This campsite located on the long slope of Longji, like a basin of ice water poured down my head, made my mood close to zero suddenly gloomy again!
The old thief of the Lord Buddha is also here? Didn't he lead people into the Demon Dragon Mountain last time? Could it be that they have already come out, but why did they come to this place
I suddenly felt like I was going crazy. The clues to Death Valley were provided to us by the'righteous son Qinren' adopted by Ah Da.
Moreover, Ah Da was with us at the time. He showed a very strange state, like a blank piece of paper that had lost his memory. It was entirely out of trust in him and an eager mentality to know the answer. Sun Yong compromised and traveled thousands of miles to get here!
The empty camp in front of me, but silently told me that the Lord Buddha is also coming, even a few days earlier than us. I can’t help but wonder if Ah Da’s "amnesia" will continue. Pretended? His position from beginning to end has never changed
The so-called antagonism to the Buddha is just a scene for us deliberately
But it's not right!
Today, all the truths hidden under the water surface have long since surfaced with the confession of the dakini’s identity. Anyone can lie in front of me, but I am sure that the dakini will never, because she does not have this. Necessary, I am her, she is me, one person may deceive the whole world, but he will never deceive himself!
My head was exploded by all kinds of chaotic thoughts. Meng Gantang and Qi Yan had already studied the maps in front of me at this time. The composition on the top was very simple, just like the work of a child's graffiti. This kind of hand-drawn simple map is only The mapper himself can see clearly that the map is actually more like a strategic road map of the ancient marching operations!
Qi Yan grasped her chin, focused on identifying the topography in the valley, trying to figure out: "From the general direction of the topography above, the locations pointed to by these maps are in this Death Valley! Unfortunately, the Lord Buddha and the others The remaining maps must have corresponding identification methods to decode the above content, but obviously we don’t have it... So, for us, these maps are no different from a pile of waste paper! "
As he spoke, Qi Yan threw the map in his hand back to the table in frustration, and began to look at the rest of the camp. Meng Gantang was not discouraged, and he was probably tired along the way, so he sat on a chair with his back against the fire stove. , Continue to study those things.
I shook my head vigorously, tried to suppress the mixed thoughts in my heart, took a look around, and saw the old bandits go in and out of the circular tents set up in the camp. It seemed that I had discovered a lot!
So I walked over to him and asked him, is there a new discovery
"Yes there..." the old bandit said to me with his eyebrows closed, but he stopped in the middle of the conversation, as if he didn't know how to proceed.
I was a little impatient by him, so I urged me: "Just tell me if you have it, twitchy, I said the old bandit, what's wrong with you? I don't usually see you like this. What did I find?"
The old bandit sighed, pointed to a tent beside him, and said to me: "Oh, I, my grandma's also can't tell you clearly, you can go see it yourself!"
I vomited uncomfortably, what the hell this old guy is doing... So he walked into the tent curiously. Since it was still daytime, the light inside was not bad. I saw two on the ground first. The backpack, from the door curtain to the inside, is covered with thick straw mats. It should be weeds cut from a nearby valley. It is green but very dry, as if it was deliberately squeezed out of the water!
I didn't care. This method of cutting grass to keep out the cold has been around for a long time, and it has been mastered by humans as early as the ancient times. Later, with the use of fire, it is much more convenient!
Some people who hunt in the mountains all year round will inevitably spend the night in a cold and humid cave. Take some weeds that can be seen everywhere and roast them with a bonfire. Putting them under your body will not only keep you warm and damp, but also avoid most insects. , Very convenient and useful!
This kind of tent is very big, half the size of the tent given to us by the leader of the camel team before. It can lie down at least five or six people in it, and the style is quite satisfactory. It should be a pseudo-military tent specially designed for explorers and mercenaries abroad. The heavy tarpaulin gives people a very safe feeling. There are many sundries on the shrinking metal pole above, flashlights, watches, and even There are also a few pieces of air-dried yak meat, which makes me suddenly curious!
I walked over and checked those things. They all looked new. They weren't the brand-new ones that were just processed and left the factory. They were clean. There was a strange cleanness everywhere, as if the owner of this tent had left. Seconds, I wiped these things just now!
I was puzzled, and put the pieces of dried yak in front of my eyes and pressed it with my hand. The touch was dry and hard, as if I just opened the bag and took it out!
I instantly understood what happened to the old bandit's hesitant attitude just now? Everything in this tent seems ordinary, but in fact it is full of a lot of abnormal factors. According to our preliminary inference, the people who resided in this camp should have left a few days ago!
The source of this time is inferred from the corpse at the entrance of Death Valley. According to the footprints on this Longji Mountain Trail, this camp may have encountered a terrible attack two to three days ago, resulting in That person hurriedly left the team and left here!
However, during the escape, maybe he had touched the corpse on the road, or maybe it was for other reasons. In short, he was infected by that kind of ghost, and finally died miserably near the gate of hell!
As for the other people in the camp, we have limited clues, and it is difficult to make a preliminary guess, but no matter what, it is impossible to match the quiet and neat situation at the moment!
I couldn't help but get nervous, where are those people? What happened in this camp at that time? Does this abnormal cleanliness mean that those people survived the crisis at that time, they returned to the camp, and left here just before we came
The feeling of anxiety is getting stronger and stronger. I even want to get out of these tents as soon as possible. The farther I go, the better, but after the changes from last night to just now, everyone is suffering from fatigue at the moment, and there is even death around me. Gu Youling is staring at him, I'm not sure, there is something waiting for us ahead!
But the only thing I can be sure of at the moment is that we need to rest, and we need to seriously integrate the weird things and the problems in our hearts that we have encountered one after another!
So, I walked out of this tent and exchanged glances with the old bandits outside the door, and signaled him not to tell Qi Yan the abnormalities here. There is enough trouble now, there is no need to bother them and fear together with us. !
After the incident at the gate of hell, Qi Yan seemed to have an instinctive sense of fear for the tents. She just wandered around outside these tents and did not choose to enter them. She sighed back under the awning and looked into the distance. The valley gradually shrouded in the mist of night suddenly let out a long sigh!
The old bandit didn’t know where he found a pack of cigarettes. He lit it and threw it to me. After walking in the desert for a week, and spending two days in the cold environment of Death Valley, it made my voice unconscious. !
At this moment, a mouthful of smoky smoke entered the lungs, and immediately coughed violently, the throat became fiercely stinging, and the tears and nose fell together!
Qi Yan turned out the water pouch and handed it to me, reproaching: "If you have a bad throat, don't smoke! Really, Sister Meng, don't care about him, please drink some water..."
After thanking me, I took the water sac and filled it with cold and icy water. The burning throat felt a little more comfortable. Then, I heard Meng Gantang lazily jokingly said: "What do you care about? It's not like Feifei you." What? Why, after only a few days of being here, I was seduced by this little villain? I can tell you, this guy doesn't look good on the surface, he has a nasty stomach, before... "(End of this chapter) )