On the dark path, Li Banfeng walked forward carefully, holding a feather duster.
This road is called Little Yellow Spring. The old hunter has repeatedly reminded us that this section of the road is the most dangerous and we must not go in a hurry.
There was thick fog on both sides of the path. There seemed to be weeds, trees, and even vaguely some living creatures crawling forward.
According to the old hunter, you can only walk along this path and cannot go outside the road. Even taking one more step outside can be a matter of life and death.
In addition, you must always pay attention to the wind direction when walking.
If the wind blows south, you can keep moving forward, but don't look back, because you don't know what may be following you.
If the wind blows north, you have to stop and stand still. If you take one more step, there is no telling what you will encounter.
If the wind blows east, take out some food and drinks and put them on the ground. It doesn't have to be much, just show your thoughtfulness. As long as the food and drinks disappear, you can keep moving forward.
If the wind blows westward, light a cigarette and see some fireworks. As long as the cigarette butt is not extinguished, you can continue to move forward.
If the wind direction is not right, turn around and walk backwards until the wind direction is right.
The old hunter repeated several times: "These rules were told to me by others. As for the reason behind them, I can't explain it clearly.
But I have seen people who did not follow the rules in Xiao Huangquan. Even if they made a mistake just once, they would lose their lives in the blink of an eye.
Ghosts are invisible, and when they die, they don’t even know how they died.”
Li Banfeng is still very optimistic, he can see ghosts.
But that didn't mean he wanted to watch himself die.
The rules of wind direction still need to be followed. The best tool to judge wind direction is a feather duster.
Li Banfeng walked south with a feather duster in his hand. The breeze blew southward, and the feathers fluttered southward. He walked very smoothly.
After walking for more than ten miles, the wind suddenly stopped.
Li Banfeng also stopped where he was, not knowing what to do next.
The old hunter never mentioned the situation when the wind stopped.
The old hunter said that the wind on the Little Yellow Spring will keep blowing.
Now the wind had indeed died down, and the feather duster lay motionless.
This should be considered as the wind direction being wrong, right?
Li Banfeng turned around and prepared to walk backwards when he suddenly saw a ball of green flame following behind him.
Not a group, but a road.
Countless will-o'-the-wisp fires, one cluster after another, lined up neatly in a row, following behind Li Banfeng.
It seems I shouldn't have looked back just now.
Li Banfeng was just thinking if he turned around he would be alright, when a sense of malice came towards him from the ghost fire.
Without giving it much thought, Li Banfeng immediately picked up the bloody pendulum, which was his only magic weapon that could attack the souls of the dead.
Bang!
The bloody pendulum was hit hard, and along with Li Banfeng's body, it trembled violently.
Bang bang bang!
The collision continued and Li Banfeng retreated again and again.
"Master, I can't hold on any longer!" The pendulum screamed miserably.
Li Banfeng opened the door of his room with one hand and threw away the key, but did not close the door.
Since you are here to deliver food, I will not be polite.
Clusters of will-o'-the-wisp followed in and lingered in the room for a long time, but the record player did not move.
Li Banfeng dodged left and right in the main room, calling out repeatedly: "Madam, it's time for dinner!"
Wheezing! Wheezing!
The record player finally responded: "My husband, please go to the outer room and wait for a while. I have been hungry for many days, and my eating manners are a little indecent. I don't want my husband to see it."
"We are the only couple here, why do you still care about this?"
Li Banfeng didn't understand the intention of the record player, and he had no way to go to the outer room now.
A dozen ghosts are responsible for the attack, a dozen ghosts are responsible for the support, and a dozen ghosts are responsible for blocking the route.
These ghosts moved in an orderly manner and coordinated well, just like a well-trained army, making it difficult for Li Banfeng to resist.
What's wrong with you, lady?
I'm back from shopping, why is she not active at all?
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
The sound of the piano slowly began.
With a crackling noise, the record player started to sing a song:
In spring the grass grows, and the battle-jacket is sewed with fine seams.
In summer, red flowers bloom and drums and horns sound.
In autumn, yellow leaves fall, and the enemy's head is taken in front of the battle.
In winter, snow flies and blood is shed to commemorate the heroes.
Phew~
The sound of the wind was so real, as if there was really wind in my house.
He could hear the lady's singing in the wind. It was the most beautiful song Li Banfeng had ever heard.
What song is this?
Maybe we shouldn't dwell on this issue. No matter what song my wife sings, it can calm the dead souls.
These well-trained ghosts were no exception. They immediately stopped their actions, stood in a neat line, and listened silently to the songs on the record player.
A cloud of steam spewed out and pushed open the door to the outer room.
Li Banfeng understood, went into the house and closed the door.
He took out the string earrings and listened carefully to the sounds outside the door.
The song continued, and he vaguely heard sobbing, the sobbing of the dead souls.
There were just one or two sounds at first, then gradually they became a large sound. Dozens of ghosts that had entered the house seemed to be sobbing.
Were they moved by their wife’s singing?
Just because you were touched?
After the song was over, the record player began to speak:
"I had planned to never see you again, but I finally saw you here.
You can't pay back what you owe me, and you don't have to pay it back.
Go away, and don't touch that man anymore."
Madam, do you know them?
Do you know these wandering ghosts in the new land?
Li Banfeng was just stunned when he saw the door of the outer room opened.
Dozens of ghost lights were lined up, waiting for Li Banfeng to open the door.
The wife resumed her usual singing style, singing in a slow tempo: "Hey, husband, I don't know how long these resentful ghosts have been dead. They are old and frail, bitter and spicy, and really hard to swallow. Send them away quickly."
Li Banfeng was silent for a moment and nodded.
Li Banfeng heard what the record player had just said to these ghosts.
The record player also knew that Li Banfeng had heard it all.
But Li Banfeng didn't ask any more questions. He opened the door and walked out of Suishenju with a group of ghosts.
As soon as I walked out the door, before I had time to pick up the key, a large ghost fire came out again.
The ghost fires that came out of the house circled around Li Banfeng, forcing back the ghost fires outside. After Li Banfeng picked up the key, they protected Li Banfeng all the way south.
Inside the Suishen Residence, Honglian spoke up: "Seeing an old friend, does your heart feel like it's being ripped out?"
The record player also sneered: "If you want to mock me, you have to step on the point. Do I still have the heart?"
The red lotus petals slightly opened and closed, as if still mocking the record player: "You are the only one who knows whether you have a heart or not. What have they done to you? Can you forget it? When you had the chance to take revenge, you didn't take action, and actually let them go?"
huff!
huff!
"What would it matter if I killed them? What would it matter if I didn't take revenge? It's because I don't care anymore."
…
Li Banfeng was escorted by a group of dead souls and walked a full hundred miles.
Lanyang Village is not big, but the area of this new land is too vast!
The narrow path became wider and wider, and as the cold fog slowly dissipated, the surrounding area turned into an open wilderness.
Li Banfeng walked out of Xiaohuangquan.
The rest of the road was all flat, and they would occasionally encounter some strange creatures, but fortunately their levels were not too high, and Li Banfeng was able to avoid them using his skills of seeking good fortune and avoiding danger.
After running wildly in the wilderness for two hours, Li Banfeng saw a large area of orange trees.
From a distance, these orange trees looked no different from the orange trees Li Banfeng was familiar with, except that they had more leaves and the oranges were slightly bigger.
When he got closer, Li Banfeng realized what the problem was.
These orange trees are more than ten meters tall, and each orange is about fifty centimeters in diameter, much larger than the normal oranges that Li Banfeng understood.
For the old hunters in Lanyang Village, the orange grove is a serious and good place.
The oranges in this orange grove are edible, rich in sugar and oil, which is a very rare food source in Xindi.
Orange peel is a very precious spice and is very valuable. In Ma Wu, a pound of orange peel can be sold for eight hundred yuan.
In addition to orange peels, there are also orange maggots (a pest that parasitizes oranges). The orange maggots in this orange grove can be used as medicine and are very effective in treating external injuries. A high-quality orange maggot can be sold for two hundred yuan in Ma Wu.
In addition to orange maggots, there are also weevils, which are weevils. The weevils in this orange grove have very long nose needles, which are excellent tools for acupuncture. One weevil needle can be sold for more than 500 yuan.
In the orange grove, you can peel oranges, look for orange maggots, and catch weevils, but you can't go too far, especially not damaging the orange trees. In the words of an old hunter, this is called "look up at the trees and look down at the seedlings."
Some hunters come to the orange grove to catch orange maggots. They simply cut down the orange trees, pick all the oranges, and crush them one by one to look for the maggots.
Such people will die, but no one knows exactly how they die.
There are also people who, in order to peel oranges, pick thousands of kilograms of oranges, regardless of whether they are green or yellow, peel the skin and waste all the orange flesh. Such people will also die.
There are also hunters who come to catch elephant beetles, but they think they are in the way, so they bring sickles to clear the way and cut down all the orange saplings. Such people will also die.
To put it simply, as long as you use the oranges in moderation and don't damage them excessively, there will be no problem in the orange grove.
The old hunter told Li Banfeng that the blue-leaf poplar might suddenly appear among the orange trees. There is a big difference between poplar trees and orange trees. As long as you look carefully, you will definitely not make a mistake.
Li Banfeng walked in the orange orchard for two hours and found no other tree species except orange trees.
After a tiring day of walking, Li Banfeng went back to his residence early to rest.
As soon as I entered the door, a cloud of warm steam hit me in the face, just like being hugged tightly by my wife.
"My husband, you've had a hard time along the way."
"My dear husband, please take off your clothes and change them. I will wash them for you."
"My dear husband, the hot water is ready. I will serve you to take a bath."
"My husband, if you want to feel comfortable, just enjoy yourself in the bath, and I will clean up after you."
Because he had concealed some things from Li Banfeng and had let down Li Banfeng's kindness, the rapper felt guilty and spoke particularly gently tonight.
Li Banfeng ignored the record player and squatted down to look for something in the cabinet.
huff~ huff~
There was a hint of nervousness in her singing: "My dear husband, are you angry with me? I know you have worked hard to buy vegetables, but I just can't muster up an appetite today. Please don't blame me. I'll apologize to you."
Li Banfeng took out an oil bottle from the cabinet and said with a smile: "I didn't blame my wife. I just felt that my wife didn't speak smoothly today. I guess she was a little stuck. I wanted to add some oil to my wife."
The record player was a little flustered, and the lyrics were a little off-tune: "My husband, we can talk it over. There is no need to add oil. It's all smooth here."
Li Banfeng didn't allow any explanation. He picked up the oil bottle, walked behind the record player and opened the cover.
The record player hurriedly explained: "My dear, I really don't need oil.
My husband, please listen to me. I am not hiding anything from you on purpose, nor am I being rude. Those people are indeed old acquaintances, but I really don't want to bring up the past again.
My husband, if you insist on applying oil, it’s fine, but you have to use an oil brush, nothing else!
My husband~
Husband~"
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