Dongzi is a boy from a neighbor's house. Boys develop later than girls and are smaller in stature. However, they are really a wild boy. He is buried and blinded day by day. Every time he hides, Haiyue is most disturbed.

Headache.

One time during their game, it was Dong Zizang's turn, and the group of seven or eight children searched around the entire village several times, even going through the huts from house to house, but no trace was found. Until the children really had no interest in playing anymore.

After returning home, the naughty boy was still nowhere to be seen, so Dongzi's mother became anxious, so Dongzi asked the Xijia about it. Finally, she learned from a crazy woman that she looked at Dongzi and seemed to have run away to the northwest of the village.

When Dongzi Niang heard this, she was so frightened that she sat on the ground and cried loudly, saying that my poor baby is in danger this time, and I can't collect the body for you. I'm sorry for you...

This crying noise woke up everyone in the village in the middle of the night, and they quickly went to ask what was going on. Xiao Haiyue also followed to see. She asked Xiao Man, Dongzi used to hide around everywhere, and occasionally followed adults.

We went into the mountains to hunt roe deer. We must have played too much in the mountains and lost track of time. Why are you crying? Isn't this the beginning of mourning before a person dies?

Xiaoman pulled her aside and whispered: "Sister, you don't know, we can go anywhere in our village. Even if you go into Bren Mountain (Xiaoxing'an Mountains) to play, it will be fine as long as you don't go too deep, but I'm afraid you will go there."

Nagada in the northwest is a forbidden area, a mass grave. I don’t know how many years ago. Even my father and mother dare not go there. It’s so old-fashioned. There are yellow skins everywhere. No one can go there.

Come back alive."

In fact, although yellow skins are rumored to be evil in the Xing'an Mountains, yellow skins are not as scary as the legends say. There are even some hunters who specialize in hunting yellow skins in the mountains, peeling off the skins and selling them. Of course, no one can kill the larger yellow skins.

If you dare to move, you won't be able to find a trace even if you want to fight. The old and young ancestors of Hulatun'er have lived this way, and they are not so afraid of Huang Pizi. She expected that this matter was not that simple and could not be groundless.

Xiaoman said that a few years ago, a family lost its donkey. The man from that family was called Dalku, who was famously bold in the village. He never paid attention to the rumors about the mass graves in the forbidden area, and went looking for them with a shotgun and a hatchet on his back.

After walking over, no one could persuade him. Dalku didn't return all night. In the morning, all the young and middle-aged men in the village were under the old trees, hesitating whether to look for Dalku. At this moment, they saw Dalku leading a donkey.

Came back from the mass grave.

Everyone hurriedly gathered around. But no matter how they asked, Dalku just lowered his head and said nothing. Among them was Xiaoman's father, Ge Leng. Dalku's eyes were very blurry, and he couldn't see any energy at all.

It looks extremely hollow and walks very stiffly, just like the legendary zombies in the Xing'an Mountains.

The old people said that Dalku might have been fascinated by Huang Pizi last night and saw something he shouldn't have seen. Now he has lost two of his three souls. If he can't recruit the soul back to its place, he may not survive for a few days. What?

To summon souls? You must go to the place where the soul was lost. But since it is a forbidden area in Hulatun, who dares to go there? No one knows when this forbidden area was left. They only know that it is the ancestral teaching.
Chapter completed!