freenovelworld Chapter 330 There really are mountain spirits.
Chapter 330 There really are mountain spirits.
Under a gray sky, thick fog shrouded the entire mountain forest, and a long-neglected, barely flat road, resembling a winding snake, appeared and disappeared among the trees.
Five unassuming SUVs were making steady progress under the stars and moon.
The clock was only pointing to four in the morning, but everyone in the car, young and old, who firmly believed they could find a treasure buried for thousands of years, had clear eyes and were full of energy.
The sixteen experts, especially those in the last two cars, were all quite well-behaved; the only two young men and women in the cars were clearly not in bed early last night.
The ten middle-aged men and women were different from the four elderly people around sixty years old; they were clearly well-rested and unusually excited.
They all wished they could fly to their destination immediately.
They argued heatedly about several landmarks that might contain buried treasure all along the way.
One thought the treasure was buried at the foot of the mountain, while the other thought it should be hidden halfway up the mountain. At the height of the argument, the two oldest people almost came to blows.
In addition to Emperor Tianhuang and his entourage, each of the cars in front of them had several trusted bodyguards and a guide.
"My grandfather moved from Guanjiashan. Guanjiashan was the only village within hundreds of miles of Guanxia Mountain a hundred years ago."
I'm not trying to scare you, that place really is cursed.
My grandfather wouldn't lie to me.
"He witnessed it with his own eyes," Old Miao, the guide, rambled on.
The fear and worry on his face made it impossible to tell that he was making things up.
Mu Zhen turned around from the passenger seat, leaned on the back of the seat, and smiled at the middle-aged man: "Then Uncle Miao, tell me, what did the old man see?"
Old Miao rubbed his face in frustration. Judging from the girl's grinning expression, they didn't believe a single word he said.
But he really wasn't lying, was he? Then we can only keep trying. He's only just over forty; he doesn't want to die young.
"This happened a hundred years ago."
It was one morning when my grandfather and a friend went up the mountain to chop firewood. Just a minute ago they were chatting and laughing together.
Guess what happened next? My grandfather only bent down to pick up a piece of wood, less than a minute later, when he stood up again...
"The person who was standing behind him the whole time..." Old Miao's eyes widened, he clapped his hands, then spread them out: "...just disappeared."
My grandfather even thought he was hallucinating, but in reality, he was the only one who went up the mountain from beginning to end.
"Continue!" Mu Zhen pretended to be engrossed in listening.
"There was absolutely no warning or warning; he just vanished like that. No matter how hard my grandfather searched, he couldn't find him. It was as if he disappeared into thin air."
Do you think this is a normal phenomenon?
The villagers had also considered the possibility that some wild animal had come into the village in search of food.
But what kind of ferocious beast can silently drag a person away in the blink of an eye?
What normal person wouldn't call for help if bitten by a wild animal?
Moreover, there wasn't a single trace of blood left on the ground.
Was it swallowed whole? Are there any beasts with such large teeth on the land of the Eastern Kingdom?
There were no drag marks on the ground.
So, where did this person go?
My grandfather said that given the surrounding environment at the time, it was immediately obvious.
Even if his friend were incredibly fast, there was no way he could escape his sight within two minutes.
Old Miao paused here, took a sip of water, then let out a long sigh, waved his right hand, not wanting to say any more, and said firmly, "It's the mountain spirit seeking revenge."
No human or beast could do that except for that thing.
"Is it possible that the person is your grandfather... hehe?" Mu Zhen was too embarrassed to be too direct and needed the other party to lead the way.
Huangfu Zique was in the driver's seat. There were only seven seats in the car, plus Lao Miao. If they wanted to all stay in one car, they would have to drive themselves.
Because Lao Miao doesn't have a driver's license.
The reason why Huangfu Zique was chosen as the driver was because Mu Yunya had chosen the passenger seat.
The more Lao Miao talked, the more his brows furrowed.
Could there really be some kind of ghost or monster?
This is too unbelievable!
"Impossible." Old Miao shook his head firmly: "Because before my grandfather even came down the mountain, another child disappeared from the village, and the next night, an old man disappeared."
Many more people went missing afterward, and one incident was even more terrifying.
The village chief was gathering the entire village at the brigade headquarters to discuss this matter, and guess what? Right before everyone's eyes, the village chief vanished!
"Pfft, cough cough!" Long Yuan, who was drinking water, choked and spat it out. Forgive him for being so unkind; Old Miao was speaking so seriously, yet he couldn't help but laugh.
Isn't it because the way the other person told the story is too similar to a joke he's heard before?
It's said that all the patients in the mental hospital were "cured" and discharged under the leadership of the hospital director, but the director himself ended up living in the hospital.
Old Miao's face darkened. Fine, it seems that no amount of talking can dissuade them from their determination to go on an adventure.
Old Miao had no idea they were on a treasure hunt; he just assumed young people liked seeking thrills and preferred to go to places that others wouldn't dare to go.
Isn’t this what you feel after eating enough?
Don't they realize that in the past hundred years, not a single person has dared to return to the village to pay respects to the dead? They must be afraid of something.
Decades ago, people placed great importance on the custom of returning to their hometowns to pay respects to their ancestors during the Qingming Festival.
"After we moved out, has anyone ever gone back?" Emperor Tianhuang, sitting in the last row and looking at a map with two friends on either side of him, asked this question without even looking up.
Old Miao's tone was solemn: "At first, yes, the living could move the graves, but how could the dead be moved? Some fearless people went back to pay their respects to the dead in groups during the Qingming Festival the following year."
I heard there were six people, and none of them ever came back.
The local police investigated several times afterward, but they found nothing.
"Wait a minute!" Fu Tingyu looked up in confusion: "Didn't the police disappear after they went there?"
"This shows that the mountain spirit is picky about food!" Mu Yunfei, who had been resting with his eyes closed the whole time, suddenly said this.
This amused everyone in the car except for Lao Miao, who couldn't help but suppress a smile.
Wow! Has the third male lead completely shed his gloomy and paranoid persona?
They've all learned to joke around now, haha!
Mu Zhen gave that person a meaningful look.
Mu Yunfei's phoenix eyes were closed, his face was cold and serene, as if he were asleep. If it weren't for the fact that everyone was familiar with his voice, they would really mistakenly think that the words just now did not come from his mouth.
Old Miao was numb. Believe it or not, he had already made arrangements for his own affairs when the city lord sent him out.
He had no choice, because the person in the carriage was either His Highness the Crown Prince or the War God, the Northern King.
Their identities are all more terrifying than the last.
Would he dare to desert his post?
When faced with danger, he had to find a way to die before them, as protecting the crown prince was the duty of every citizen, and he was a patriot.
It's pitiful that he was just a nobody who managed the septic tank in the city lord's mansion. Just because his grandfather had lived in Guanjiashan, he was sent to die a heroic death!
Of course, it would be better if they didn't die. As long as these gentlemen and ladies have a good time, he should be able to get a reward.