My weird life

Amid the shouts of everyone, the 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 was accompanied by the young masters and brothers.

The old man with a sharp mouth was not a eunuch 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 away, can't you continue walking?"

Why is there no road 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 hoofs 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 in the car was disturbed.

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

He explained clearly, and 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 motorcade.

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 slide poles were dragged out of the carriage and placed in front of the four carriages.

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

He saw the slaves carrying several sliding poles 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 into the mountain...

It would be good if the road ahead is easy. But if the road is not easy, let’s see if they can keep their feet from touching the ground! "

"Keep your voice down so that others can hear you. Be careful of them seeking bad luck 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?

Could it be that they all have a soft ear 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 old man with a sharp mouth led the team to join the hunters in front and continued to set off towards the mountains.

The big shots on the sliding pole didn't even look at the people below.

People like Hu Lihu also lowered their heads, not daring to cast a single glance at these young men for fear of causing some trouble to themselves.

Su Wu took a look at the noble people on the sliding pole, and could not find any "fake people" among them yet. However, whether these people are real people or not is still open to question.

Manchu nobles have been transforming into pseudo-human beings for an unknown amount of time. It is unlikely that they have found a way to hide their true form as a pseudo-human being.

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 Orion and the others 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 hard on 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, realized my mistake!

The slave realized his mistake!

We have all come this far. At this time, you don’t need to ask me to follow you. I can’t go back on my own! "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 didn't 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 repeatedly to the nobles in the team.

But no one paid any attention to him.

The group drifted 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 lift, 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 any more!

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

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

The carriage convoy was driven by several slaves and drifted 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 this thick fog——

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

The burst of laughter came from far away and suddenly approached behind Wang Eryong!

"laugh……"

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

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 didn't dare to stay for a moment!

He just ran around in a daze—and ran out of the mountain instead!

As he 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, and they had to be careful to avoid the cracks in the mountain that suddenly appeared in the fog, 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 Orion 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 brave, so there will be no problem if he goes back by himself..." Ren Tu'er answered 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 felt 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 other party, and finally forced the other party to take a step. 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 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 position and collapse towards it that they form this huge thing.

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

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

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

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

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

1. The plot needs foreshadowing to move forward.

2. A suitable entry point will make a plot 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 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.