This is a very long mountain road. I should have said a long story short, but along the way, the fat guy still kept hitting all kinds of sideways without giving up.
This ghost shadow man is not at all guarding. Soon I learned that he wasn't because he didn't have a defensive heart against us, but because he didn't think we could get out alive.
The fat man asked a few more important questions at the time. The first one was about lynx. The fat man asked him first: "Are these lynxes raised for food?"
The ghost man replied "yes". He used to work as a spy and learned a lot of ways to domesticate animals. This mountain has very few hunters, so there are a lot of lynxes.
These lynxes are all raised by him. There are already a lot of them now. Lynx is very smart and human. He used the method of spying even teaching at the time, and after groping. Found a way to tame lynx.
Lynx is very strong and very fast. Climbing trees and swimming are very good. He used these lynx to harm a lot, including many hunters who came here.
The second question is about Panma. The fat man asked him about the situation of the horse, but he just laughed without saying a word, saying that he was probably dead.
When we first entered the village, Panma had already notified him. But what happened after that, he didn't know.
I knew he had concealed something, but I didn't dare to continue to ask. After that, he was speechless. After walking for less than a cup of tea, we came to a place overgrown with weeds, and we could see a lot of equipment and tent remains in the mud.
At first glance, it is a camp that has been abandoned for a long time. This is the outpost where the ghosts entered the ancient building.
We rested in there for a while, and the Ghost Man led us into a simple shack leaning on the edge of a rock.
The Wozha has completely rotted, and it has not collapsed because it is entangled with some vines on it. We bent over and entered, and immediately saw several corpses inside, completely entangled by vines, and covered with something similar to dry mud.
"These people died when they were dragged out. Those who were soaked to death by strong alkali will not rot after death. They are all dry."
As he said, the ghost man went in, fumbled for a few corpses, and broke off a piece from them.
It's really goodbye, because that thing seems to be a scale, already growing with the corpse. After breaking down, the ghost man shook it, and the crusted mud on the thing fell off, and it showed its original face.
It is a cloth bag.
"This guy is a very powerful tomb thief, just like you. This cloth bag has always been a treasure during his lifetime. There are many tools in it. Maybe you can use it."
The ghost shadow man said. After speaking, he reached into the mud in front of the corpse, dug a few times, and mentioned that the woven and mud lids were lifted up, and a cave leaked out. "right here."
I went down and felt for it, and found that the wall of the cave was made of slate, and I couldn't understand it.
"This hole is the same as the one I walked through, but it's much smaller."
"Some holes are for people to go, and some holes are for other things," said the ghost man. "After you go in, you will definitely see a lot of Milotuo. I don't understand the principle of the mechanism inside.
However, there is a trick-you have to find a very special shadow, this Miloduo is different from the others. In front of this shadow, one can use this. "
He took out a kettle from his arms: "There is kerosene inside. You pour the kerosene on the ground in front of Milotuo, and the direction of the oil will tell you the next route."
"How is it different?" I asked.
"I don't know, this is different every time. But I can guarantee that after you see this Milotuo, you will immediately feel the strangeness. The difference is very strange."
After talking about the ghost shadow man, he patted me, "You guys do it yourself, don't come out alive."
The ghost man left immediately after speaking, leaving us in the shack, feeling baffled.
"He didn't return the gun to me." The fat man said depressed. "I finally got the fat man. I rely on it. I already have feelings."
"He is going to give you a gun, what will you do?"
"I immediately interrupted his leg and roasted the lynx."
"That person is right. You think they are stupid." I said, "but he also has a conscience. He took the weapon away and gave us something."
As he said, the fat man opened the cloth bag that Ghost Man gave me and spread out all the contents on the ground to see what was in it.
The few corpses on the side make people look chilly. Looking at their relics next to these corpses is still the same, I don't think it is particularly polite.
But when I saw what was in it, I was also attracted to it—I didn't recognize many of the things poured out in it. The fat man's face was also half confused and half excited.
I asked him how, he picked out an arm-long iron needle from those things and threw it to me. I picked it up and looked carefully. The whole long needle was painted with black paint, I don't know how to deal with it, and there was no trace of paint peeling at all.
Under the light of a flashlight, the long needle presents a non-metallic texture, but judging from its weight, it must be a metal object.
The needle is very sharp, and there are some patterns that increase friction in the middle of the needle. If you look closely, you can see that there are six ancient seal characters on one side of the needle.
This is a small tool used by ancient pickpockets to pry open some very delicate jewelry boxes-use this kind of iron needle to insert the lock seam, and then pry open forcefully. These jewelry boxes are generally made of tin, which is very difficult to destroy.
At the same time, this thing can also be used to destroy brick walls that are not particularly strong. It is forged with a sword casting process. In the center of the needle, there is a copper core with a slight bend, which is very hard.
I have bought a few in the past, and very few people know the goods. It was too difficult to get them. Later, I played them by myself.
These corpses carried these things, and it seemed that this was a small tool they were accustomed to using.
These corpses must have swept one side in the early years, but they died unclearly. They have been lying here for dozens of years, making me feel a bit of the last sadness of Liangshan.
Dying for the wishes of others reminded me of Pan Zi. I felt uncomfortable in my heart. I felt it was a mistake to call him. I don't know how they are now.
Guilt is a very bad emotion. I actually understand that many emotions are not for others.
Do I really care about Pan Zi's safety? Maybe I just don't want to feel guilty. If Pan Zi came with his own purpose (whether it be for money or realizing some of his ideas), would I be so worried
I don't think, "Everyone is ready to meet their own ending from the beginning", this is my mentality.
To some extent, my heart is already a complete grave thief, and I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
These corpses have dried up and cracked, making it difficult to detect the cause of death.
The ghost shadow man said before that many of the deaths here are bizarre, and it is impossible to speculate the cause of death one by one. If you are stagnant because of seeing the corpse, then you don't need to go in.
The fat man divided everything into categories. Many things I don't know how to use. They are all small pieces, and there are some hot stamps—I have a good impression of this thing.
There are also some button-like things made of animal nails, which are worn with iron wire. The Ghost Man said these things are useful. I dare not believe it. Let the fat man put them away. In case we hang up too, these Something can also be good for later generations.
There are also a few things that I particularly care about in the odds and ends, which are some strange trinkets made by squashing the coins.
When I saw it before, I just thought it was fun, but the ones I saw were a little different this time. I found this aluminum-platinum trinket was wrapped in something, and when I opened it, I found that it was a pill, and after smelling it, it was gunpowder.
This is a self-made flares. After the gunpowder is burned, igniting aluminum platinum will produce very bright light. Although it is very short, it can illuminate a large area in a short time.
These are good things, I said to my heart. I put all these away, carried my gun, and urged the fat man to get into the stone tunnel.