The old man types skillfully on his mobile phone, and you can tell from his speed that he is very good at it.
Then the text is converted into a set male voice with a slight opera accent.
"Thanks. I'll give you some freshly picked fruit."
Uncle Ya grabbed two handfuls of wild fruits for the two men, and after Feng Yi got off the car, he stuffed a few cherry-sized wild fruits into Feng Yi's hands.
Feng Yi had never eaten it before. Seeing that the two people in the car were eating it happily, he took off his gloves, wiped the sweat off his hands and the small mud spots on the peel, and tried it.
Sweet, juicy and tastes good.
The two men quickly drove away.
Uncle Ya took off his straw hat and fanned himself with it, then threw it into the bamboo basket. He looked Feng Yi over again and quickly typed a voice message on his phone: "Come with me."
Feng Yi hurriedly followed.
"Uh... what's your name?" Feng Yi asked. Calling him Uncle Ya directly seemed disrespectful.
"Just call Uncle Ya!" voice from the cell phone.
Seeing that the other party really didn't care, Feng Yi didn't dwell on it and looked at the surrounding scenery and the flat road surface.
"I see the roads in the mountains are well maintained. Didn't you buy a car?"
Uncle Ya typed on his phone: "I have food, drinks and internet, why would I need a car?"
Feng Yi: “… makes sense.”
After thinking about it, Feng Yi decided to just go ahead and click.
"Uncle Ya, do you know why I came here?"
"You know, I've been waiting for a long time!"
"What do you mean?" Feng Yi asked.
Uncle Ya didn't plan to say more and turned on the music on his mobile phone.
“Who is singing, warming up the loneliness…”
While walking forward, he also danced to the rhythm.
Feng Yi: “…”
It’s confirmed, he is a healthy and lively old man.
Not long after, Feng Yi saw the "Feng family ancestral home" that the old butler had mentioned.
This was the first time Feng Yi saw the legendary ancestral home, which was a bit like the old buildings in historical dramas.
The area is not very large, and every brick and tile is very ancient, but not shabby, and it is obvious that someone has carefully maintained it. This mute uncle is indeed conscientious.
Uncle Ya walked into the house, put down the bamboo basket, and made a gesture, indicating Feng Yi to follow him in.
As he walked in, he tapped quickly on his phone and typed a long text-to-speech conversion.
The commentary with a hint of operatic accent sounded in the quiet ancestral home.
"See that sign with the word 'Feng' written on it? That room over there is where the Feng family worships and offers sacrifices to their ancestors. It contains some of the tablets of the Feng family's ancestors."
Feng Yi pushed the door open and walked into the room. He looked around and there was nothing special.
It's clean inside and the space is quite large.
I also saw some tablets with the names of Feng's ancestors written on them. Overall, it looked like a ritual. But Feng Yi had never heard of these names from his elders, nor had he heard of them from anyone else. Looking back three generations, there were fewer people who remembered them.
He looked around the house again.
How should I put it? There was nothing too surprising. And from the layout inside, it was clear that no outsiders had been here for a long time. The so-called ancestral house, the place for worshipping ancestors, was really not something that anyone cared about in this era, but...
A mission worth one hundred million!
That's it?!!
It's not that we don't respect the dead, but in recent decades, people have gradually simplified the tomb-sweeping process. If Feng Yi hadn't received this task, he wouldn't have had any concept of ancestral halls. He only saw some in TV dramas and never associated them with himself. During the Qingming Festival, he rarely cared about the three generations above.
It’s hard to imagine that a mission worth one hundred million yuan is taking place here
But since he was already here, Feng Yi did not immediately look for the family tree. He looked around and found that there were no kneeling mats like in the TV series, nor incense, paper, etc., so Feng Yi stood in front of the tablets and worshiped.
Later, Feng Yi was about to look for the family tree and ask Uncle Ya if he had any clues. He turned his head and saw Uncle Ya waving at him, and a voice message was played from his smartphone:
"Alright, just a token of your appreciation, come here!"
Feng Yi:
No, what does “just a gesture is enough” mean
Seeing that Uncle Ya had already walked out, Feng Yi quickly followed.
Uncle Ya took Feng Yi to another room, which had a blue brick wall that was no different from the surrounding ones.
Uncle Ya pulled the secret door on the wall open, revealing the fingerprint lock inside.
Feng Yi:!!!
Uncle Ya raised his thumb and pressed the fingerprint recognition interface, then took a step back and motioned Feng Yi to press it as well.
Feng Yi was confused. He walked forward and followed Uncle Ya's posture, raised his right thumb and pressed it.
With a beep, a door opened in the middle of a seemingly intact wall.
Uncle Ya didn't go in this time. He made a gesture and let Feng Yi go in alone.
Feng Yi prepared himself mentally, feeling that he had learned some incredible information.
I took a look inside and it didn't seem like there was anything special, but it was so mysterious that I became more and more nervous.
But since he has come this far, Feng Yi has no intention of retreating.
Take a deep breath and walk into the room.
The moment he walked in, the door that had moved away from the wall closed again.
Feng Yi became even more nervous.
As the door on the wall closed, many lights lit up in the seemingly small room. It was hard to tell what they were made of, and they were not glaring, but they were enough to illuminate.
It was because of these lights that Feng Yi could see the room clearly. It was not as small as he thought.
However, there are no ancestral tablets here, nor are there any sacrificial items left behind. There are some paintings on the surrounding walls, some of which look like snakes, and some are strange in shape. No matter what kind of painting it is, it is in a very ancient style.
After a quick scan, Feng Yi walked along the indoor wall again, but still did not find the so-called family tree.
Family Tree…
Where is the family tree
As he muttered, his eyes fell on a circle area in the middle of the room.
When you look closer, you will see that this is not an ordinary circle, but a snake biting its own tail to form a circle.
When Feng Yi stepped into the circle, the coin on his neck automatically hung up.
The side with the snake pattern on the coin emitted a blue light, and at the same time, a high-frequency sound came from it.
Feng Yi could only hear it vaguely, because except for the short segment at the beginning, the frequency of the high-frequency sound gradually exceeded the range that his ears could hear.
At the same time, not far from him, a nearly one-meter-high pillar rose from the ground. The upper stone slab of the seemingly seamless pillar unfolded, supporting a square object that resembled a book.
Why do I say similar? Because the cover of this book looks so weird!
Snake skin!
He may not be able to identify other skins, but he will never make a mistake when it comes to snake skin!
He had never seen this kind of pattern before, but it was different from the feeling that Lu Yue's wallet gave him. This didn't look like the skin that had been peeled off directly, but rather it seemed to have detached automatically...
Snake slough!
Feng Yi even imagined, if such scales existed on a snake, how big would that snake be!
No, this shouldn't be his focus right now!
Look at the zodiac coins that are still emitting blue light and remain suspended, then look at the pillar that seems to have grown seamlessly from the ground, and finally focus your eyes on the book on the pillar.
I don’t know what material it is made of, but it’s simple and has an indescribable, creepy feel to it.
The pages of the book turn automatically without wind and quickly.
Feng Yi couldn't see clearly what was written inside. He could only see that there were a few short words written on each page, some long and some short, in different fonts and writing styles.
Is this the signature the old butler mentioned
Is this the family tree
"This family tree... is very different from the family tree I understand."
No matter how slow he is or how little he pays attention to cutting-edge technology, Feng Yi knows that what is being displayed in front of him is not something that ordinary people can access!
At this moment, Feng Yi realized that "I'm in big trouble!"
Feng Yi froze there, with all the hair on his body standing up.
What’s scary is the unknown.
At the same time, he also realized that what lay before him was a path he had never thought of or understood.
He had a feeling, no, more like an instinct.
Instinct knows what to do.
Just like hens hatch eggs, birds build nests, spiders weave webs, and bees make honey.
Able to do without learning!
It is a memory engraved in our genes!
If this "family tree" is compared to a door, the moment you sign your name is the moment you truly open the door to the unknown.
The "Family Tree" stopped turning pages and a blank page was spread out.
Feng Yi stretched out his hand and wrote his name on the open page with his index finger.
The last stroke fell.
It was like a cloud of mist suddenly dissipated.
Through the fog, Feng Yi saw a vague shadow, like a coiled snake.
Consciousness gradually slips away from self-control, as if running back and forth on the edge of ancient times and the future, dreams and reality.
Outside the wall.
Uncle Ya stood quietly at the door, receiving new message alerts from his mobile phone. It might be from his online poker friends, or it might be from acquaintances from the surrounding villages down the mountain. But at this moment he did not pay any attention to the phone and completely ignored the alerts.
After waiting for a while, Uncle Ya smiled silently, stretched himself, looked at the sky, and then took out his phone to send messages to several groups:
"The weather in the mountains will change tonight, with strong winds and rain. Go down the mountain early and don't go to the top. Those who live on the mountainside should put away valuable items outdoors, drive chickens and ducks into cages early, close doors and windows at night, drive cars into the garage, and don't come out unless necessary. Don't worry if you're at the foot of the mountain, just put away your clothes early because there's a lot of moisture."
These groups consist of residents and staff living in the mountains or near the foot of the mountains.
When I saw this message from Uncle Ya, all of them came to my mind.
"Is this true? The weather forecast says it will be sunny soon."
"The weather in the mountains changes quickly. Uncle Ya is an old man in the mountains. It's always right to listen to him."
"The new waterproof car mat I bought has a bit of odor. I put it under the awning in the yard and plan to let it air out for a few days. Do I have to bring it back inside? I'm staying on the mountainside tonight."
"Put it away. Didn't Uncle Ya say that the wind is strong tonight? What if it blows away? Even if it doesn't blow away, it won't be good if all kinds of dead leaves and mud from the mountains get on it."
People in each group took time to talk, and some looked at the sky outside.
"There's not even a cloud. Is it really raining?"
It’s not that I don’t believe Uncle Ya’s words. People who have lived in Xiaofengshan for a long time or worked in it for a few years know that Uncle Ya’s weather forecasts are very accurate. He will always tell them in advance if there are any changes. It is much more accurate than the weather forecast on their mobile phones.
This time Uncle Ya’s words were too exaggerated, and many people were skeptical.
However, as time passed, everyone noticed that the weather was not right.
"Isn't it getting dark too early today?"
"I woke up to find that the sunny sky had turned cloudy."
"The weather has definitely changed. There's a lot of moisture. The outdoor humidity meter has given me several notifications."
"The weather in the mountains is unpredictable. Listen to Uncle Ya and get moving!"
When it got dark, the people who stayed on the mountainside were eating dinner and looking out the window from their houses. The visibility was less than five meters.
I turned on the yard lights, but couldn't see a thing.
“What a thick fog!”
“Fog doesn’t necessarily mean rain, right?”
"That depends on whether the conditions for rain formation can be met. There is a kind of fog called frontal fog."
"Really? This kind of fog in this season? It's not normal, right?"
"Don't worry about whether it's normal or not, I'll take a video first!"
As the man spoke, he picked up his phone, opened the door, and started taking pictures of the situation outside.
"All the snakes on the other side of the fence are gone!"
The king cobra, which is usually extremely arrogant at night, had no idea where it had hidden. The only sound around it was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
The wind gradually got stronger.
Raindrops hit my face, stinging it painfully.
The fog did not dissipate, and not all the water vapor turned into raindrops.
The air humidity is too high and breathing becomes noticeably uncomfortable.
The man couldn't bear it anymore and reluctantly retreated back into the house.
Soon, the rain became heavier and was carried by the strong wind, hitting the windows with a crackling sound.
The cell phone signal went from full bar to one bar.
Where they can't see.
The sky is getting thicker and thicker with clouds pressing down from above!
The rumbling thunder sounded like a giant beast stomping above.
The strong wind swept up the water mist and rushed through the mountains fiercely.