A bird with gray patterns on white background was quietly hanging upside down on the branches of tall trees. Its wings spread down due to gravity, revealing bloody feathers.

A thin rope is tied to one of the bird's feet, and the bird's eyes are lifeless. The small one can give people a great sense of fear.

The bird corpse was on the tree in front of Yu Xing. Yu Xing stared at the thin rope and turned to another direction.

Bird corpses, bird corpses, bird corpses... or bird corpses.

Birds in the same state hung upside down on the branches, some were intact, some were rotting, and some had their bones exposed. They were like bells on Christmas trees, shaking silently with the gust of wind.

In this scene, even the knowledgeable Yu Xing couldn't help but get goose bumps and his stomach stirred for a moment.

This is not to say that he is afraid, but the scene is too weird, and the huge and dissipating stench caused his body to react involuntarily.

"Is this kind of bird of special significance?" Yu Xingdao was that he did not belong to this world, lacked understanding of the animals and plants of this world, and could not analyze the intentions of various practices as soon as he saw it.

He had only seen the custom of hanging cat corpses in some villages and remote towns before. People there thought cats were special. Some villages thought cats were unknown and could not be buried underground with people. Some places believed that cats were a symbol of gods and could not be buried casually.

Regardless of the cause, those regions chose to pick up the dead cat's body, wrap it up, and put it on the branches, so that it can rot.

Day after day, year after year, more and more cat corpses are coming. Such forests are gloomy in the daytime. Adults feel scared when they enter, let alone ignorant children accidentally break in.

Yu Xing has heard many such examples, saying that a child broke into the cat corpse forest and accidentally hit the trunk. A cat corpse fell off the tree, the rag cracked, and the cat's head was half rotten and rolled out. This scene would definitely be the shadow of the child's life.

The same is true here, except that it is not a cat corpse, but a bird corpse.

Yu Xing's mind appeared in his mind, a hunchbacked little giant who had just been thrown up two meters four meters up. He just now held the same thin rope as the hanging bird corpse in his hand. It was estimated that he had hung the birds in the forest.

Then... rushed over with a rope, trying to kill him like a bird and then hang him on the tree?

Yu Xing imagined it and showed a very disagreeable look.

The rope was too thin, and if it was tied to his legs, it would be very uncomfortable. Can't the hunchback change a wide rope before grabbing him?

While despising the perfunctory hunchbacked people, he continued to move forward. The branches of these trees were basically without leaves, but a thick layer of leaves was covered on the ground, which kept brittle and sound when stepped on.

This forest is not small, Yu Xing observed that the people on Chongyin Mountain were not flying on this forest, with flowers and plants drying up, and insects and snakes extinct, which was a bit like the Dead Valley.

But there are dead people in the valley of Dead people and dead birds in the forest.

Thinking of this, Yu Xing paused.

Since the dead can be resurrected, are the dead birds in the forest also used for resurrection?

Is the hunchbacked man the only humanoid creature on the mountain? How long has he lived here before he could hang so many bird corpses? What is the purpose of hanging bird corpses? It is just for appreciation, or is it to know the function of the demon-dao tomb at the foot of Chongyin Mountain, so he is performing some kind of ritual?

Or... what is the relationship between the hunchbacked man and the demonic tomb?

Questions come one by one, and Yu Xing felt that it would be impossible to solve the problem if he didn't find a hunchbacked home.

That's right, he felt that since he would lose his hunchbacked people in the mountains and forests, he would just go and steal the house. The house could not be lost unless the hunchbacked people ran away with the house overnight.

Although the hunchbacked man was dressed in a simple manner, he was not as dirty as he was in the open air in the mountains and forests. Instead, he was very clean. Yu Xing speculated that the hunchbacked man must have a fixed residence that could shelter from wind and rain.

Unconsciously, Yu Xing put himself in the position of a great evil man.

Another strong wind blew, and the bird corpses fell down several times. Yu Xing avoided the dead bird on the branch next to his face with some disgust, not letting the rotten and smelly little corpse stick on his face.

Anyway, with the idea of ​​stealing the house, Yu Xing endured the disgust and wandered around the bird corpse forest, wanting to find a house with a hunchback, but unexpectedly, this forest seemed to be just a "workplace" for a hunchback, not a home.

Yu Xing did not find a hunchbacked residence, but only found a deep pit as big as a basketball court.

The smell in the deep pit was the most unbearable until entering the mountain. It was mixed with various extreme smells that humans could bear. Yu Xing climbed to the edge of the pit and looked down, and was almost blown down by the fishy smell coming from the pit.

"...Damn, it's so terrifying." Yu Xing's eyes showed fear, and he finally found something that scared him in this deduction.

Damn it, it smells so bad!

He felt dizzy when he smelled it. He had no doubt that if he had withdrawn for a few seconds late, even his physique would have fainted.

This is a physical attack, an extremely powerful physical attack.

As for the bird corpses piled up in the pit, it is nothing to Yu Xing. It is just a visual impact. Are the dense small corpses with gray or gray backgrounds terrible?

Not at all.

After seeing the deep pit, he quickly left the forest. He thought that as long as the hunchbacked man still maintained a little rationality, he would not live in the forest and endured the smell of this corpse pit every day.

The hunchbacked man's home should be behind the forest.

In addition, Yu Xing has guessed that if the upside down bird corpse has its own meaning, then the bird corpses thrown in the pit should all fall off during the upside down process, and "no longer useful" corpses.

He touched the goose bumps on his arm through his clothes, walked out of the bird corpse forest with a wooden face, and saw a small path being stepped out.

There is no road in the world, and as many people walk, it becomes a road.

There is only one "person" who will walk back and forth on this road, and that is a hunchbacked person.

Yu Xing's eyes lit up, and he continued the process of stealing his home and walked along the path.

For convenience, he tied the Tang sword and the scabbard to the belt and placed it next to the painted tube. In this way, he only needed to pull the knife out of the painted tube, and there was no need to untie the lock of the painted tube.

Continue walking forward, Yu Xing saw the footprints located next to the trail. As the soil became wetter and deeper, his brow raised slightly and thought to himself, was there once a dark river under his feet?

Otherwise, why would the ground be wet?

When we arrived at the back, the land was as hard as mud. Yu Xing really walked through it while disgusting it.

His familiarity with this forest temporarily disappeared from the bird corpse forest, and the bird corpse forest recovered as soon as it came out. Stepping on the wet mud land, Yu Xing felt that the trees around him seemed to have seen them before.

An idea gradually took shape in my mind. Yu Xing looked at the hideous branches of the trees and walked through the forest along a gap that could make people feel connected.

The air ahead was getting colder and colder. Yu Xing seemed to be walking easily, but in fact his vigilance had already been mobilized.

He walked around and passed several strange corners and finally saw a small black shadow in the distance.

As he approached, the outline of the little black shadow gradually became clear, which was the source of Yu Xing’s familiarity!

A small ancestral hall stands there. The ancestral hall is an ancient building, just like what he had seen in the forest outside the coffin village. It has a vermilion wooden wall and a dark brown mortise and tenon structure, about twenty square meters and no gate.

In fact, it must be seen that the ancestral hall is not black, but the vermilion walls show a deep texture in the dark night, and the overall color is dark.

The reason why Yu Xing fixed the word "black ancestral hall" in his mind was that the huge black coffin with the same mouth in the door of the ancestral hall was in the same mouth.

In fact, the coffin is the only center of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall in front of me cannot be said to be very similar to the one in the coffin village, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

In addition, even the woods outside the ancestral hall are the same as those in the coffin village, with tree species, height and density exactly the same.

Yu Xing believed that Cong Village and Chongyin Mountain should be geographically different, with completely different climates, temperature differences, and altitudes. It is impossible to be a coincidence that such similar forests can be generated in these two regions.

It can only be that the coffin is at work.

only……

He walked gently and quietly approached the ancestral hall, staring at the closed heavy coffin.

The self-conscious Zhou Yongsheng sleeps in the coffin village, and in this coffin...

Yu Xing walked over step by step, recalling his attitude towards the coffin village, pondered for a moment, and stretched out his finger.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

He bent his fingers and knocked hard on the coffin three times, then shouted: "What are you sleeping? Before you rest, you have fallen off!"

Things in the coffin:???

I'm afraid that even a man would have to lift the coffin up. Yu Xing took a moment, and immediately hid behind a square table in the ancestral hall after hearing the sound in the coffin. Beside him were large candlesticks, with the candles on them covered with dust, which had not been lit for many years.

The things in the coffin seemed to be very excited, and the action of opening the lid made a huge sound, as if they were very eager to catch the guy who said "he" that he had fallen out of the coffin.

Yu Xing: I didn’t do any color, I mean it’s serious.

He suspected that this coffin was the "home" of the hunchbacked man.

So, aren’t bird corpses just hunchbacked? The bird corpse fell down, so there is no problem at all!

He hid and stretched out half of his head to peek at the coffin.

I saw that the coffin lid was opened from the inside by a force, trembling. When the coffin lid retreated halfway, a shoulder blade and its protruding deformed figure sat up from the coffin.

As soon as this man came out, he looked around with the head that seemed to be embedded on his shoulder. This time the distance was very close and there were no trees to block it. Yu Xing used the moonlight outside the ancestral hall to see the silhouette of the hunchbacked man's side face clearly.

It was a flat face, with a slightly raised piece on the bridge of the nose, a round chin, and a jawbone like a sac, like a sac.

The hunchbacked man's eyes, like a pair of copper bells, suddenly striking, as if the death of a strangled person.

But he is not dead yet.

Yu Xing retracted his head and thought, "Maybe he was strangled to death, but like Zhou Yongsheng, the existence of the black coffin retains some of the characteristics of life. The ancestral hall is so close to the tomb palace that it may have a higher effect, so that the hunchbacked people can move freely in the forest while being deformed. I don't know how many years this guy has lived..."

"Is it...who?"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded above Yu Xing's head.

Yu Xing froze and then shrank himself into the square table. He knew that the hunchbacked man was standing behind his table now, and because of his height advantage and his forward head, he seemed to be talking on the top of his head.

But what he was surprised was not that the hunchbacked footsteps were not as obvious as in the forest, but that he was surprised - this guy could actually speak?

I have been alone in the mountains for so many years. I don’t know how long I have been dead, but my language function has not deteriorated yet?

Could it be that I will go to the mountain in front to chat with the big white flowers in the vineyard every day?

"Is it...who?"
To be continued...