Deping sighed, pointing tall tomb: "give your mother burned incense, knock heads it."

Hui Meng little incense brought from the house, futon so gracefully, no word in front of three tombstones knock heads solemnly. Luo Fei to the side, silently watching all this in mind Ancun: their exploration "ghost looking slope," the secret, do not know the monk seems, will also no significance?

Chapter VI Night Fire  wow gold

Festival Hall from the inside out, the sky darkening, the wind whistling breeze, with a bit cold. Beyond this point is clearly inconvenient to go deep in the mountains, the two monks follow the advice of the German level, fold on the back to the residence of the road. Although less Hui Meng found some answers, but not yet put down the burden of heart: why the island no one knows his own father? In the dream he had seen his mother, the scene may be why it is so terrible? Who can explain these things?

Luo Fei is heavy head full of confusion, the ghost looking slope - shipwreck - Festival Hall, the island people of this legend have become more bizarre, can be and everyone unanimously said, do not look like a lie, it is hard to find people One end of tail.