There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 78: The mountains are quiet at night
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It's quiet in the middle of the night.
The lights are all quiet.
Five or six hours have passed since the landslide emerged during the day.
During this period, two more mountain peaks collapsed and two head pits collapsed. At present, there have been three head pits in total.
This incident caused a sensation in ten miles and eight townships. During the day, people from several nearby mountain villages were all curious and rushed to watch.
Even around the evening, several police officers from Wenwu Township police station arrived, pulled up a cordon, persuaded the crowd to leave the onlookers, to prevent the mountain from continuing to slide and cause accidents, and also to prevent someone from destroying the head pit. It is said that there are archaeologists who are already on their way.
Under the night.
Longtouhu Village, a black shadow quietly touched out the mountain village, taking advantage of the natural cover of the dense night, quickly lurking in the direction of the landslide.
This person is Founder.
However, at this time, he was dressed in a combat uniform, as if he was dressed as an "armed man" in the daytime, covering himself tightly.
He stole this equipment specially from the props master.
In order to disturb the line of sight, he also specially stole several other sets of costumes of different sizes, deliberately forging common burglary cases.
The name of Longtouhu Village is derived from the Longtou Lake which has one of the several large reservoirs in Zhoushi. The three hills that came out of the Rentou pit one after another landslide are between the Longtou Lake and the two places where the stone forest was filmed during the day.
During the day, the landslide came out of the head pit, Fang Zheng, the local tyrant Dong, and the rest of the crew, followed the curious villagers for a short tour.
The head pits that collapsed from the three mountains, there are thousands of heads in total, which are shocking and terrifying.
During the day, there are many people with mixed eyes, and Fang Zheng just stopped at three head pits far away. This time, I came out late at night to investigate carefully.
If you encounter a supernatural event, you may be able to collect a few wisps of gray air.
When Fang Zheng quietly touched the vicinity of the three mountains, a cordon had been pulled up outside the three head pits to prevent people from crossing, but the police were not seen.
Fang Zheng has always suspected that this head pit was an ancient head sacrifice.
In some ancient sacrificial ceremonies or noble tombs, this extinct head sacrifice was used, such as offering sacrifices to gods or guarding against tomb thieves.
Because the tombs with human head sacrifices usually form a place of nourishing yin with a lot of grievances...
The world is getting more and more weird, and Fangzheng has been charged with relevant knowledge recently. At the beginning, he was not only helping Officer Wei to collect a list of novels, but also looking for relevant knowledge for himself, so his first reaction was to think of the pit of the head and the sacrifice of the head.
The night is quiet, the mountains are dark as ghosts and shadows dormant, and the mountains make strange noises from time to time, which makes the hair stand up, and my heart is hairy. I always feel that there is something hidden in the mountain, hiding in the dark. Showing two sullen eyes peeping covetously.
As soon as night falls, the beautiful green hills in the daytime seem to be isolated from the real world by a mist. It is dark, deep, weird, and gloomy, as if the depression under suffocation, breathless, and suddenly turned into a shadow of terror.
Fang Zheng, under the props, had a deep light in his eyes that did not match his age temperament. He quietly hovered in the dark, looking around the peaks around Longtou Lake, his eyes contemplative.
"In the surrounding mountains outside Longtou Lake, shouldn't they all have a head pit buried in each of them? A large-scale gathering place will be formed, which will eventually turn Longtou Lake into the most evil gathering pool?"
The reason why Fang Zheng had such a guess was because he discovered that the three peaks where the human head pit came out of the landslide were the third of the peaks surrounding Longtou Lake.
But this is only Founder's guess, after all, he is not a professional.
Fang Fang's gaze stared at the Longtou Lake in the middle of the mountains, and the Longtou Lake under the night, I don't know when a layer of white water mist has been filled, and it is even more strange.
In the thick night, Fang Zheng was dormant quietly, motionless.
He didn't go out hastily.
The ghost knows if there are people hiding "a certain game" around, maybe they have already planted the trap in advance and are waiting to wait for the rabbit.
Time passed by, and Fang Zheng was patient and motionless.
He doesn't believe it anymore, the movement here will not attract the attention of some interested people.
He just needs to wait around with peace of mind, wait for these people to appear, rush to the front line to sweep the mines, and then he has been hiding in the dark, taking the opportunity to gather the wool, secretly collecting the gray air, and becoming a profitless fisherman.
At 23 o'clock, 0 o'clock, 1 o'clock in the middle of the night...Time continued to pass quietly, Fang Zheng still patiently waited, just when he thought that the night was going to pass so calmly, suddenly!
From an unknown dark corner, a black figure jumped out at night, and finally stood on the shore of the lake, seeming to be pondering, thinking about something, and pacing in place a few times.
Fang Zheng was taken aback for a moment. The invisible face under his tactical helmet in his costume was shocked and surprised.
This person... is actually exactly the same as him, dressed in costumes from the crew and dressed up as Hollywood "elementary militants" from his "same camp" to conceal his identity.
Fang Zheng twisted his eyebrows.
At this moment, an even stranger scene appeared.
The sound of water waves gently stroked from the depths of the quiet Longtou Lake shrouded in mist, like stones thrown into the windless ancient pond in the deep mountains and old forests, rushing... so clear and harsh.
I saw, a small boat, an old man, wearing a quilt, wearing an old hat, swaying the two oars with both hands, and rowing out from the depths of Longtou Lake, gently rippling the surface of the lake.
On the bow of the small boat, there is a green-skin lantern hung. At the moment, the blue light is dim, illuminating a small circle of extremely narrow lake near the small boat.
The mysterious man standing on the shore of the lake boarded the boat.
Then, the old man in the clothes paddled his sculls, slowly but steadily towards the depths of Longtou Lake, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the hazy white fog.
In front of me... it's getting more and more secretive.
Who is that mysterious man, and why is there a costume for the crew?
Is it the outsider who stole the costume?
Or... Like him, he's always been in the crew?
Fang Zheng frowned and thought.
About ten minutes or so, another black figure appeared in the dark under the night.
But this is not the point.
This person is actually wearing a costume that was stolen from the crew and is of the same color and style as Founder...
This person came to the shore of the lake and didn’t wait long. A small boat and an old man in clothes, once again paddling his double oars, rowed out from the depths of the lake, swinging in circles on the calm lake. The strange cyan ripples under the lantern.
Then, the boat gradually rowed towards the depths of Longtou Lake.
The mysterious people who appeared one after another were all wearing costumes stolen from the crew. For a while, everything seemed to be lost.
This time, the surroundings seemed to finally sink into silence.
One hour, two hours...there was no one else showing up. It was almost dawn, and it was dawn in another one or two hours. Fang Zheng gritted his teeth.
He sneaked out of the hiding place, then hesitated, hesitating to come to the lakeshore where the two mysterious men stood.
Sure enough... a small boat, a very old man, slowly rowing out from the depths of the lake.
A green-leather lantern hung on the bow of the ship and docked...