The Secret History of Xuanmen

Chapter 10
When I thought that the person staring at me at my bedside in the middle of the night might be my father, I was not so afraid.

Although I have never met my father, and the history of him 'killing' the villagers has brought me a childhood shadow, but after all, it is a family relationship that is thicker than water. I can't say I hate him, but more miss.

I wanted to call out to my father and ask him what happened back then that caused him and a dozen villagers to be buried deep in the bottom of the mountain.

But I still can't make a sound. It seems that even if it is my father, it can't be a living person who came back from the dead, but a soul. I may be controlled by him.

Suddenly he turned around and walked away. His walking posture was very strange. Instead of walking forward, he stood on tiptoe with two close together toes, as if he was swimming forward.

To be honest, this scene is quite scary, and what makes me feel even more horrified is that my body got out of bed uncontrollably in the next second.

I also closed my legs, stood on tiptoe, and followed my father slowly.

I secretly thought it was bad, this might be the legendary ghost ecstasy.

Even if he is really my father's soul, the fear of the unknown also woke me up, and my intuition told me that I cannot be taken away by him.

I wanted to bite the tip of my tongue to calm my soul with blood from the tip of my tongue, and I wanted to deliberately knock down the tables and chairs at home to remind my grandfather to save me.

But everything was in vain. At this time, I was like a walking dead, a controlled marionette, completely following his route.

Our speed doesn't look fast, but it's fast.After a while we left Zhaojiatun and embarked on a mountain road.

The rugged mountain road, the whirling shadows of the trees, and the gusts of wind made me even more frightened.

And when we crossed a small hill and walked towards another majestic deep mountain, I guessed the destination of this trip.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, we entered Snakehead Mountain, where my father was buried.

Snakehead Mountain is more than ten miles away from my home. It got its name because it looks like a huge snake head.Snakehead Mountain has a bad reputation, and many times people died when they went to the mountain to gather medicine.If the father hadn't formed a team back then, it is estimated that the villagers would not have been able to go deep.

He stopped, and my steps stopped abruptly.

In front of him was a huge bottomless hole, like a huge snake mouth that opened.

Seeing this huge cave, I was stunned.

In fact, I have also sneaked into Snakehead Mountain, and came to this place where my father is buried. After all, I also want to pay homage to him.

But after the big explosion that took away more than a dozen lives, this place has long been buried by mountains, and this cave has long since ceased to exist.

But the cave appeared again at this time, and for a while I couldn't tell if it was a hallucination or what.

At this time, he who brought me here turned and looked at me.

He has a face as firm as a knife, but at this time there are two lines of tears.

"My son, my son, I'm sorry for you." He said to me with tears.

He really is my father, I subconsciously called out: "Father."

When the father yelled out, I realized that I was able to speak and move, and I was no longer under his control.

I didn't care about being afraid anymore, and immediately said to him: "Father, why did you bring me here? How did you die back then?"

My father glanced at the direction behind me, he looked a little nervous, and said to me directly: "Son, it's too late to tell you, dad is here to save you."

When he finished speaking, a red light came out from the cave, and there was a burst of violent footsteps.

Soon a group of people came out of the cave, about a dozen people. The people in front were lighting up with red lanterns, and the people behind were carrying a sedan chair.

Seeing this scene, my first reaction was that these people should be the villagers who died with their father that year.

I am not afraid of my father's soul, but the appearance of these villagers terrifies me, not to mention that they are carrying lanterns and sedan chairs.

"Son, get on the sedan chair quickly, Dad will take you away." My father said to me.

I stood still and didn't dare to move, but asked him, "Where is this taking me?"

Of course I have to ask clearly, the scene in front of me looks too gloomy, don't take me to the underworld on Huangquan Road.

My father didn't answer me directly, but came over and pushed me onto the sedan chair.

While pushing me, he said eagerly to me: "Son, I don't have time to explain to you. Your grandpa is coming after you. You can't listen to his words to fulfill the marriage contract. He is harming you and killing you." Woolen cloth."

(End of this chapter)