"Hea-hee!"

Suddenly, this shadow, in this seemingly quiet, but bone-chilling space, suddenly let out a beast-like roar.

Its gloomy figure kept moving on the grass, and the compass in its hand radiated this golden and bronze brilliance in the dark night. In particular, the non-rotating pointer seemed to guide his eyes.

As he stood beside a slightly bulging bush of grass, his gloomy eyes first looked around, and then seemed to radiate a wave of mad joy. Then he suddenly crouched down and plunged his long, thin fingers into the grass. Then his fingers were like rakes and shovels, quickly parting the dirt bags under the grass.

Surrounded by vast meadows and a faintly chilly wind.

In the short gap between the grasses, this shadow frantically pulled away the soil of the loess bag under the grass. He didn't seem to know the coldness of the soil, or the treasures under the soil, which were attracting him vigorously. I don't know what's in it, I just want to pull the dirt away as soon as possible and see what's inside.

Seeing that he was about to pull the dirt slope under the raised grass to the same position as the slope grass, his hands suddenly stopped. Instead of looking at the pair of cold, stiff and even seemingly worn fingers that were already covered in mud, he suddenly turned his head to his left.

It used to be a place that looked like terraced soil, and I don't know what was planted in the first place, or if it was deliberately cultivated into that pattern. Now in the dark of night, it looks like rows of still shapely besieged cities.

In the dark and cold space, in the yin qi that permeated with coldness, although he couldn't see what was there, he still looked at it quietly as if he had discovered something, and even revealed a sharp light in his eyes.

He didn't move, but he seemed to remember something. There was silence for a few seconds, and it seemed as if it all stood still. But for some reason, his eyes struggled for a moment, but in the end he didn't get up, but still knelt in front of the mound of dirt that had just been opened.

Now under the grass, the small mound of dirt no longer looks like a round bag, it has been completely destroyed, revealing what is under the dirt bag.

It seemed to be a long piece of clothing, or rather a thin bedding, buried in the ground, as if covered with something like bamboo strips. Because I didn't take away the rotten bamboo strips, and I still had such clothes, I couldn't see anything underneath.

But this gray shadow, seeing this buried thing, suddenly trembled slightly. Looking at his eyes, I didn't know whether it was surprise or surprise, but I didn't move for a while.

Especially when I saw him looking at the things in this mound, he didn't dare to lean over and approach immediately. Instead, he looked at it quietly, as if there was something he wanted to open, but he had some scruples and didn't dare to touch it immediately.

Then I saw him first shrug his shoulders, then his mouth seemed to be faint, and he let out a whimper that was almost like a moan, and then a hoarse and painful roar: "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" “

Listening to the suppressed scream, you could see the pain in his heart, or see that this phenomenon stimulated him.

In this dark night, in this place that is almost like a wilderness, there is this dirt bag buried under the grass. Something seemed to struck him, and it appeared right here.

If anyone hears this, they will be stunned and stunned. Because this is an object similar to a human being, a sound similar to that of a beast, a chilling sound, a shuddering situation, appeared in this deserted space.

This is the Orchid Mountain of the Carry Forward Hall, and this is the space of the ancestral tomb of the Tang family!

If someone saw this, if they came with this person and saw the gray shadow's behavior, how would they react?

No one really knows, because these assumptions are just assumptions, and this shadow seems to be extremely insane. When he let out this uncomfortable expression, he suddenly seemed to be unable to control himself anymore. The fingers, already stained with dirt, reached into the mound of dirt frantically again.

"Huh!"

A low sound of surprise seemed to sound.

It was like a sound that stopped abruptly, and the shadow was shocked by the sudden sound; Or like an unexpected sound, someone suddenly chokes the neck that made the sound.

Everything happened so suddenly, the shadow's hand, because of the sound, suddenly froze in the air. In the darkness, his fingers were only two or three centimeters away from the black clothes that were revealed in the mound.

The sound came from his left, and this time he could hear it clearly, in the rows of terraced dirt. His body seemed to freeze for a minute or two, and the silence in the air was chilling, except for the faint sound of the wind whistling in the space.

Just when this silence was about to collapse, the shadow suddenly slowly withdrew its stiff hand again, and then slowly stood up. I watched him slowly turn his head and look at the position on his left where he had just spoken.

In addition to the black oppressive space, it was a burst of dew blown by the yin wind, making the sound of squeaking branches and leaves.

Because there is no one to come in and prune the space, the trees here appear to be more lush than outside. Of course, these seemingly lush trees may not necessarily be real. I watched as some of the branches and leaves reached about two meters, all facing the direction of the north, revealing the shadows of the branches and leaves in the dark night.

Now that the wind is blowing, these trees are like demons from hell.

Of course, these rows of tall trees have also turned into huge demons, and from a certain position, these trees are also the best barriers. If someone is squatting inside, it is really hard for people outside to see. Or hide behind it, and if you don't move, it's hard for anyone to see it.

The shadow looked like a ghost in the night, and when he looked in the direction on his left, he suddenly moved. And he didn't move very quickly, but the deterrence brought by the pile of shadows and solemnity did make people feel a huge pressure. It was as if he was going to crush the movement over there, bringing this tremendous pressure.

Just as I was about to approach this slippery tree, by the occasional light in the sky, I could finally see the pair of shining eyes, which seemed to be a little hollow and confused, but it made people feel a cold atmosphere.

Is this a human or a ghost?

What is it about this place that makes people feel so gloomy?