Chapter 186 Voices from the underworld

There are too many corpses of yellow-skinned people. They are almost all over the mountain, making the originally green mountain look orange-yellow, with an indescribable evil and weirdness.

I took a deep breath, then carried Sister Hong down the mountain again and walked to another mountain. 7K妏敩

Since strange things have happened on these two mountains, Sister Hong must not be buried here anymore.

Sister Hong was killed by someone, and she has resentment in her heart. If she is disturbed again, it is inevitable that the body will be raised.

Our village is already chaotic enough now. If another vicious corpse appears, it will be even more chaotic.

After climbing two hills in a row with a corpse in my arms, my strength had seriously declined. Although I had not yet exhausted myself, my legs were sore and I was a little out of breath.

I stopped and took a few deep breaths, then looked up at the last hill, only to find that the fog was too heavy and visibility was less than ten meters. The entire hill was shrouded in fog, making it hard to see clearly and adding a sense of mystery to it.

However, at this moment, I suddenly heard a wailing sound. The sound was extremely painful, and it continued in the cold wind, just like the painful howling of a tortured person before dying.

The sound made my scalp tingle, and a hairy, cold breath rose from the soles of my feet and spread throughout my body in an instant.

"This sound... seems to come from the hill in front?"

I swallowed with horror.

The first hill was full of corpses of villagers, and the second hill was full of corpses of yellow-skinned people. So, what was on the third hill?

Could it be... imprisoned living people? Who

were the imprisoned people? Were they the survivors of our village, or something else?

When I thought of this, I was immediately I shuddered.

If it is as I guessed, then these three hills are no longer suitable for burying people.

But the back hill is not peaceful now, and it is obviously unrealistic to bury Sister Hong there.

I frowned, then looked down at Sister Hong in my arms, and murmured in a low voice: "Sister Hong, in this emergency, I have to inconvenience you for now. If I can get out alive, I will come back and bury you in a proper manner. "

After I finished speaking, I carried Sister Hong's body to a pit. After putting Sister Hong in, I looked at her deeply, then gritted my teeth, raised my feet and stomped hard beside the pit.

The soil near this hilltop is already soft. At this moment, I stomped my feet hard, and the mud around the pit immediately scattered, and in just a moment, Sister Hong's body was buried underneath.

Afterwards, I built a small grave for Sister Hong with my bare hands.

Looking at the small grave in front of me, I immediately felt sad, gritted my teeth and trembled and said, "Sister Hong, so many things have happened in the village, Qian Yu no longer has the ability to build a coffin for you, so I can only let you down like this for now. "

After saying that, I bowed to Sister Hong's small grave, then turned around and walked towards the last hill.

When I buried Sister Hong just now, the painful wailing sound kept coming out. At first, I couldn't hear it clearly, but as time went by, I immediately heard it clearly. The voice didn't speak the language of the human world. However

, if a person doesn't speak the language of the human world, what is he saying? What language does it speak?

Most importantly, what kind of person is a person who doesn't speak human language?

At this moment, I was both afraid and curious about this mountain. I

was afraid because the wailing was too weird.

I was curious about what was on this mountain?

The mastermind left the bodies of a human and a yellow-skinned man on the first two mountains. Although they were all corpses, , but the species are different, and what will be on the third mountain?

And what is his purpose in doing this? Is it

really that simple to just want to break the Feng Shui here?

My intuition tells me that the arrangement here is definitely not that simple. I even suspect that these three mountains are very likely the eye of the deadly Feng Shui formation that covers an area of ​​ten miles.

With this thought, I once again I quickened my pace, and after about ten minutes, I finally arrived at the foot of the third mountain.

Compared with the first two mountains, this mountain is the highest, about twenty meters high.

But the fog is too heavy. Standing at the foot of the mountain, I can only see the mountainside. Going up, it is shrouded in thick fog.

And in the rolling fog, the painful wails are still heard intermittently.

"The yin energy here seems to be obviously thicker than other places, and the fog is also thicker. What is on the top of this mountain? "

I looked at the misty mountain with curiosity, but the next moment, my heart was suddenly shocked.

The intermittent wailing suddenly became clear, and I instantly realized that this was not the sound of one person, but several voices overlapping.

One of the voices was full of pain and despair, and the other voice was cursing loudly.

But these two voices were not the weirdest. The weirdest one was the last one.

That voice was sinister . It sounded eerie, as if he was saying something, and it felt like an old monk was chanting.

But the strange thing was that I couldn't understand what he was saying at all. The language was obscure and difficult to understand, and the pronunciation was extremely strange. Every syllable seemed to be filled with the breath of death.

It felt as if this was not a voice from the human world, but... from the underworld!

I was instantly terrified, my skin tensed up, and my heart was beating wildly.

"Whose voice is this, and what is he saying? Why do I suddenly have a... palpitation?" "

When I heard the eerie voice, my heart seemed to be in chaos, and even my soul began to tremble.

It was as if the voice was a soul-sucking sound, and my three souls and seven spirits were about to be hooked away.

I swallowed with a "gulp", and then I could no longer suppress the curiosity in my heart, and walked towards the top of the mountain as if possessed by a ghost.

The fog here is too heavy, making the mountain road extremely slippery, and the weird sound accompanied by painful wails and angry curses continues to ring. I walked very carefully along the way, as if walking on thin ice, for fear that my mind would be completely attracted by the weird sound and I would accidentally slip and fall.

It was only a distance of 20 meters, but I walked for nearly an hour. When I reached the top of the mountain and saw the scenery of the top of the mountain through the thick fog, I felt as if I was struck by lightning and was stunned in an instant.