Mountain Ghost Crying He also likes you, that's why he regards me as his love rival...
"Brother Zhou?" Wen Zichuan knelt on the sleeping bag, not knowing what he was going to do.
"Pants." Cheng Sizhou's face turned cold, leaving him no chance to refuse.
"Ah?" Wen Zichuan was a little embarrassed, but this kind of thing could be done at night. Now that everyone was watching them, the two of them hid in the same tent. Those who didn't know would think they were very... hungry.
Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Cheng Sizhou decided to do it himself.
Wen Zichuan put his hands on his waist: "I, I can do it myself."
The waist of his pants was pulled down to his hips, and Cheng Sizhou used a flashlight to take a look. Fortunately, there was only redness and swelling, but no bruises.
Although Wen Zichuan tried his best to cover up his tracks while walking into the mountains, he would reveal clues no matter how hard he tried as he climbed high and jumped down from time to time.
Cheng Sizhou was watching him all the time, so it was impossible for him not to notice.
"The medicine is ready. If I don't tell you, how long are you going to keep it a secret?" He bent forward, dissolved the medicinal oil for treating bruises and injuries in his palm, and then pressed it on the injured area, rubbing it gently.
Wen Zichuan leaned into the crook of his neck: "Xiao Liang didn't mean it."
Cheng Sizhou lowered his voice and shouted, "Who cares if it's intentional or not? If you're hurt or uncomfortable, just say it."
"I said, will you not bring me here?" Wen Zichuan felt aggrieved.
Cheng Sizhou was silent. If Zichuan had not insisted, he really didn't want to take him into the mountains.
In his opinion, Zichuan should stay away from these things, return to his own path, and live for himself.
"I don't just want to help you," Wen Zichuan noticed a drop of sweat running down his face and kissed him, "I also want to be a first-rate contributor."
Even though their relationship was like this, Cheng Sizhou still felt flustered by this sentence. He left the tent in a hurry after saying, "You stay with your mother tonight. I'm next door. Call me if you need anything."
There were four tents set up on Maoer Rock, one for Lin Hanzhen and Wen Zichuan, one for Cheng Sizhou, one for Zhou Han and Xu Jiaxuan, and Han Zhao and the Liu brothers took turns to keep watch, sharing one tent to facilitate shift changes.
After nightfall, Wen Zichuan chatted with his mother for a while, but Lin Hanzhen had always had trouble sleeping, and chatting too much would actually make it harder for her to fall asleep.
He let his mother sleep first while he went to the bathroom, then turned around and went into Cheng Sizhou's tent.
Cheng Sizhou really didn't sleep, but he didn't do anything else either. He just lay flat on his back with his head tilted back, thinking about nothing, until a little ancestor wrapped in moonlight rushed in and rode on him without saying a word.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Sizhou wanted to get angry but broke down in a second and smiled.
"I don't want to disturb my mother, so I can only disturb you." Wen Zichuan leaned forward and almost bumped his nose with hers.
"You come down first." Cheng Sizhou turned his face away.
"I won't." Wen Zichuan took the initiative and was very proud.
Although they were separated by a sleeping bag, his legs were pressing against Cheng Sizhou's legs on the left and right. Cheng Sizhou seemed to see that the seagull that died in the fire was showing signs of recovery. He didn't dare to move, but just kept his eyes open, with a look of despair in his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" It was dark in the tent. Wen Zichuan felt that the atmosphere was not right, but he could not see his expression clearly.
The next second, Cheng Sizhou jumped up like an agile leopard and pinned him down.
Wen Zichuan instinctively raised his hand and touched his arm. Due to his posture, there were clear muscle lines there.
"It's only been a short time, and you've already mastered it?" He blushed for some unknown reason.
"Just one thing, to cope with this trip into the mountains." Cheng Sizhou took the initiative and stared at him.
"Are you doing this to deal with going into the mountains? You are clearly using it to deal with me." Wen Zichuan pushed him, but didn't move.
"...So, do you like it?"
Wen Zichuan's heart was beating like a drum. He always felt that Brother Zhou had become much more enthusiastic since his mother told them to live a good life together.
He was a little surprised and a little shocked, and felt dizzy as if he was short of oxygen. No matter how rational he was, he couldn't escape the body's instinctive reaction.
The atmosphere was such that it was natural for the two of them to exchange a kiss.
However, there seemed to be some movement outside, followed by rustling, and it seemed that everyone was awakened.
"Is it... crying?" Wen Zichuan shrank his shoulders and listened carefully again.
It sounds like crying.
The cry sounded like a woman's, a child's, and also like the night cry of some kind of owl. It was high-pitched and mournful, echoing in the valley again and again.
"Don't be afraid, I'll go out and take a look first." Cheng Sizhou kissed his forehead, stood up and went out.
The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains is huge. When the wind blows through the dense forest, the dark green color almost blends into the deep night.
There is no large area of vegetation on Maoer Rock, but no one knows what is hidden in the bushes underfoot.
Except for Wen Zichuan, everyone else came out of the tent and saw the tree on the left shaking violently, and then a black shadow disappeared into the bushes on the right.
Xu Jiaxuan hid behind Zhou Han, revealing half of his face: "What is that thing? Is it a human or a ghost?"
Han Zhao heard this and sneered, "Ghost? Where in the world are there ghosts?"
The Liu brothers threw over a military machete, which was originally used to cut through the vines blocking the way, but Longji Mountain is a sparsely populated nature reserve after all, so it can also come in handy against some large animals.
"Children, go to the back." Liu Yufeng said.
Wen Zichuan couldn't wait in the tent all the time, so he ran out and stood next to Cheng Sizhou.
Cheng Sizhou consciously opened his arms slightly to protect him and Lin Hanzhen behind him.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, making the trees rustle, and the crying in the wind became more shrill, like a sharp steel cable repeatedly grinding against people's auditory nerves.
If it were the villagers picking mushrooms, they would definitely be scared if they heard such a noise.
Just like what Mo Ming said in his story, Xiao Liang went into the mountains to pick mushrooms, encountered a wild monster, and went crazy after returning.
But most of the people in front of him were bold and confident materialists. They said there were ghosts in the mountains and forests, and Han Zhao and his friends wanted to catch the ghosts and chop them into pieces to eat with wine.
Cheng Sizhou was given a headache by the crying. He pressed his temples and looked at the boundless mountains and forests. There seemed to be a familiar shape hidden among the intertwined branches.
"It's not a ghost, it's a human," he said.
"Yes, it is indeed a human." Zhou Han has always been perceptive.
Since it was a human, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. In a place like this, wild beasts are more difficult to deal with than humans.
"How many people can hide in the woods?" Han Zhao laughed roguely. "Everyone, now that you're here, show yourself."
Another gust of cold wind blew by, and the crying sounds in the woods suddenly changed their pitch, sometimes high and sometimes low, like an alienated version of the chirping of cicadas.
Cheng Sizhou was alert to his surroundings, protecting the Wen family mother and son as they retreated, leaving enough distance for defense.
He speculated that the vested interests headed by Zhang Hongliang were able to conceal the truth for more than 20 years and fabricate the car accident and fall off the cliff case, so he probably had a backup plan in Mutao Town or Longji Mountain.
And the "backup plan" must be aimed at himself. Since he is the bait, he should not hurt irrelevant people.
Han Zhao gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, and he and Liu Yufeng and Liu Yufu turned their backs to the others, forming a fan-shaped defense zone.
Zhou Han picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it towards the bushes in front of him. Then he heard a faint muffled sound, proving that the platform was covered with thick vegetation.
"It's more than one person high and not easy to climb. You should retreat." He said to Han Zhao and the Liu brothers that if someone jumped out of the woods and attacked them head-on, they would at least have to climb up this platform that was more than one person high.
Anyone with normal IQ would not choose such an unreasonable approach as "attacking from below". Not only is there no chance of success, but it will also expose one's own flaws to the opponent.
The forest gradually became quiet. The ghost cries and dark shadows disappeared. The moon was shining brightly in the sky, and the only sound among the trees was the intermittent chirping of insects.
"No movement?" Han Zhao was furious. "What do you mean? Are you kidding us?"
Xu Jiaxuan was young after all, and still a little scared: "Then, can we still sleep?"
"Sleep, of course you have to. If you don't sleep, how will you have the strength to travel tomorrow?" Han Zhao put away his saber. "Ignore these people who are trying to be mysterious. The three of us will take turns to keep watch. You can sleep when you need to."
Wen Zichuan supported Lin Hanzhen. The most urgent thing was to send his mother back to the tent to rest.
Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out from the crevice of the mountain behind him, with a sharpened wooden spike pointing directly at Cheng Sizhou's face!
"Be careful!!" Han Zhao had no time to come over and could only shout.
It’s said to be late, but it’s almost time!
Lin Hanzhen tugged at Cheng Sizhou, leading him off course. The man's attack missed and he tried to stab again, but Lin Hanzhen decisively stepped in front of Cheng Sizhou: "That Tianliang!"
The man's target was not her. The tip of the spear just stopped at her throat, and then he withdrew his force.
Only then did everyone realize that the man's head was covered with a piece of black cloth that was so dirty that the texture could not be seen, and only a pair of eyes were visible from two holes.
In those eyes, there was no impulse and viciousness that the criminal had when he hurt someone, but panic, fear, excitement and despair.
Han Zhao stepped forward to subdue him, and he threw the wooden spike at him like a javelin!
Taking advantage of the moment when Han Zhao dodged, he turned around and jumped off the platform, hiding in the bushes.
"Don't chase him." Zhou Han reminded him, "He's in the dark, we're in the light, be careful of traps."
"It's Xiao Liang." Wen Zichuan noticed the two limping steps he took before jumping down. "Mom, what did you just call him?"
Lin Hanzhen turned around, her expression solemn. "If I'm not mistaken, that Xiao Liang is the son of Wu Heng, the head of the Tomb Guarding Clan, and Captain Zhao Huan, Tian Liang."
"He's in Dragon Ridge Mountain. Are the Wu Heng tribe leader and the captain also in Dragon Ridge Mountain?!"
Faced with her son's questions, Lin Hanzhen did not dare to make any rash conclusions.
In her mind, Beiling Village, though not wealthy, was a paradise. Children in the tribe were taught knowledge and etiquette by shamans, and every major festival was a grand ceremony, requiring everyone to purify their bodies and minds to show respect for their ancestors.
If Wu Heng were still alive, how could she allow Tian Liang to be covered in dirt, act crazy, and live in the mountains like a savage?
Cheng Sizhou supported Lin Hanzhen from the other side: "Auntie, his target is me. As long as I'm here, he will definitely show up again. Next time, call him and ask about his parents."
Under the moonlight, Lin Hanzhen's face became paler and paler. She nodded and went back to the tent.
Wen Zichuan was holding back something in his heart, and he had to squeeze in with Cheng Sizhou: "Why is Xiao Liang targeting you? When he was at Dr. Mo's house, he seemed to be very hostile to you."
"I don't know." Cheng Sizhou moved to make some space for him.
"Do you think Xiao Liang is pretending to be crazy? Is there a traitor among the tomb-keepers? He brought the archaeological team into the ancient tomb. Are they actually in the same group?"
"In 1997, Xiao Liang was only six or seven years old. It's unlikely."
"Oh, yeah, he's so young, so could he have been tricked? Tricked into leading the way?"
"How could the archaeological team be so stupid as to trick the clan leader's son into leading the way? Wouldn't that lead them into a ditch?"
Wen Zichuan thought that Brother Zhou was right, and his wild guess was simply not true.
When he reacted, he realized that he was being mocked as a fool again: "Then tell me, why is Xiao Liang hostile to you?"
Cheng Sizhou paused for a moment before saying, "Maybe he likes you too and sees me as his rival in love."
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