Lao Qiang became more and more confused, but no longer angry as before, but with a hint of admiration: "What exactly do you do?"
Lao Jiang and I looked at each other and smiled at the same time: "We are a group of unknown people..."
“But we are always ready to use our lives to defend this country’s treasures and cultural relics.”
For Lao Qiang, these words were quite profound. He nodded to us and said, "Although I don't understand, you are indeed different from everyone else in my impression."
"Wawu Mountain is shrouded in clouds and fog all year round, and there is a foggy area in front of it. If you see a fox, be sure to take a detour!"
Although the old gun did not save us, it still left us the most useful reminder.
This old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life is actually not as cold-blooded and ruthless as he pretends to be.
We smiled in understanding and continued on our way.
On the way forward, we suddenly heard a gunshot from behind us. Looking back, we saw the strong and old figure firing a gun into the sky unyieldingly.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The old gun fired three shots in a row, and we knew that he was doing it for us in his own way!
And these are the last words he left us: come back alive.
After walking for about ten minutes, there were obviously fewer black bamboos on both sides of the road. I asked Ge Weihan: "Have we left the range of Heizhugou?"
To be honest, I still really want to stay away from this ghost place. If any fox really gets married, I don't want to be the groom of the mountain ghost.
I couldn't help but look at Yin Ling'er, and saw that her red face turned slightly pale again. She was just in time. If she sweated or caught cold from the wind, she would be sick again.
But just now I had good intentions to carry her, but Yin Ling'er kept asking me to be the groom of the fox, so I didn't even know how to reply?
Ge Weihan's face was a little solemn and he said: "The bamboos on both sides of the road are not gone yet, and they probably haven't left Heizhugou yet. Isn't it said that Heizhugou is a forbidden place of death? Can everyone really escape unscathed?"
"We want to leave, but the question is, will those naughty foxes agree? The groom is still here." Although Yin Ling'er's face looked grim, her jealousy was getting bigger and bigger.
This time, Lao Jiang acted as the peacemaker. He was worried that if Yin Ling'er's illness was not cured, it would be difficult to deal with Wu Xi.
With his persuasion, Yin Ling'er reluctantly agreed to let me carry her.
It's obvious that I'm the victim, but why does it seem like she doesn't remember the villain's faults and I'm taking advantage of her?
But I didn’t argue with her, I carried her on my back and continued walking.
However, before walking too far, fog gradually started to form around us.
The mist lingers in the bamboo forest, as if white flowers bloomed from black leaves, which looks really weird.
"Isn't this a thousand-year fog?" I asked in a low voice.
Ge Weihan said: "NO, NO, NO, we haven't left Heizhugou yet, how can we reach the Millennium Fog."
At this time, Lao Jiang's deep voice came: "What if the Millennium Fog is originally connected to Heizhugou?"
When I heard this, I was shocked.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker, like a white cotton jacket wrapped on the bamboo, gradually covering the entire bamboo forest.
The white mist seemed to be alive, growing up little by little, getting closer to us little by little, and finally turned into pairs of invisible hands covering our eyes.
This kind of fog is different from what we encountered in the Dunhuang Desert. At that time, we could still vaguely see the outline of the surroundings, but now I feel like I am blind, with a ball of white hair blocking my entire pupil. Living.
In sight, there is nothing but white!
Fortunately, there were footsteps nearby, letting me know that Lao Jiang and Ge Weihan were beside me. The heavy weights on their backs were silver bells and big bamboo baskets.
I tried my best to follow Lao Jiang, but as I walked, the steps in front of me suddenly stopped.
"Master?"
I reached forward to fish it out, but I only caught a ball of air. There seemed to be nothing there.
A creepy cold feeling came over me, giving me goosebumps on both arms.
I held back my patient fear and boldly shouted to Xi Zhou: "Lao Jiang? Principal Ge?"
Except for the fluttering and trembling of bamboo leaves, the surrounding area was empty, not to mention any humans or wild animals.
Gudong!
At this time, I could clearly hear the sound of my own swallowing, as if only I and the silver bell on my back were left in the entire forest.
Dazed, helpless, and lonely, they came from all directions in the west, squeezing me so hard that I couldn't breathe.
There was only a vast expanse of white in front of me, and I couldn't see anything. I knew that the most important thing for me now was to stay calm.
But can you imagine that feeling?
The teammates who were following suit suddenly disappeared.
You don't even notice when they disappear...
You can't hear their footsteps, you can't see their shadows, and not long ago, you violated the taboos of Heizhugou.
At this time, I didn't care about anything. I ran with Yin Ling'er on my back and shouted Lao Jiang's name loudly.
"Master!"
"Principal Ge!"
I kept running forward, obviously in the white mist, but it was like no one was there. Not only did I not hit a stone, I didn't hit a bamboo.
Has this dense bamboo forest also disappeared?
I stopped and tried to capture the movements of the Western Zhou Dynasty. In this thousand-year fog, even the sound of the wind seems to have stopped.
Could it be that I really got separated from Lao Jiang and the others, or was it just a cover-up?
Just when I was almost desperate, the sound of pattering rain suddenly came to my ears. The drizzle seemed like arrows flying off the string, shooting the white mist onto the ground bit by bit.
Gradually, I could vaguely see things.
The bright sunlight penetrated the fog and shone on the ground, and I saw a piece of black dirt beneath my feet.
I seemed to be walking on a small path. The black bamboo forests on both sides of the road were dense and airtight, but they were half a meter away from me, so I was not knocked or touched along the way.
Could it be that I'm just too lucky?
But I have never been a biological child, how can God be so kind to me?
"Ling'er, are you still there?"
I weighed my arms to wake up the silver bells on my back.
Yin Ling'er seemed to be sleeping soundly, and she snorted reluctantly, and I finally let go of my worries. No matter what, as long as she is around, I always feel a little comforted.
The drizzle fell endlessly, and the white mist became lighter and lighter, as if it had been washed away by the continuous rain.
But the sun is hanging high in the sky, it seems like a solar rain!
"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is sunshine but there is no sunshine." This poem suddenly came to my mind and I read it out.
The silver bell on her back moved, and her weak, boneless hands slightly circled my neck, as if she understood this sentence.
But she is a Miao girl and has never read poetry from the Central Plains. How can she understand this poem?
I guess I want to sleep more comfortably.
