Luo Fengtang did not accept Yang Yongzhi's kindness, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for reminding me, I will make up my mind."

As for why he wanted to go there, he just had a feeling that the most dangerous place might be the most likely place.

Because he hasn't found this area yet, this is a bit weird.

But he couldn't express this feeling for fear of scaring Qing'er and the others.

"gone!"

After saying these words, Luo Fengtang picked up his sword and left as fast as flying.

Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi felt a little ashamed of their timidity.

But they couldn't convince themselves to follow. They didn't dare, they really didn't dare.

That year I went to move the grave of Yang Hualin, and there were about twenty old and young men there, playing and playing, just to embolden each other.

It was clearly a sunny day when we went in, and there was still sun and wind.

But the further you go, the dimmer the surrounding light becomes, especially the forest inside, which is full of strange-shaped trees. You can't even tell how old they are in a bunch of big trees.

Anyway, two or three people holding hands cannot hug the tree with its thick trunk.

Leaves cover the sky and the sun all year round, blocking the sun above your head, so the light gets darker the further inside you go. In the end, it's clear that it's sunny outside, but it's like night falls inside.

Various strange birds and beasts that cannot be seen in the mountains outside flash past with their green eyes. A snake suddenly falls from the branch above your head and wraps around your neck like a cold scarf.

…

This does not count, because that place used to be a mass grave. So many men, women, and children in Jiangjiapo were wiped out almost overnight, and 80% of the corpses were buried there.

On top of it, people from ten miles and eight villages were buried one after another, and their graves were raised, so if you walked on the ground for a while, you might have stumbled on something.

After you kick it a few times, you will find that there is a coffin board blocking the middle of the road.

If you walk further forward, you may find that there seems to be a person in front of you, and his clothes are blown by the wind blowing from nowhere in the forest.

At this time, when you go forward, you will find that there is a person there? It is the clothes buried in the cemetery that were dug out by wild beasts, and then blown to the branches of the trees by the wind...

It's possible to kick a skull under your feet.

In short, that place exudes a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, and the air is filled with the smell of decay. It is not a place where living people should go.

"Tang Yazi is too stubborn and won't listen to advice. I'm really worried about him."

Yang Yongzhi looked at the direction Luo Fengtang left, his voice anxious and heavy.

Yang Huaming also looked worried, "Let's wait here. If we can't wait for the others to come back later, let's go into the mountains together to Jiangjiapo!"

"Fourth uncle, third brother, you don't have to worry too much, Tang Yazi has his own sense of proportion."

Yang Ruoqing walked over, glanced at the two of them, and then looked towards the shade of the foothills, towards Jiangjiapo.

"Tang Yazi insisted on entering Jiangjiapo. It's not that he didn't listen to the advice, but that he guessed that there was a high possibility that Sheng Nan would go there." She added.

"Why?" Yang Huaming and the others were confused.

Yang Ruoqing sighed softly, "Shengnan's mother, Jiaojiao's grandma, is buried in Jiangjiapo."

He and Duoer left in anger because of a few quarrels. A man has many ways to vent his emotions.

Meet your brothers for a drink.

But his brother is no longer here.

Chatting with a buddy?

His character is destined to have few buddies.

What's more, even if it were true, it would be impossible for people to leave their wives and children in the hot bed to talk nonsense with you late at night.

So after thinking about it, maybe he wanted to visit his mother's grave out of extreme boredom.

It has only been three years since his mother passed away this year, and her grave has not yet been moved, so she still remains in Jiangjiapo.

"Qing'er, how is this possible? His mother is dead, why go to the grave to talk to her?" Mrs. Liu stretched her head over and heard every word she should have heard.

She curled her lips, her face full of disbelief.

Yang Ruoqing didn't argue with her, but just talked about one thing quietly: "There was a ninety-five-year-old man who had been missing for five days. His family searched everywhere but couldn't find him. They all thought that the old man might have died there.

It’s outside.”

"On the sixth day, he was found. He was lying on the grave of his mother, who had died many years ago. He was still alive."

"When the family carried him down the mountain, the ninety-five-year-old man was still yelling that he would not go back, saying that this was his home, and that his mother asked him to come here..."

When Yang Ruoqing said this, her original intention was to tell everyone that no matter how old a man is, there is still a little boy living in his heart.

When he is frustrated or depressed, he may be able to find some comfort by staying and sitting with his mother.

However, when Liu heard this, it had another meaning.

Moreover, it is also dyed with a strong color of horror!

"Oh my god, could it be his damn ghost mother who summoned him? That's not good. I heard from the older generation that those who are summoned like this won't live long..."

"Fourth Aunt!" A glance glanced at Mrs. Liu like a cold blade, and the second half of Mrs. Liu's words was immediately choked back in her throat.

Mrs. Liu was stunned and hurriedly explained: "I, I am not a man who wins the curse, I just say whatever I want..."

Yang Huaming came over and covered Mr. Liu's mouth with his hand: "Okay, okay, shut up. The more you talk, the more chaotic you become!"

Mrs. Liu was too frightened to move. Her eyes stared at Yang Ruoqing from above Yang Huaming's palm, like a child who had done something wrong begging for forgiveness.

Seeing Mrs. Liu's appearance, Yang Ruoqing didn't want to embarrass her anymore. Besides, as the fourth aunt herself said, she was a person who said whatever she wanted without any malice or curse.

"Fourth Aunt, we can only talk about these speculations behind our backs. We can't say anything in front of Xiaoduo, otherwise she will worry to death. Do you understand the serious relationship between them?"

Yang Ruoqing came to Mrs. Liu, stared into Mrs. Liu's eyes, and asked each word.

Mrs. Liu nodded vigorously and blinked vigorously.

Yang Ruoqing waved her hand, signaling Yang Huaming to let go and stop covering her like this.

Yang Huaming gave Mr. Liu a warning look again before letting go.

Ms. Liu regained her freedom, breathing heavily and no longer daring to say a word.

Yang Huaming said to Yang Yongzhi: "Let's go get ready and go to Jiangjiapo to find Tang Yazi. We can't let him go to that kind of place alone."

Although Yang Yongzhi was afraid in his heart, after hearing the story Yang Ruoqing told about the old man, he did not dare to hesitate any longer and gritted his teeth: "I will go to Sheng Nan's father to ask for two hatchets."

Yang Ruoqing stopped the two of them.

"Fourth uncle, third brother, please don't go now. Even if you go now, you will be catching up with Tang Yazi."

"If you get lost again, it will be even worse. Let Tang Yazi go by himself. He will be able to stay by his side and nothing will happen to him."
Chapter completed!