My Weird Life

 Amidst the shouts of everyone, this long motorcade stopped one after another.

There was an old man with a sharp mouth, dressed in silk and satin, with a shaved head. Accompanied by a few catchers, he drove his horse close to the hunters' mule and carriage. The old man with a sharp mouth was the steward who had summoned many hunters and accompanied the young men.

The sharp-mouthed old man was not a **** from the palace, but he spoke in a pretentious tone. He said in a sharp voice: "What's going on? If you move this tree, can't you continue walking?"

 Why is there no way out yet? "

"Sir, the road ahead has been cut off and you can't see clearly in the mist. If you don't believe it, just take a few more steps and look forward. This area is full of mud and cracks in the rocks. If you ride on a horse, the hooves of animals will get stuck in the cracks. If frightened again, these fine horses are prone to fractures—and fractures can cause serious problems!

 It would be even worse if the horse was frightened and the nobleman on the carriage was implicated.

 The road below can only be walked with two feet. Hu Lihu stood up, bowed and said to the sharp-tongued steward.

He explained clearly. The sharp-tongued steward listened to his words and nodded: "Wait, I will ask the gentlemen how to arrange it."

"Eh!

okay! "

Hu Lihu and others quickly bowed and responded.

Accompanied by several agents, the sharp-mouthed old man returned to the middle of the convoy.

He whispered a few words in front of the carriages. After reporting the situation, the domestic slaves at the back of the carriage who were neither stewards nor monks invited by the carriage all jumped off their horses and started walking from the mules. Several sliding poles were dragged out of the carriage and placed in front of the four carriages.

Wang Eryong squinted his eyes and observed the movement in the motorcade.

He saw the slaves carrying several sliders from the car at the back and secretly exclaimed: "These young men really know how to enjoy themselves. Even after they entered the mountain, their feet still didn't touch the ground. They had to ask people to carry them up the mountain...

 It would be good if the road ahead is easy, but the road is difficult. Let’s see if they can keep their feet on the ground! "

 “You keep your voice down so that others can hear you, and be careful that they seek trouble for you!”

 “What are you afraid of?

I am eight feet away from them and my voice is so quiet. How can they still hear me?

Is it possible that they all have good ears and are all gods and monsters? "Wang Eryong didn't care about Hu Orion's advice next to him.

Su Wu tilted his head and looked at the 'young masters' in the four carriages, who were wearing neat silk navy blue robes and pairs of high-top snow-white official boots. They stepped on the slaves' backs to make stools and stepped on them. Got on a few sliders.

The slaves held up the sliding poles, and the catchers, monks and Taoists all dismounted and gathered around the seven sliding poles. The sharp-mouthed old man led the team to join the hunters in front and continued to set off towards the mountains.

  The big guys on the sliding pole didn’t even look at the people below.

People like the Hu Hunters also lowered their heads and did not dare to cast a single glance at these young men for fear of causing some trouble to themselves.

Su Wu looked at the nobles on the sliding pole and found no "fake people" among them yet. However, whether these people are real people or not is still open to question.

The Manchu nobles have been transforming into pseudo-human beings for an unknown amount of time. It is impossible to say that they have already found a way to hide their true identities as pseudo-human beings.

At this time, a sliding pole was held up by the slaves and passed by Wang Eryong.

On the sliding pole, the nobleman, who was wearing a man's robe and official boots, but was actually a woman, glanced sideways at Wang Eryong and said casually: "This man has a mouth of twenty, so there is no need to follow him."

Wang Eryong looked confused.

The heads of Hu Hulihu are even lower.

Several domestic slaves gathered behind the sliding pole rushed out and held Wang Eryong down. Then someone took out a wooden board specially used to slap Wang Eryong's mouth, and slapped Wang Eryong **** the face, until his face was purple and blue. , blood bleeds from the corner of his mouth, and he stops after holding his hand for twenty times!

 “I, my slave, know I was wrong!

The slave realizes his mistake!

We have come this far, and I don’t need to follow you at this time. I have no way to go back by myself! "Wang Eryong was slapped twenty times in the mouth, and he finally understood where this disaster came from - it was because of his previous comments about these young masters that he received this severe beating!

But he did not dare to have the slightest resentment against these noble people. He only hated himself for being too talkative at the time.

Seeing that the team was about to leave, he knelt down in the mud and begged the nobles in the team.

 But no one paid any attention to him.

 The team was getting further and further away.

 The horses that were left behind were driven down the mountain by a few domestic slaves who stayed behind. Wang Eryong wanted to get close to him and begged them to give him a ride, but they drove him out of the cavalry with riding whips and strictly prohibited him from following!

He was panicking and looked around at the shadowy trees in the mist. He thought of Brother Sun Qi's words before and suddenly trembled, but he couldn't walk even more!

Obviously he is also an old hunter, and he is actually quite familiar with this route.

But now that he has lost all his courage, he can no longer take steps, let alone remember this mountain road that he has walked many times!

The carriage convoy was driven by several slaves and went further and further away.

In the mist, there was a sound of horse bells.

The sound of the bell also became farther and farther away, until it disappeared completely.

Wang Eryong was stunned for a while. The fog in the mountains became thicker and blocked the way he came. When he mustered up the courage to leave, he didn't know how to identify the direction in the thick fog.

At this time, bursts of eerie laughter suddenly sounded from the mist.

The burst of laughter moved from far away to near, and suddenly approached behind Wang Eryong!

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Wang Eryong's scalp felt numb, but now he couldn't care about anything and ran forward crawling on the ground!

The gloomy laughter sounded from left to right, forward and back, forcing Wang Eryong to constantly change the direction opposite to where the laughter came from while running away!

 He did not dare to stay for a moment!

Just running around in a daze - but ran out of the mountain!

As I ran down the mountain, the cold laughter suddenly disappeared.

 …

A group of people gathered around the seven sliding poles, walking one foot deep and one foot shallow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, through the mountains. They also had to be careful to avoid the cracks in the mountain that suddenly appeared in the mist, making the walk very difficult.

 Fortunately, there were a few old hunters leading the way. Although these people had a difficult journey, there were no accidents.

Hu Lihu looked back and said with some worry: "Er Yong went down the mountain by himself, nothing will happen to him?"

"We haven't really entered the mountain yet. There are no changes in the first part of the road, so nothing will happen. Besides, Er Yong has always been bold, so there will be no problem if he goes back by himself..." Ren Tu'er replied casually.

The other people also spoke up one after another. They all felt that Wang Eryong was always very courageous and an experienced hunter. There would be no problem in going down the mountain on his own.

Su Wu feels the same way.

There was nothing sneaky about the mountain road behind. Wang Eryong just amplified his inner fear when he was alone, so that he did not dare to take a step. He used some tricks to scare the opponent, and finally forced the opponent to take steps. Ran down the mountain.

At this time, he stopped and looked up ahead.

Hu Lihu and others also stopped and looked ahead with horrified expressions -

In the dense mist, a huge thing that was bigger than the mountain and looked like a tomb stood towering under the cover of the mist. The main peak and the twelfth peak of Zhonghuang Mountain were all tilted in a certain direction. It is precisely because these dozens of peaks are centered on a certain location and collapse toward it that they form this behemoth.

On this huge stone mass like a tomb, mud, earth and rocks wrapped around the grass and trees, leaving a large mess.

 At the top of the 'grave', there is a mountain peak.

That section of the mountain peak is like a towering tombstone, inserted on the grave!

Everyone is still far away from the 'grave', and they still feel that the tomb is too huge, almost filling their field of vision!

"This, this is a tomb -" Hu Orion looked at the huge tomb, his heart trembled, and he couldn't help but screamed.

 1. The plot needs to be foreshadowed in order to move forward.

　　2, a suitable entry point will make a plot have more twists and turns. Twist and ups are one of the main reasons why the plot can be exciting.

 The author is also very reluctant to write the foreshadowing, I hope everyone can understand.

 When an author is conceiving a plot, the first thing that comes to mind is what the climax of the plot will look like.