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Huang Yimao's heart suddenly became very messy, heart said, is this old guy cheating, deliberately dragging himself, good night to escape.

But after seeing the old man's smiling face, it didn't feel like a fake. Besides, how much trouble an old guy can make may be due to his own worries.

The old man didn't care about the change of Huang Yimao's face, but asked his wife to take out a lot of game and start cooking.

Huang Yimao and his wife were really hungry. They had a delicious meal. After they were full of food and drink, he and the driver went to sleep in shifts.

When Huang Yimao wakes up, it's time to see that the lights are on outside.

The old man prepared some food and wine, and ate some simply.

At dinner, Huang Yimao asked, "it's already evening. I don't know when we'll start."

The old man grinned strangely and said, "we'll be there in a moment, but we may have to do it at midnight."

Huang Yimao was stunned for a moment, and his heart said, "isn't it just a spice? How can you be so troublesome?".

The old man did not explain to him. After he was full of food and drink, he looked at the time and took out a gold knife and three red ropes from the drawer. He waved and walked out in front of him.

Huang Yimao and the driver followed him. The dog stayed at home. He was afraid that the old man would use any kind of cover up. If he ran again, he would be in trouble.

The village is very quiet. The occasional barking of a dog makes several people feel as if they are in a paradise.

There is a road from the middle of the village directly to the back. At first, the road was easy to walk, but later the road became more desolate.

After going out for more than three miles, there was basically no road under my feet. The weeds were reborn and the trees on both sides were towering, forming a natural umbrella cover just above the head.

"Where is this place?" Huang Yimao felt cold all over his body. Looking at his driver, he was even more nervous. Sweat was seen on his forehead, which was flickered by the light of the flashlight.

"Graveyard." The old man grinned and looked terrible and gloomy in the light of the flashlight.

"Not looking for spices, how to get to the graveyard." Huang Yimao stopped at once.

The old man did not speak, and was obviously unwilling to answer his question.

"Brother, we are buying spices, not catching ghosts. What are we going to do in the graveyard?" The driver didn't want to go any further.

Huang Yimao hesitated for a moment, or followed the old man to move on.

After a short walk, Huang Yimao and the driver suddenly felt a layer of goose bumps. Because there was a large cemetery in front of him, just to the East. There was even a house that looked like a picture. Then the moonlight could see the vague words on it, but it was not clear what it was.

There are several new tombs in the cemetery, which are also decorated with ghost flags. They are swaying back and forth by the wind, making a loud noise.

These tombs are relatively high, with luxuriant grass on them. It seems that no one has come to offer sacrifices for a long time.

The old man looked at the time and went straight to the front of the house. He reached out and took out the golden knife from his pocket. Then he tied it with a red rope and tied it directly to the tree in front of the house.

Strange to say, just after the old man tied the red rope, Jindao suddenly made a sound of Weng Ming. At that moment, the big tree with a thick bowl mouth became smaller in an instant, and then began to change again. After a short time, it turned into a small tree with a thin arm.

Seeing this, the old man quickly turned back and called out, "follow me."

Huang Yimao and Huang Yimao were shocked when they heard this sentence. He quickly followed the old man and got into the empty house. When he was not careful, he seemed to encounter something. Looking down, he saw that it was a memorial tablet. Huang Yimao quickly put the thing back to its original place respectfully.

The old man looked at Huang Yimao and said, "after a while, when the tree gives out yellow light, I will go back and tie two other red ropes. At this time, there will be branches winding around. You must help me, or we will not be able to get this thing."

The old man said with a dignified look, which did not look like a joke at all. Huang Yimao, nervous, nodded.

The waiting time passed very slowly, which made people feel very suffering. When the heart could not bear it, a rustling sound came from under the feet.

Huang Yimao looked down, but found nothing. When he was wondering, he felt that he was patted lightly.

The old man reached out and pointed to the tree outside. The meaning was very clear. Huang Yimao instantly felt a burst of tension, palm not only slightly out of a layer of cold sweat.

Just about to say something, the old man's body shook and jumped out very quickly. The red rope in his hand was already twined on the tree outside.

At the moment when the old man's red rope twined on the tree, the tree suddenly became red, and a strong fragrance had been passed out. Huang Yimao and the driver immediately felt relaxed and relaxed.

"What are you two looking at? Do it now." Just when the two people were fascinated, the old man outside actually yelled at him with a shrill voice.Huang Yimao found that when the tree was entangled with red rope, countless branches suddenly appeared and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was trying to entangle the old man.

Huang Yimao felt a chill on his back. Without hesitation, Huang Yimao jumped out of the house without hesitation. Between waves, several half moon shaped blades had been struck out and directly cut off the twigs wrapped around the old man.

When the old man saw Huang Yimao come out, he was relieved, but his work didn't stop. He was still winding.

The tree seemed to be frightened by something. The red light flashed, as if trying to break away from the red rope.

After winding the second red rope, the old man took out the third red rope directly from his pocket and began to wind it round and round again.

At this time, the growth speed of the branches seems to be suddenly accelerated, constantly winding over, as if countless hair ready to wrap a few people inside.

Huang Yimao didn't dare to be slighted. He kept on waving the edge and cutting off the twigs.

But the branches are more and more, more and more dense, cut off one, turned into two, all of a sudden Huang Yimao can't look at each other.

"Come on, damn it. I just can't hold on to it." Huang Yimao's face is pale. His cultivation in his heart is not good at all. Now he is forced to play the edge one after another. He feels that he can't do it.

At this time, a group of branches suddenly entangled Huang Yimao's left hand. He wanted to cut it off, but it was too late. He could not help but feel cold in his heart and felt like he was out of the world.