Weird past in the countryside

Chapter 106 Henry Zhang angrily cuts off the ghost hand wooden stick and is sadly reminded

I gave Yu Ling'er everything, and said that even if I was exhausted, I couldn't let her dig.But we only dug for half an hour, and I was too tired to stand it.

I threw the pickaxe on the ground, gasping for breath, and said to Master, "Master, otherwise, let's go to the village and find some villagers to help."

Before the master could answer, Mu Stick said from the side: "Don't think about it. When Wei Meng and I went back just now, no one in the village was seen. Later, I went to the patriarch's room to find him, and found him in great pain. Lying at home, he was frantically scratching the skin of his whole body, and I could see that his skin was almost torn off by him. His limbs were twisted, as if he was in great pain."

Mu Zhu'er's words made everyone stop what they were doing, and stared at him, waiting for the next sentence.

The wooden stick glanced at everyone and then said: "Later, I went to ask the village chief. He endured the pain and barely said a few words. He said it was nothing, and he had to bear it once a month. Today just happened to catch up. After today, it will be fine." He also said that the whole village is like this, and it’s no big deal. Later, I went to the homes of other people in the village to see, and sure enough, all the people in the village were in great pain like the village chief.”

I cursed: "Ci'ao, why didn't you say it earlier."

The wooden stick said: "Does this matter? I found the tools in a warehouse later. Anyway, they will be fine after today. I don't think there is any need to say it."

The master sighed and said, "It seems that today is a special day, maybe it's Yu Ruyi's fault. Every fifteenth, the villagers will do this."

Qi Wantong also said: "It seems that although the villagers here are enjoying longevity, they are also suffering at the same time."

I glanced at the iron pick under my feet: "Yes, we have to do it ourselves."

Ning Xiaoyue kicked me from behind: "You lazy bastard, look at Wei Meng."

I glanced at Wei Meng, this guy didn't stop at all, he kept digging the ground.I joked: "Mengzi, I will enter the underground palace later, I will give you more gold ingots."

Master glared at me: "Stop talking nonsense, work."

Now that there is no helper at all, we set our minds down and dig the soil desperately.

As the excavation progressed, we found that the soil layer below the surface was relatively loose, and the digging was not as strenuous as it was at the beginning.This made us see hope, so we kept our hands on.

We dug along that aperture, so a cylindrical pit with a diameter of about two meters was formed below.There is no room for so many people to stand in the pit, so we had to dig below in groups of two.The stick also brought a basket made of rattan and a coil of rope from the village. We kept filling the basket with soil, and other people used the rope to drag the basket to transport the soil outside.

Almost four hours passed, and we dug down to a depth of about ten meters.At this time, it was the stick and I who were digging below, and a torch was stuck on the earth wall next to it. The light of the fire was flickering, and the space inside was flickering and dark.Looking up from the bottom is like looking at the sky from a well. The distance is long, and it is difficult to talk to the top.

A basket of soil was pulled up again, and I leaned against the wall, panting and asked the stick: "Gang, when will we have to dig? I don't know if this will work."

The wooden stick simply sat on the ground: "Paralyzed, I'll ask who to go to. But what Master Yuan said should be right, I believe him."

I nodded, and quietly waited for the basket to come down again.But at this moment, I felt like there was wind around me.I couldn't help being stunned, this is a pit more than ten meters deep, how could there be wind?I told Mu Guner about this feeling, and Mu Guner gave me an excuse: "Don't be suspicious all the time, just be surprised, why didn't I feel it?"

Judging by what he said, it doesn't look like he's pretending.This made me doubt my feelings too.

At this time, the basket above had already come down and was hanging in the air. I raised my head and prepared to pick up the basket.At this moment, the torch next to it flickered a few times, then went out with a puff, and it became dark below, leaving only a few traces of the smell of burnt smoke.I was startled, and tremblingly asked: "Paralyzed, didn't you say there was no wind? How did the torch go out when there was no wind?"

With the faint moonlight scattered from the entrance of the cave, I saw that the face of the wooden stick was also blue and white.Apparently he realized it too.

Seeing this, I shouted loudly towards the entrance of the cave: "Master, lift the basket up, and then tie a torch down."

The voice echoed in the cave, and I don't know if Master heard it clearly.

The wind I feel is getting stronger and stronger, not the wind, but the coldness.We were in the burrow, and it felt like we were surrounded by coldness.

I saw that Mu Stick was still sitting on the ground, with that weird expression of yin and yang on his face, so I couldn't help asking: "What are you doing, get up."

Stick still sat there, indifferent.I was in a hurry, ready to go up and pull him.

Suddenly the wooden stick yelled out in a low voice: "Don't move, Yangzi."

I was startled and stopped in my tracks hastily.

Mu Zhuer said softly: "I feel something picking my ass." There was great fear in his voice, and it was clear from his face and voice that he was greatly frightened.

I cursed secretly: "Ci'ao, what else is interested in your ass."

But I also knew the seriousness of the problem. When I looked up, Master had pulled up the basket.I asked the stick softly: "Why don't you try to stand up?"

The wooden stick asked me back: "Now with this light, can you see clearly what's underneath me?"

I took a look: "So-so."

The wooden stick said: "That thing is under my buttocks. I will jump up in a while. Come here and chop it with a sword. Is that okay?"

I took another look at the position of his buttocks. Although the light is not very bright, I can see it vaguely. If there is a foreign object, I believe I can hit it with one blow.

I nodded to the wooden stick: "I think it's okay. I'll call one, two, three. When you count to three, you jump aside and I'll do it."

The wooden stick also nodded slightly at me.Gently move your legs to your sides, keeping your butt off the ground.

I gently pulled out the ink chi, held it tightly in my hand, slowly approached the wooden stick, raised the sword, and counted softly at the same time: "One,... two,..."

The stick is ready to go.

"Three!" After I shouted, the wooden stick kicked its legs, put its hands on the ground, and rushed out in the posture of a hungry tiger. Due to the excessive force, it may have hit the opposite wall, and there was a muffled groan. .

At this time, I had no time to take care of him, I saw that there was indeed something under him, and as the stick's body left, the thing exploded from the ground, sticking out for more than a foot.It looks like a hand in shape.

My sword was already waiting in mid-air, and this time, without hesitation, I slashed at that hand.

The Mo Chi Sword is indeed extraordinary, with a sharp edge, and wherever it goes, gold and iron resound.I was very accurate, the sword cut right on that arm, the blade didn't feel any hindrance, and it cut off that arm directly to the ground.

No blood, no screams.Everything was different from what I expected, the arm bounced on the ground a few times, then suddenly plunged into the ground and disappeared.At the same time, I felt that gust of wind also disappeared out of thin air.

I was greatly astonished, and Mu Stick also turned around to see all this, and he was also full of sighs.

At this moment, the basket came down again, and a torch was inserted on it, and the fire instantly illuminated the inside of the cave.

I lay down on the ground with the wooden stick and looked for it, but there was no shadow of the hand, nor did it leave a drop of blood.It's as if what just happened never happened.

Mu Stick and I looked at each other, and I said, "Let's go up first, and ask Master what to do."

Mu Stick touched his buttocks and nodded in agreement.

I laughed and said, "You got blasted?"

The wooden stick glared at me resentfully: "Paralyzed, dare to explode me, wait for me to catch it, Ciao."

Although the situation was relatively severe, I still couldn't hold back, and kept laughing while clutching my stomach.

But the wooden stick pushed me away, pulled the rope, and signaled to the top.At the same time, he wrapped the rope around his waist, and under the pull from above, he was quickly dragged into the air.He yelled at me below: "Paralyzed, if you dare to tell this matter, I won't pull you up. You can have a good laugh down there, and wait for it to come out and blast you later."

I was startled when I heard this, and looked around, but this guy didn't leave me a torch, so I grabbed my sword and shouted to the top: "No, Brother Gun, I'm just kidding you."

(End of this chapter)