While I was praying to God, Qu Mo led me to the root of the tree. I reached out and held the trunk, and then I felt relieved. I turned over and rode on the tree, looking down. Fortunately, it was night, and the flashlight was blurry below, and I couldn't see where the ground was, but I still felt dizzy.
A light breeze blew over me, and I didn't know if it was because I was scared or really cold, but my body kept shivering. I took out the bottle of Erguotou, drank two sips and handed it to Qu Mo, and she also drank two sips in a generous manner, but she choked and coughed violently.
I simply taught her two spells to ward off evil spirits, which could temporarily seal her spiritual orifices. Sealing her spiritual orifices would also prevent the invasion of evil spirits, and the damage to her body would be much less. Then I told her when to use which spells and when to use which hand gestures, and then she slowly turned around and looked at the mysterious and gloomy cave in front of her!
There was a lot of mist rising from the cave, and the flashlight was blocked by the mist, so it could only illuminate a limited area inside the cave, and the scenery deep inside could not be seen at all. The mist only lingered at the edge of the cave, and did not float out at all, as if there was a glass wall installed at the cave entrance, sealing the mist inside.
I reached my hand in first, and it was freezing cold. The yin energy was quite strong. The fog was full of cold and yin energy. I'm afraid it has been accumulated for hundreds of years or even longer!
"Master Xi, let me go in and take a look first." Qu Mo, who had been riding on the tree trunk behind me, now stood up shakily, put his hands on my shoulders, and tried to step over me.
This intimate and ambiguous posture was a bit unbearable for me. Apart from anything else, her little hands on my shoulders, through the thick sweater, sent a hint of warmth, which made me feel gentle and charming. What's more, her body was rubbing against mine, and my breathing became rapid!
Fortunately, I looked down and saw the tails behind her, and my enthusiasm disappeared completely. She stepped in front of me, which gave me a chance to take a closer look at the pile of tails. The metaphor of "pile" is indeed inappropriate for the tails, but the furry tails squeezed together look bloated and fat, and I can't find a better word than this.
The fur was very shiny, and it was slightly shiny under the light. I was startled. Isn't this a fox's tail? There are illustrations of fox tails in Maoshan ancient books, because fox spirits were very popular in ancient times. I believe that many people who have read Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio will be familiar with ghosts and foxes. Therefore, the deeds of fox spirits are specially recorded in Maoshan ancient books. Fox spirits that have cultivated into spirits often have more tails, which represents their level.
When Qu Mo flashed into the cave and disappeared into the darkness, I just counted five tails. Legend has it that a fox fairy with thousands of years of practice can cultivate nine tails, and the nine-tailed fox is also the most powerful.
Could it be that the creature possessing Qu Mo's body is a fox fairy that has cultivated five tails
I'll have to think about this later, let's kill the nightmare ghost first. I propped myself up on the tree trunk, slowly stood up, and like walking on a single-plank bridge, I took a shaky step forward and jumped into the cave.
Oh my god, it was so cold, just like entering an ice cellar. I felt like I had no clothes on, and the chill penetrated into my bones. My teeth were chattering and my whole body was shaking.
The flashlight was entangled in wisps of mist, and visibility was very low, but several fox tails were seen in front, and Qu Mo was not far ahead.
The cave floor looked naturally formed, with no signs of artificial excavation. Due to the cold, a thin layer of white frost formed. The cave was not very large, empty everywhere, and there were no obstacles to move forward. The flashlight shone on the stone wall, and a corner of the mural that Qu Mo mentioned was seen emerging from the mist.
Damn, the drawing is so **** that it makes me blush when I see it. No wonder Qu Mo is too embarrassed to talk about it. This is almost as good as the illustrations in the secret edition of Jin Ping Mei!
Uh, I heard about it, I haven't seen it, do you believe it? Believe it or not, I believe it anyway!