant, the beam of light began to shoot backwards, directly hitting the back of someone's head. Cha Wen Bin patted Zuo Xiong and Da Shan on the shoulder, whispering: "Turn around, look in the direction of the light, don't make a sound, pretend you didn't see anything."

  Zha Wenbin slowly turned the mirror, and Chaozi adjusted himself on the ground according to Zha Wenbin's movements. The mirror soon circled around them, then Zha Wenbin said in a low voice: "Turn off the lights."

  In an instant, the surroundings fell into a depressing darkness once again.

  "Did you see anything?" Zhang Wenbin asked.

  "There are people, many people, densely packed around us, all staring at us." Zhuo Xiong said calmly what he saw.

  "Those aren't people, they're ghosts," said Cha Wenbin in a low voice. "We are surrounded by ghosts."

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