Seeing its frightened look, it must be telling a lie. I climbed up a thick branch a few steps, put my hands over my eyes, and could see far to the east. The wind blowing the grass was as spectacular as the surging waves. Seeing it, my heart suddenly felt open. I saw a figure in the distance, constantly moving among the grass. It seemed to be Shen Bing.
But she was at least three or four miles away from me, and she was still running fast. I didn't know if she was hiding from the evil spirit or from me. She was working so hard. But knowing that she was still alive was more important than anything else. Anyway, I would catch up with her along the ridge.
So I slid down the tree, but then I remembered what the damn thing had just said about the two of them being hard to fool, and how I was confused when I heard it talking. I stared at it and asked, "Who are you? Why are you hiding here and harming people? Tell me honestly, how many people have you killed?"
The dead thing trembled and quickly replied: "I am not a thing, but I am not a person either. I am the essence of the corpses on the mountain, and I survive on pollen and the smell of corpses. I have lived here for decades and have never hurt anyone. I just play a joke occasionally. Even if you want to jump down, I will pull you up again. I do this just for fun."
I blinked my eyes. Damn it, I have never heard of corpses turning into spirits in my life. But this is not surprising. According to ancient books of Maoshan, the spirit in the mountains can turn rocks and trees into spirits. Moreover, corpses themselves have the residual breath of living beings. It is not surprising that they turn into spirits under the influence of the spirit of the mountains. And this spirit is different from ghosts. It can appear in the sun and absorb the essence of the sun for its own use.
"Didn't you kill those children?" I pointed at the piles of children's corpses over there and shouted.
"No, they were killed by the mandrills. I was born from these bones."
"Mandrill?" I couldn't help but frown. This thing does exist. It is a monster in the mountains. It is not the same as the real creatures living in the tropical jungle. This thing is a monster that has existed since ancient times. There are many legends about it, but it is generally found in the south. It is rare to hear of such monsters appearing in the north. It is said that this thing is a one-legged monster with great strength and can move as fast as lightning. I have never seen it so far. I don't know if the legend is reliable.
He looked up to the east, and suddenly asked it, "Where does the mandrill live?"
The damn thing pointed to the east and said, "Thirty miles to the east, there is a..."
I didn't wait for it to finish, I slid down the tree and ran forward. It was almost noon now. According to Shen Bing's speed, I would have to catch up with her until at least dark. Mandrills usually come out at night and sleep during the day. If I couldn't catch up with her before dark, it would be a disaster. She happened to run thirty miles away, and I couldn't guarantee whether she would be lucky enough to avoid the mandrills again.
However, Shen Bing won't run all the time. She will get tired eventually. As long as I don't stop, I should be able to catch up with her before dark. I didn't sleep that night, and I was beaten up by the Blood Night Demon. I'm still sore all over. Running for another day would really kill me. I really don't understand why Shen Bing is so energetic.
There were corpses of children appearing intermittently. It seemed that there were so many children that I didn't know how many years the mandrills had been causing trouble here. At the same time, I also felt a sense of fear. Mandrills harm people not only to fill their stomachs, but also to enhance their magic power. Will the dead ghost spirit who has lived in the mountains for many years be as powerful as the blood demon