Meng Jinsong did not answer, but handed the rod to Meng Qianzi, and at the same time instructed Xin Ci: "Start now, follow Qianzi, in the mirage, the road you see may be a cliff, you can't walk around."

Damn, can I still play like this?

Xin Ci was excited again. Next, although he followed step by step, from time to time, he always had to carefully look out and click the distance to see whether it was real or empty.

After leaving for about a moment, the clock seemed to be in trouble. Meng Qianzi stood still and pointed to the side. Meng Jinsong didn't talk nonsense. He immediately pulled Xin Ci and leaned over, and then turned off the flashlight.

When the flashlight disappeared, it was pitch black. Fortunately, there was water on the stone surface and leaves that had been raining. After adapting for a while, the eyes could barely see the objects.

Xin Ci saw that Meng Qianzi knelt on one knee, tilted his head and seemed to be observing something. The rod swayed slightly in his hand. Then, his shoulders shook and his arm was swaying beautifully, and it sounded. The rod swayed long and the spider flew out with the straight fishing line.

Xin Ci held his breath.

After a few seconds, Meng Qianzi's voice came from the wind: "I didn't catch it."

***

Most of the things in this world are done in one go, and then they fade away, and they are exhausted.

Meng Qianzi missed three times, but Xin Ci's focus on watching the game was mostly gone. Like all the employees who liked to chew the boss's words behind their backs, he muttered to Meng Jinsong beside him: "Can we Qianzi do it?"

Meng Jinsong said: "Or you go?"

However, it is obvious that Meng Jinsong also felt that it was unlikely to finish the matter in a short time, and his attitude was a little relaxed, and he even took the time to explain his confusion to Xin Ci.

It is said that this mirage bead is colorless and tasteless, which is equivalent to invisible, but very occasionally, the surface of the bead will slide very finely, and the circle of the crescent moon is bright, and the mountain ghost calls it "sickle bright", but ordinary people's eyes are basically invisible. Even Meng Qianzi like this, you have to carefully observe and confirm the direction.

Its material is also very special, similar to the soup dumpling. The bun is made of water and cannot be controlled by human hands. It slips as soon as it is grabbed and runs away as soon as it is touched.

In this world, the only one who can catch the mirage bead is the silk-spiking spider, that is, the one in the glass jar - so it is not bait, it is thrown out to hold the mirage bead.

So that's it, Xin Ci couldn't help but worry about holding the spider again: "Old Meng, Qianzi's swings made the spider faint, right? You said you didn't have two more spider rotations, just tossed the one to death..."

Meng Jinsong felt that he was noisy: "Shut up, don't interfere with Qianzi."

The voice was so low that it was whispering, so how could it be disturbed? Xin Ci was disappointed and felt that Meng Jinsong was so crazy. At this time, the heavy rain had turned into drizzle, and the mountains were getting quieter. Xin Ci felt that the raincoat was not breathable, so he unbuttoned two buttons, and then raised his hand to pull the rain cap off.

This time, the air was fresh, the ears and eyes were bright, so I felt so comfortable and comfortable. Xin Ci twisted his neck, rubbed his shoulders and neck again, and his eyes fell back accidentally, and his heart suddenly became a little nervous.

Not far behind him, something was squirming, it was pitch black, and it was as long as a person. When I looked at it, the outline was like a person.

Xin Ci's mind was gone, and he subconsciously pushed and moved his hands, and the flashlight he was holding turned on.

At the end of the light, he saw a woman in a white coat, with blood-stained hair, and her hands were sucking the mud in the ground, and she was crawling toward his feet. That was fine, but that woman's neck was cut open and half pulled, her whole head was drooping strangely at a twisted angle, and the wound was still surging with black brown blood...

This scene was completely beyond his psychological tolerance. Although he was a makeup artist, he was wearing beauty instead of ghost makeup. Xin Ci screamed and retreated quickly. The ground was not smooth. I don’t know if it was tripping or his legs were weak. He fell down with his butt. When he sat down, his legs stretched forward, so he was so desperate that he actually sent it to the woman’s mouth. The woman raised one hand and was about to grab his leg...

Xin Ci felt that his soul had flew away, so he supported his body with his hands, rubbed his butt and moved backwards. The flashlight rolled out, and the light column turned sharply against the ground.

Meng Qianzi rushed over. Before she could ask, Xin Ci hugged her calf and pointed her other hand at the figure, fighting in the upper and lower teeth.

Meng Jinsong didn't see anything at all, but was screamed by Xin Ci. However, when he saw his reaction, he knew that something was wrong with him. He turned on his flashlight and shone in the direction Xin Ci pointed. He was calmer than Xin Ci, and he had a clear mind. However, when he suddenly saw this scene, he still couldn't hold it back and blurted out with a "fuck" sound.

Meng Qianzi said "Oh" and said, "This one."

This light tone somewhat relieved Xin Ci's tense nerves. He finally realized that his posture was too unmanly, so he quickly let go: "Ah?"

The woman still kept crawling forward, like a tie, only standing there and not really moving.

Meng Jinsong squatted beside the woman, and shot her head with a flashlight. He looked at Xin Ci again: "I have never seen the mountain mirage, I have heard of the mirage, it's fake."

As he said that, he reached out and pressed the woman's head. Xin Ci's scalp exploded. Before he could make a sound, he saw Meng Jinsong's hand passing through the woman's head, as if passing through a ball of air, pressing it straight to the ground. When he raised his hand, he showed it to him and pressed the mud with one hand.

Xin Ci stuttered: "Fake...fake?"

Meng Jinsong wiped the mud on the stone: "It's similar to a holographic projection, it's a lie to people's eyes. If you are afraid, don't shoot it out, you won't see it out without light."

***

Receiving the mirage beads is the top priority, and this episode is quickly turned over.

Xin Ci stood on the other side of the stone and felt that he had never been so embarrassing in his life. He tried to save himself: "I'm not afraid, I'm just caught off guard... It's too sudden."

Meng Jinsong expressed his understanding: "It's okay, it's quite scary."

Xin Ci said embarrassedly: "But look at him, he is still a woman, so calm."

Meng Jinsong didn't say anything.

There is no comparison, Meng Qianzi has been specially trained.

The aunts in Shanguizhai believed that the person who sits on the throne of the mountain ghost is the face of the mountain ghost and the spokesperson must have the style of a king. They must be pressed against the top and not appear in the color. They panic when encountering problems, and lose thousands of faces of the mountain ghost. Therefore, they took a ruthless move to cure her words "panic" and "fear".

Therefore, if you are spoiled, you should still cultivate it strictly, and the methods are extremely perverted: Meng Qianzi touched the switch on the bedside in the middle of the night, and touched another person's hand; when he squatted in the bathroom to pull toilet paper, he pulled the slippery snake; he also pulled out the newborn living mouse from under the fried rice...

At first, she was also gloomy and howled and jumped. It was very good. As long as she was in a slight reaction, she punished one after another, such as Houttuynia cordata juice, mixed with pepper, and chewed raw pork - the effect was very outstanding. Today, Meng Qianzi lacked the two postures of "panic" and "fear". To be more precise, she was afraid or not, but her expressions and body movements were always calm. The more terrifying scene came to her, and she was in return for a "Oh".

Seeing that Meng Jinsong didn't speak, Xin Ci shut up tactfully, but his mind couldn't calm down. It was always the scene of the woman crawling forward with her fingers. Suddenly, something happened, and her heart beat wildly: "Old Meng, where did you kill someone?"

His voice trembled: "A mirage, isn't it just a reflection of the scenery elsewhere? What you see here is fake, but what elsewhere is real. Is someone... killing someone?"

He was frightened by his idea, and his arms were filled with goose bumps.

Meng Jinsong was a little impatient: "Didn't you read the entries of the mountain dictionary carefully? Mirage is the concept of space conversion, but mountain mirage is in time. In other words, the scenery of mountain mirage happened here, but things may be decades ago or hundreds of years ago - the white coat that the woman just wore, without a tie button, and you can tell at a glance that it was before liberation and the past."

"Here...right here?"

Is he standing at the crime scene? Xin Ci's calves felt cold.

Meng Jinsong thought he was funny: "No one has ever died. Nowadays, many residential buildings have cemeteries in front of them. Before the liberation of Xiangxi, they were called bandits' nests. There were many murders. The woman might have visited relatives or went to the market and met bandits."

No matter what, it is a living life. Meng Jinsong's attitude is so cold, Xin Ci feels a little uncomfortable.

The makeup artist has to draw a fine pen and is mostly delicate. Xin Ci thought about it again, and the melancholy was more than fear: the mirage is very distinct, and the naked eye cannot tell the truth. Looking back on the woman's face, she is so beautiful, unlike the girl in the mountains, she should be a literate person, and she doesn't know why she took this path. As a result, she met a bandit who was killed by heaven, and her great youth was ruined. Meeting was fate, even if it was so far away - should we buy some incense, candles, paper money, and burn it, and also give yourself bad luck...

Just as he was thinking about it, Meng Qianzi's voice came from a distance: "I'm hit!"

Meng Jinsong was happy and had already obtained the mirage bead, and it didn't matter if there was light. He turned on the flashlight and held the glass jar and strode towards him. When the lights were together, Xin Ci lost his sense of security and hurriedly followed.

Meng Qianzi had untied the fishing line and was holding the iron ring to put the spider into the glass jar. The other steps of the spider were wide open. There was nothing between the steps, but looking at the posture, it seemed that she was trying to hold something desperately. Poor Xinci turned his head and didn't know how many angles he changed to convince himself - it seemed that he had seen a sickle that had slipped by in a flash.

In fact, the technical difficulty of fishing for mirage beads is only moderate. The difficulty is that it just happens to encounter this opportunity. In addition, the rain is even smaller at this time, and it looks like a cow's hair. After another half of the moment, the mountain mirage will probably disappear. Meng Qianzi "successfully" at this time, as if he had finished answering the questions two seconds before handing in the bell, and he had a lot of luck.

Meng Jinsong's face that has been stern all year round has a rare smile: "This is probably the first mirage bead that our mountain ghosts have caught in the past two hundred years. When I go back, I will contact Shan Guizhai. "Shan Ghost Records" will remember you for your achievements."

With honor in hand, you will be humble at this time, Meng Qianzi is calm: "Whatever you want."

What Xin Ci knows about "Shan Ghost Records" is the plot of the mountain ghost recording outstanding characters in all dynasties. Generally speaking, people at the mountain shoulder level will be recorded in the book, and those who sit on the mountain ghost throne will be even more booked. It seems that the part about Meng Qianzi is indispensable for "receiving mirage beads". Grandpa Xiaoping said, "No matter whether it is black cats and white cats, catching mice is a good cat." It makes sense. In the future, everyone will only know that Meng Qianzi received the mirage beads. Who would have thought that she had "not caught" repeatedly?

Sometimes, the results are indeed more important than the process.

***

There was no danger, and the victory ended, and the three of them returned the same way.

Xin Ci was afraid that Meng Qianzi would mention his embarrassing attitude just now, and kept talking nonstop. Sometimes he said he should reward the spider, and then he looked forward to what rewards his aunts would give Meng Qianzi. When he was talking about it, he shook his head and his arms raised, and the flashlight shone to the height of a Wuling pine tree.

This tree has been growing for a few years, about ten meters high, and the cracked bark on the trunk are as big as a palm. The tree body is as thick as a washbasin, but it is not lush with branches and leaves. Many bare and half-broken branches are like piles that smash into the trunk in a row.

There was a person hanging on one of the stakes, more than one person tall from the ground, with his back facing them, blown by the wind, and still swaying slowly.

Xin Ci said "Oh my God", and took two steps back, shaking his calf.

But he quickly realized that this was another mirage, because the hanging man had braids on his head, cloth straps on his waist, loose trousers, and straw sandals on his feet - braided toe. Look at this outfit, it is older than the woman's age just now.

In the past, Xiangxi was really a bandit's nest. How many lives had been killed in this wild mountain?

After reacting, Xin Ci's face turned red all the way to the base of his neck: It's the second time, Meng Jinsong didn't even breathe this time, but he was still so fussy.

Meng Jinsong said to him: "You are caught off guard again? You have to say that if you want to overcome your fear, you have to argue with him. You might as well go over and stand by him. If you imitate me just now, you will be afraid of it in the future. Tell you, it is rare to have an opportunity. Maybe you will see such a mountain mirage in your life... Are you afraid?"

Xin Ci was a little hesitant at first, but when he heard it, he was a little moved. He was stimulated again and became more courageous.
Chapter completed!