The light in the cellar was too dark, and the two small green lights disappeared when they flashed. My head became hot. Without thinking too much, I quickly jumped off the earthen kang, pushed away the hanging guest hanging in front of me, and rushed into the jiaokong on the side of the wall. I saw the "Huang Xiangu" slipping away from our hands, using two front grabs to snatch the wall, sneaking through the gap and looking into the room.

There is also a large house built underground behind the partition wall, but there are no people hanging in this house. Instead, there are a row of yellow skins that have been dead. The legend of yellow skins exchanged lives with people has a long history. It is said that yellow skins are immortals, and they can harm people, make people unlucky, or be charming. However, their Taoism is limited. Even if the old yellow skins who have been practicing for hundreds of years have become spirits, it is very difficult for the elves in the mountains to cultivate into spirits. However, this so-called "forming spirits" is nothing more than a spiritual understanding over time, such as being able to understand people's words, or

It imitates human form and behavior, but humans are born as humans, so even if they become old yellow skins, they are still much lower than humans of all things. No matter how powerful it is, they cannot easily take human life. If it wants someone's life, it must find a small yellow skin in the clan to hang it with this person. Many people have heard of this, but no one can tell the truth. Perhaps yellow skin confusing people's hearts is to create a hypnotic effect through the special smell secreted by itself.

Swallows who grew up in the mountains knew the best of these things, followed by fat men. Before liberation, the fat men had participated in bandit suppression work in the Northeast. They knew a lot about the legends in the deep mountains and forests of the Northeast. They also told him some of them. I was the least of them. At that time, I didn’t know much about yellow skin. However, when I saw the "Huang Xian Gu" lying behind the wall, I knew that it was mostly it that was stumbled. I grabbed it and picked it up. I picked it up and looked up. I saw that the wire on its hind legs had not been broken, and the "muggle" was still blocked in its mouth. "Muggle" is a wild plant produced in the mountains. It has anesthetic effect on its tongue. If it catches a beast, it can’t call it out, and its mouth is paralyzed and it cannot open its mouth to bite people.

The fat man behind me also followed in. I handed the "Huangxiangu" to him. This time I couldn't let the little yellow-skinned boy escape. I looked at the yellow-skinned boy hanging in the back room. There were exactly seven. Three of them had the bodies of Yu Wen. Not long after they died, they must have wanted to exchange their lives with us. The bodies of the other four were all shriveled and hard.

I suddenly remembered something, looked back at the smart little eyes of the "Huang Fairy Gu" in the fat man's hand, and looked at the direction where we were hanging just now. I thought that at that time, I was fascinated by the yellow skin, and stretched my head to drill into the rope. I blew the green ghost fire in front of me and blew it out, so I survived. Now I think that it was not a ghost fire at all, but the yellow skin's eyes. It was blown by me in a blink of an eye to break the soul-catching technique and could not let the thief eyes open again. So I took out the remaining sticky bean bag, picked off one, and stuck the "Huang Fairy Gu"'s eyes, and then I felt relieved.

In the back room, everything is symmetrical to the front room, and a mud kang is also built. There is an ancient painting on the top of the kang. The paper has turned dark yellow and the color is blurred. However, it can be seen that there is a human figure in a woman's ancient costume but with a yellow face, which is exactly the same as the clay sculpture of the altar in the temple. It seems that this is the portrait of Wong Tai Sin, but at the foot of the fairy in the painting, there is also a box with a strange shape. The picture is particularly blurry and it is impossible to see clearly. Local legends say that Wong Tai Sin has a box with a mouth filled with treasures. Is it the box painted in this picture?

Fatty and I didn't hesitate at all, and immediately searched through the boxes and cabinets in the house. The cellar dark room under the Wong Tai Sin Temple deliberately imitated the human room, but the shape was very strange and evil everywhere. For example, the whole room was divided into two, but it was completely symmetrical, half hanging dead people and half hanging wooden beams of dead weasels. All kinds of incredible things here are extraordinary. We really wanted to see what was in the box, so we had to bite the bullet and ignore those.

But the inside and outside houses were just so big, and I had already looked through the box and box. There were no such things as boxes. The fat man and I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Hearing the sound of inciting the rooms and beams above our heads from time to time, we held up the oil lamp and shone them up. There were several wooden beams crisscrossing on the ceiling of the cellar. There were large holes one by one on the dome at the height. I suddenly realized that the cellar that was obliquely penetrated from the Huangtai Immortal Temple, judging from the direction and distance, it had reached the bottom of the large mound of the Yellow Skin Tomb. There were all small yellow skins, and the cold wind in the cellar was poured in from the holes above.

I said to the fat man, "It seems that there must be good things in that box. The four hanging people in the outer room wanted to come in and dig treasures, but they were caught in the yellow-skinned trap and became a tragic devil. Maybe they didn't understand what was going on until they died. Fortunately, since we caught Huang Xian Gu who knew the magic magic, we only had half of our lives left to kill him. I think if we didn't take this opportunity to find the box and open it and take a look, wouldn't this great opportunity be wasted? But there is a worst possibility, that is, the group of people and other accomplices, let the dead hanged ghost take the mine first, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman and dig the box away, then we will be happy."

The fat man said to me in a discouragement: "What good things can be found in the box guarded by the yellow-skinned people? Could it be just a pile of chicken feathers and bones? Can we make such a trouble? As far as I see, the fire burns this ghost place, we will hurry back to eat." Yan Zi had long wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, and advised me: "I heard that the things of the mountain god hidden in the box. If mortals see it, they will cause disaster. Isn't this even the Huang Daxian Temple buried by a mountain collapse? What else do you want to find? Go back to the forest farm quickly."
Chapter completed!