The Ghost King's
Xingyun Mountain

Amara asked again, "What happened after that father?"

My father said, "After that the people from the small villages around Xingyun Mountain were almost eaten. Those people started walking out again in the end they actually got into the cave around them and just died."

My father looked at me and said, "It's not over ..."

My mother beat him up again and said, "Had enough of my daughter back to painstakingly tell him something later."

The wine was thought to be quite strong, my father looked a little very drunk and despite my mother's obstruction, He continued, "Well it's been passed down for a hundred years The older generation doesn't dare go to Hangyun." the mountain.

His father continued his conversation, "Young generations don't take it seriously they think the old man is telling a story, The wooded Xingyun Mountain had two young woodcutters so they were unwilling to ask them to accompany them to Xingyun Mountain.

The old men were frightened but the young men were very young and excited. How can they stop them?, they can only hope that they will return well.”

At this point my father stopped saying again I heard my father's clear words and I felt that he still had the potential to be a good storyteller.

Then my father took another sip of wine as usual. "Well guess what happens next?"

Before I could answer, my father said mysteriously, "That's how you think the two young men came back but it's the same as in the story on the first day they just came home and went down the mountain the next day, they start killing and attacking people everywhere, of course there are too many young men in the village so we can't let them bully us anymore."

“Some villagers took the hoe, some took the kitchen knife, it mercilessly threw it towards them the wife and mother of the two beside him crying while crying they both did not react at all,he did not feel any pain from being cut off with his hands and feet he pounced on these people as if he did not feel any pain, he said, after that exhausting day and night the two of them lost their remaining hands and feet lying on the ground they both did not die either. Their wives and mothers had already fainted from crying the villagers did not dare to relax,the next morning a villager saw him wriggling aside a few youths who had been playing well with them following them for two days and two nights.They discovered that they had stopped in a cave not far away and loss of breath ... "

After saying that, my father sighed, "Rara Dad didn't tell you that's all true

don't believe me, I know you're in a city where people don't believe in ghosts and gods but it's all true Ra. I'm not gonna lie to you, son."

"My father trusts you.But where exactly is Xingyun Mountain?" I asked.

"This father can't tell you anymore what if you don't obey?, father can't tell you." I refuse to give thanks for where the mountain lies.

Dad drank another sip of wine and got up and walked to his room and said, "Son daddy's a little tired today dad's going to sleep first."

She had just uttered a spell after dinner, "This old man is getting lazy He won't go to sleep until he's done bathing isn't clean at all." The atmosphere was filled with ruse.

I also ran all day and fell asleep as soon as I returned to my room and lay down on my bed.

In the next few days I went around the neighborhood and went to some relatives' houses with my parents, so I officially went home.

After relaxing for a few days here I prepared to go to Xingyun Mountain to take my original heart back, when I told my parents that I had something to go back to.

My mother's eyes turned red when she said this to them. "Rara, archaeology what are you going to do son? When will you be back later?"

I want to say that I will be back in a month or two but when I see my mother's expectations, I really can't say it out loud. If I don't come back I'll let him down how this heck amara's mind starts to panic.

In the end I didn't say anything. My mother put another box full of local specialties into the box, my mother sent me to the station before she left reluctantly.

As soon as my mother left I left the suitcase at the station, I carried the bag and walked to the other side of the bag full of food and there was also a tent. Although that memory has been restored it is still the human body's physiological needs it needs.

Speaking of that memory of mine I always felt that the memory was not very complete recall because the memory was related to Ming El there was no other distinct memory, either, some appearances that seem to be strange in disjointed.

"Uncle, do you know where Xingyun Mountain is?" I asked his master.

The man shook his head. "Miss, I advise you not to go this is not a good place miss."

"Uncle can you give me a ride? I'll pay him dearly and I'll just look around the mountain uncle. To be honest I'm from my National Archaeology Team here to see the terrain first new pump researching it."

When the man heard this remark, he thought for a moment and finally decided to say, "Alright I'll bring you the neighborhood around but you can't get in."

Amara nodded and got into the car.

After passing through several small streets I vaguely saw a huge mountain.

my master lowered me and said, "I can't keep you company anymore look at yourself, but come back early don't go to the mountain."

"Well, how much should I give you uncle?" amara said to the uncle.

He smiled, revealing a simple smile, "No, no, no, my help is equivalent to helping a country-assisting country should be!"

Suddenly I felt a little guilty and smiled at the corner of my mouth.

I was not ready to go to the mountain until he was far away.

Cloud Travelling Mountain was no different from an ordinary mountain, there was no smoke around it but the trees were extremely lush. He could only see the tall trees outside and could not see what was inside.

There was no small village nearby, as if they had agreed to my father's words.

I walked with the bag on my back and found a small path for me to enter.It was fake to say that he was not afraid it was not true despite the strength in his body, but that was not true, his body could not resist at all and wanted to continue at that moment there really was something so powerful it would also probably disappear much faster.

Compared to fear,I am more curious this mountain has a heart that belongs to me but I believe that my heart will not have this destructive power.At the same time what makes the villagers so scary is all my curiosity at the moment I am like a fearless warrior in the slightest after all I have a high chance of dying. Better to die with no regrets than with regrets.

The trees inside were very tall and I was standing there with dense foliage unable to see through the light.

It was obviously midday but it was very gloomy the ground was covered with withered leaves, and every step he took would give off a "kacha-kacha" sound".

I walked up the mountain and I was the only human in the forest. This forest was a little gloomy suddenly a black ball of gas appeared beside me.

I look at it as if I'm very familiar with it, "Hmm?"

He chuckled and said happily, "I've been waiting for you for a long time......."

I wonder why his voice became so warm and pleasant to hear.The black fog seems to have a clearer line and one can say that it is a man and I am very familiar with his feelings, he said, it was as if I had been very close to him in the past.

"What are you waiting for let's do?" I asked casually.

"You'll be afraid of that" said the man