At dusk, Wang Zan stood on the head of Longji peak and looked at the river not far away, but could not see the boatman holding the boat. He sighed and said, "Looking at the mountain, you can't run to death. After struggling for such a little distance, you will definitely not be able to go back today. You have to stay overnight in the forest."

I stayed in the forest at night. Fortunately, Guizhou is not as cold as in the northeast in December. The weather is chilly, but it is still within the scope of people's acceptance. It is absolutely too late for them to return now.

The child was already lying in the mother's arms and fell asleep. Xu Meimei held her and sat on a stone. Wang Zan said to Geng Hao: "If I presume, I feel that Donghua Temple should be on this mountain."

Geng Hao smiled bitterly and pointed around and asked, "Where do you think there is a place like this that can build a temple?"

The mountain is bare, with only some stones, and even the plants and trees have not grown. The range is about half a football field, and the terrain is slightly flat, so you can see it all by looking around.

There is indeed no trace of a temple here, but Wang Zan doesn't want to admit that he has found the wrong place. Damn, I made up my mind to deal with some supernatural incidents for the first time. Can't I just get frustrated here like this?

"Looking, searching, maybe you might be buried where you have been. It's only been decades after suffocating. There will definitely be some clues," Wang Zan said stubbornly.

At that moment, Wang Zan and Geng Hao went to search separately. It didn't take much time to find this small mountain. The two of them flipped through the stones that could be moved, picked up a thick branch and dug the ground, and started looking for it with a three-foot-foot attitude.

In a flash, time passed quickly and it was getting dark.

Later, Wang Zan found a lot of dry firewood under the hillside and gathered together to light a fire. Several people sat around the fire, and their faces were not very good-looking.

After a day, Wang Zan finally ended up in vain. He felt very frustrated. Could it be that he died before he could succeed.

"Let's go back tomorrow, forget it, don't look for it." Geng Hao shook his head, looked at his son sitting next to him and rubbed his head and said, "The Donghua Temple shouldn't be found. I will look for the horse fairy again to see if there are any other ways to solve Xiaobao's problem. As for fulfilling my grandma's wish, it will definitely not work."

Xu Meimei said complainingly: "Your grandma is the same. She will never stop dying. Who is not good to bother? She just tormented her great-grandson. Has she been determined?"

Geng Hao suddenly said unhappily: "Why are you talking? My grandmother loved Xiaobao the most and often hugged him and coaxed him to play. Can she harm her grandson? There must be something troublesome. Don't you make trouble with me here? Forget that when my grandmother died, she left us a lot of money. Didn't you also smile and ask for it?"

Xu Meimei immediately exploded and pointed at Geng Hao and said, "Can it be compared with her son's life? Let me tell you, if Xiaobao is out of cure, I will never end with you!"

The two were arguing there, and Wang Zan didn't respond. There was definitely no way outsiders could speak in this kind of internal conflict between the family. He was recalling the last two lines of the song in his head.

"A temple on the north slope, the girl of the cave flower is watching Brother Lang..."

Wang Zan waved his hand and suddenly interrupted them and said, "Wait a minute, when the child is singing the song in the middle of the night, I think something may be going on, don't worry."

Every midnight, this child would sing those four lines of songs to and from midnight, which lasted for about half an hour. Wang Zan was thinking that if they really came to the right place, some clues would definitely emerge when the child sang the song.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and a waning moon hangs on the top of the mountain.

Several people who had been tired for a long time, after slept by the fire for a while, they couldn't help but fall asleep in a daze.

I slept very sweetly this time, and all the fatigue on my body came out, making people unable to lift my eyelids.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Wang Zan was suddenly awakened. He completely subconsciously opened his eyes and obviously felt that the mountain was a little cold at this time.

After Wang Zan woke up, he was a little steadily for a while and heard the child's singing song coming from his ears, which was still the familiar tone and obscure singing style.

In front of the fire, Geng Hao and Xu Meimei's sons were staggering and swaying, and their hands were dancing and pinching orchid fingers. At the same time, they also woke up.

In this empty mountain, a five-year-old child sang a strange singing voice. The feeling made people feel goose bumps all over their body, especially the other person's eyes flashed with a very gloomy smell.

"Gudu" Wang Zan swallowed and muttered: "I still see it very little. I'm a little bit more experienced."

As the child sang the song, a faint shadow suddenly appeared on his body. Then the moonlight and a little bonfire, Wang Zan saw that this was an old lady, wearing a shrouded shroud, her hair was tied behind her head, her shoulders were hunched over, and her face was full of folds.

Geng Hao suddenly exclaimed: "Grandma."

Xu Meimei was startled at first and didn't come back to her senses for a long time, but when she saw her son suddenly fall down, she stepped forward and pointed at the old lady and said, "Grandma Xiaobao is your great-grandson. You love him the most when you are alive. Why did you even find a small book when you die? Are you not afraid of our family's worst? Xiaobao can resist your troubles? Look at what he is like?"

Geng Hao frowned, and Wang Zan quickly spoke, "Don't be too loud. This is a wisp of the old lady's soul. It can't stand the scaring. She must be something that comes out now. If you scare her back, we may not know what to do. Don't harm your son."

When Xu Meimei heard this, she closed her mouth, wiped her tears and picked up her son and sobbed in a low voice. If you let her meet a lonely ghost in the past, you might be so scared that she fainted.

A woman is weak, but a mother is strong!

The old lady seemed to have never heard of the people behind her quarrels. She walked towards the north hillside on her own. It was about a distance of about a hundred meters. She suddenly stopped, and then stood quietly in front of a pile of earthen buns and stopped moving, but suddenly sang those songs in her mouth.
Chapter completed!