Chapter 012 Black-faced Ghost

In the quiet and gloomy mountains and valleys, lightning struck the Buddha out, even though the three of them had been mentally prepared. But seeing this with my own eyes, I was still secretly surging, confused and frightened.

I said to the fat man sternly: "Keep your eyes open and let me have that direction etched in my mind!"

He hurriedly called Long Wu again: "The rain is too heavy, and the searchlight on my mountaineering helmet cannot illuminate clearly. Brother, please come and use a flashlight to help me clearly illuminate the Longquan map!"

After saying that, I quickly took out the Longquan drawings wrapped in plastic bags and compared the trends of the surrounding mountains to see if they were consistent with what was depicted on the drawings.

I didn't stand high up during the day, so I couldn't see anything. At night, the valley illuminated by the thunder one after another looked like it was covered in silver, and it looked like ice-covered snow-capped mountains standing one after another! If you take a closer look, you will see that it is exactly the same as the picture!

I shouted that there is a door. After two days of groping in the mountains, we were finally able to touch the gate of Bilong Mountain!

At this moment, the fat man suddenly let out a sigh, and then said to me: "Old Cao, look at that location, we walked by it during the day! Isn't that..."

The fat man stopped mid-sentence and began to bite his mouth, as if he remembered something that made him angry and angry. Just now I was just looking at the pictures, but now after Fatty reminded me, I suddenly discovered that I had actually been to the only way to Fopa Mountain, and that place was coincidentally the place where Fatty was scared to wet his pants!

This is not the time to make fun of fat people. After all, these more than 100 kilograms of meat have just crawled out of the gate of hell. So, without further ado, I immediately said to the fat man, hold on to your Colt, and let’s fight back!

Braving the heavy rain, we returned to the place where we took a break for lunch. There were still some traces of the fire we made. Looking southwest from here, a large gap between the two mountains was clearly revealed. We carefully inspected the area during the day and found nothing unusual.

Therefore, I really don’t know why Zhelong Valley only appears on the night of lightning and thunder. Hiss~ Could it be that it was really torn apart by the giant Buddha?

"This...is wrong, Lao Cao!"

The fat man suddenly pointed at the bottom of the low rock, his expression became extremely frightened, as if something terrible was happening .

I wiped the rain randomly again, but the rain was really heavy, and it was inevitably annoying. I shouted to the fat man: "What's wrong? You kid, please speak clearly!"

The fat man was no longer completely frightened at this moment, but instead assumed a defensive posture. He turned on the safety of the submachine gun, his index finger firmly pressed on the trigger, the center of gravity of his whole body shifted downward, and his legs moved staggered. It looked like he had received special training. Coming here to fight pirates wasn't all a boast.

I turned to look at Long Wu's situation, and saw that despite the pouring rain, he remained calm and calm, without any panic. His senses must be the sharpest among the three, otherwise he would not be able to save the fat man in the blink of an eye.

However, I still took out the pistol. I had never fired a gun in the dark night with such low visibility. If there was something, it was hard to say whether I could hit it.

I asked the fat man not to just hang around, but to speak clearly.

The fat man gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you see it yet? Look here, the leopard died here during the day. I will definitely not remember it wrong. Could it be that the head closed on its own and ran away again!"

What the fat man said was true. Even if everyone could remember it wrong, he would not. Especially the leopard that almost sent him to meet the Lord of Hell. Not to mention that the leopard's body was missing, even if it moved even a little bit, he had to tell it!

I thought to myself, don’t these big cats have vast territories? Is it possible that there are more powerful beasts around here than leopards?

Why do you say this? All animals in the wild are suppressed by blood, just like a dog who has never seen a tiger, but will be frightened immediately after smelling tiger urine. This leopard is quite big. Even if ordinary animals see its body, they will quickly hide five miles away. This is definitely not the work of a beast smaller than a tiger. Is it possible that there is still a tiger hidden in this mountain?

Because only giant beasts like tigers, the kings at the top of the food chain, would pounce on leopards without hesitation, eat their flesh and drink their blood.

Suddenly, he remembered what Wa Kun said about the tiger that ate the reincarnation of the giant Buddha. It could be possible that after eating the Buddha, the tiger's soul was permanently transformed into the head of the Pashan Buddha above the Zhelong Valley, and its body was exiled to the outside of the Zhelong Valley forever. Guarding the secret of Pashan Buddha?

"Old Cao, you can wait until you return to Qinhuangdao to attend this Dharma class. Then I will move a stool and you can teach whatever you want." The fat man heard what I said and said to me again while holding a gun: "But during the day I almost fed the one-eyed leopard with my more than 100 kilograms of meat. This time, regardless of whether it is the reincarnation of a giant Buddha, I want something to pounce on me again. I won't say anything, but give it two tug tu tu tugs! Then let's talk about something. It’s a matter of whether to transcend or not!”

But at this moment! As soon as the fat man finished speaking, in the dark night in the wild mountains, a hand suddenly touched the body of the fat man's gun. The fat man, who had tightened the string, subconsciously pulled the trigger. But that hand was faster, and with lightning speed, he turned down and touched the fat man's right hand that was holding the trigger. He pinched the fat man's index finger with two fingers and forcefully pulled back the index finger that was holding the trigger. Then that hand flicked the safety bolt and opened the safety. The whole process was completed in one go, and only the temporarily normal right hand was used throughout the process!

It turns out that the owner of this hand is Long Wu!

"Brother, can you please make some noise in advance next time? It will scare people to death!" The fat man saw clearly that the person coming was Long Wu, but he dared to get angry but did not dare to speak.

I saw that the little brother was as familiar with this firearm as the fat man, and suddenly I remembered something he once mentioned. He knows the gun in the fat man's hand! It seems that there must be another meaning in this sentence!

Without thinking, this gun was specially left by the foreign girl Avril, and Na Wakun also said that he had seen Long Wu. Somehow, I always feel that an invisible line is gradually connecting, but it is difficult to figure out what the breaking points of these lines are.

"It's time to go." A thunder flashed, and the fat man and I just came back to our senses. Just like in the daytime at night, Long Wu was pointing at the Zhelong Valley amidst the lightning and thunder, and spoke calmly.

As the old saying goes, Wangchuan is a dead horse, so I no longer thought about the one-eyed leopard body, but it was still extremely painful to climb the rock in the rainy night.

After running around for a while, the three finally arrived at Zhelong Valley. The strange thing was that when they arrived at Zhelong Valley, the rain seemed to have stopped, but the thunder was still there. Looking up again, at the top of the gap between the two mountains, the Buddha's head was still watching quietly. We, can this Buddha's eye still be able to turn?

In the dark night, the huge crack in the mountain suddenly appeared like a gaping mouth of an abyss opened by a demon. Three flashlights shot out, but when the light source reached the mouth of the valley, it seemed to be swallowed up. Nothing could be seen clearly, it was just pitch black. one slice.

I once saw the magnificent and wonderful scenery in the Xiantian Valley along the river mouth, but that was only five or six years ago, when the business was booming, and a group gathering was organized every year. I will be responsible for all the expenses during this period, in order to consolidate the secondary markets under my control, because not everything can be sold, and there are some strange things that you have to slowly digest through these secondary markets. If you don't accept these items, you will inevitably offend regular customers, and if you accept them, it will be difficult to sell them. At this time, the secondary market becomes the best choice. They are all over the country, and buyers can find them anywhere, and the prices will naturally be higher. It won't make me lose money either.

It was already 2:50 in the morning, but I didn’t know the exact length of the slit in the Zhelong Valley formed by two inexplicable mountains. The three of them paused for a moment, and after some discussion, they decided to continue moving forward without stopping, trying to explore the main part of Bilong Mountain before dawn.

Zhelong Valley was extremely dark. After advancing for a quarter of an hour, there was still no exit. I just felt that the rock cracks in front were wide and narrow, and it was difficult to figure out its rules.

After the heavy rain, the humid air filled the surrounding valley, but it felt more and more muggy as we went further in. According to common sense, it was extremely abnormal.

Could it be that this valley has only imports but no exports? Otherwise, the mountain breeze will be extremely cool after rain, and a normal valley will form a natural cross-window, so the valley should be extremely cool.

I felt that something was a little abnormal, so I asked the fat man to take out the flare and fire it, so as to explore the panoramic view of the valley.

The fat man responded and was about to raise his gun and fire when he heard the sound of rustling branches bending and leaves falling from above the valley!

It's definitely not the noise a goat makes! Although there are many wild goats outside the valley, most of their habitats at night are on exposed rocks and they will never sleep in trees.

In an instant, the fat man put down the launcher and raised the submachine gun. I also adjusted the search light of the mountaineering helmet to the brightest, and raised the pistol to sweep towards the surrounding trees.

The weird noises in the woods continued and became more intensive, as if we were trapped in a deep encirclement!

Suddenly the fat man shouted: "Old Cao, over there!" After saying that, the fat man raised his gun and fired, three clicks, and the sound of gunshots resounded throughout the valley and echoed for a long time.

Several gunshots were fired, but nothing was seen except a few branches falling down. I quickly asked the fat man: "What did you see!"

The fat man's face was extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said to me: "Oh, grandma, it was so dark just now. I saw a pale face suddenly poked out of the tree, looking at us furtively! Old Cao, let's I really forgot to read the almanac when I went out, and all the bad luck happened to us. It’s a leopard and it’s haunted. It’s so damn evil!”

I quickly said: "What did you say? White grimace?"

"That's right! It's still hairy! It's probably a black-haired rice dumpling that was blown out by thunder, just in time for us to meet him! Damn it, this black-haired rice dumpling can't go for a walk at night unless it runs into a tree. Make trouble!"

After listening to the fat man's description, I calmed down and seemed to know what a group of things were in the tree.

There really is such a creature with a black face and a white face, and is good at climbing trees, the mandrill!

The mandrill is known as the black-faced ghost among the people. It has huge long fangs, shiny brown hair, protruding nose bones on both sides, and a black face with a white face. It looks like an evil ghost.

This kind of thing is similar to baboons when used violently. Groups of baboons can directly kill cheetahs and eat them alive.

So I told Fatty, have you ever seen rice dumplings running out in groups? Can you also climb trees and be more agile than a monkey? If I guessed correctly, these things should be mandrills, also called black-faced ghosts.

After listening, the fat man suddenly realized: "I know there is such a thing. I heard you say this, and I have some impressions. But don't these things all live in Africa? Could it be that the zoo cut corners and made them run out hungry? Already?"

I told the fat man, who said that mandrills all live in Africa? There have been many legends about mandrills since ancient times. In some places, they are worshiped as mountain gods, and even boys and girls are sacrificed every year to ward off disasters.

After confirming that it was a mandrill, the fat man was obviously relieved. He laughed and cursed: "Those are all the ignorant old ideas of the feudal people in the past. Now we have neither virgins nor virgins. We only have a few bullets. Just look at these black faces." Do you want ghosts anymore?"

I asked the fat man not to underestimate the enemy. We could ignore one or two mandrills, but the sounds around us became more and more intensive. It was obvious that these mandrills were not afraid of us, and even wanted to surround us, then crack open our skulls and eat them slowly!