Chapter 234 Solve the strange craze on Qingshan, but give the credit to others
On the edge of Humen City, stands a solitary peak called Qingshan,
Although its name contains "Qingshan" "" is a word that seems to be nature's ruthless mockery of the past prosperity.
Because at this moment, it has long lost its past greenness and vitality, and has been covered with a dead gray-brown coat.
This mountain was once a shining pearl on the edge of the city. It was evergreen all year round, with lush forests, and the forest paths echoed with laughter and laughter.
It was a place where countless families went on weekend outings and shared family love. The place of choice for fun.
In spring, wild flowers bloom.
In summer, the green shade blocks out the sun.
The autumn wind blows and the forests are dyed.
After the winter snow, it is covered with silver.
However, a sudden wave of evil spirits, like dark clouds covering the sun, instantly shrouded this paradise in endless darkness and terror.
That day, the sun was still bright, but it could not shine deep into the green mountains.
The evil spirits surged out like a tide, destroying all life wherever they passed.
Those figures who once laughed and ran on this land were, without exception, swallowed up. Invisible, leaving only silence and despair.
When the frenzy was finally suppressed by powerful force, and the evil spirits were expelled one by one,
Although Qingshan returned to calm, it could never regain its former appearance.
The new plants are no longer vibrant green, but a sickly gray-brown color. They grow twistedly, with iron-like branches and winding vines, but none of them can straighten their waists. Rod.
These plants have lost their vitality, leaving only the desolation and desolation of death, which is daunting.
Stepping into the Qingshan Mountains, even in the hot summer, you can feel an unusual chill, with a biting coldness.
At the foot of the mountain, the cold wind blows on the face, which is in sharp contrast with the high temperature outside, as if they are two completely different worlds.
On both sides of the mountain road, the ground is as hard as stone, and every step makes people feel chilly. The feeling of squeezing their feet is more like nature's warning to intruders, reminding people that this place has already reached its peak. It is no longer the paradise it once was.
It was quiet all around, with only the occasional sound of wind echoing in the empty valley, making it even more eerie and strange.
Looking up to the top of the mountain, I saw clouds and mist, looming.
The power of Chuhe's soul surged out like a tide,
covering the entire green mountain in an instant.
Chuhe also understood that the reason why the mountain became like this
is because the whole mountain still retains the strange power that has not been expelled, and this strange power It has been integrated with the entire green mountain.
If these strange forces are completely eliminated, this mountain will become a dead mountain,
Not even the twisted gray-brown plant could grow.
The person who was responsible for cleaning up the Qingshan must have also noticed this,
and finally made the decision to let the Qingshan remain in this weird appearance.
Even so, there are no tourists on this mountain.
What happened in Qingshan back then caused a sensation in the entire Great Xia Empire and left a deep shadow on the local residents.
Even though it is now safe, they dare not set foot here.
Even according to local folk rumors, many cries can be heard from this mountain every night,
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The cries include men and women, old and young.
They are all caused by the resentment and lingering souls of those who were killed in the evil spirit craze.
With such false rumors, no one dared to come.
Under the guidance of Gao Lizheng, they soon arrived at a cemetery.
At the main entrance of this cemetery,
hangs an old plaque with the four characters "Qingshan Cemetery" written on it.
Before entering, you can see many tombstones arranged neatly and orderly, and small earthen bags are scattered in an orderly manner.
But there are no weeds on the soil bag.
Obviously, someone has been taking care of it carefully to maintain the current appearance of this cemetery.
At the entrance to the cemetery, there is a small wooden cabin.
There is a clothesline at the door of the wooden house with clothes hanging on it.
Obviously someone lives here. This must be the tombkeeper Gao Lizheng mentioned.
Maybe I heard the noise coming from the door,
The wooden door of the wooden house creaked as someone pushed it open from the inside.
A well-proportioned middle-aged man came out. The man was wearing black clothes, black pants, and black cloth shoes. His hair was clean and not messy.
The face is plain and the figure is slightly thin.
"Gao Lizheng?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment when he saw Gao Lizheng. He obviously recognized him, but he did not expect Gao Lizheng to come here.
"You took over?"
The middle-aged man was stunned again and said: "I feel the old man's breath in you."
"The old man is dead. He taught me the skills of a papermaker," Gao Lizheng replied.
“So that’s it.”
The middle-aged man nodded, his expression showed no surprise or any disturbance,
as if this was just a trivial matter.
But it’s no wonder that the middle-aged man has been guarding this cemetery for many years, accompanying these graves and tombstones every day.
Human emotions have long been in this absurd and weird way. Gradually fade away.
If you have rich and full human emotions, it will be difficult to stay in this Qingshan Cemetery day after day.
"Then why did you come here this time?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I came here to bring them here. We have set up a folklore team, and this is the leader of the folklore team."
Speaking of this, Gao Lizheng pointed to the Chu River .
"Who are you? What do you do?"
The middle-aged man didn't even understand what Gao Lizheng was talking about.
"My name is Chu He, and I invite you to join the folk custom team." Chu He spoke concisely and to the point.
“Not interested.” The middle-aged man shook his head and refused on the spot.
“The purpose of the Folklore Team is to protect the fire of the human race.
You should know that the situation outside is getting worse and worse now.
How can the eggs be intact when the nest is overturned? ?
Back then, you chose to solve the strange craze on Qingshan, but you gave up the credit to others.
This is enough to prove that you are not as ruthless and indifferent to me as you appear. It is not a moral kidnapping of you.
If the evil spirit destroys human civilization, the things you protect will eventually become the food of the evil spirit. ”
Chu Hezhi. He looked at the middle-aged man and said.
When Gao Lizheng heard this, he looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. He never expected that he was the one who solved the strange craze on Qingshan Mountain.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man’s dull expression finally changed.
He stared at Chuhe, his eyes filled with various complex emotions,
< br>He even showed some thoughts of putting Chu He to death.
“You can give it a try.” Chu He said calmly.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his leg and stepped hard towards the ground.
Only heard a soft snap,
There seemed to be a surge of energy under the entire ground. Indescribable huge power,
a sense of shock surged, as if the entire green mountain had experienced a huge and violent earthquake.
“Stop!”
The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, and the corners of his eyes were about to burst, and he roared angrily.
Gao Lizheng was stunned for a moment. Apparently he had not expected that Chu He would directly attack the tomb keeper after his arrival.
But what exactly did Chu He mean by what he just said?
In Gao Lizheng's impression, the tombkeeper was always alone, even lonelier than the old man.
He actually has something to protect.
(End of this chapter)