A moonless night, the surface of the Yellow River late at night.
Sitting on the bow of the boat, I could see nothing except the dark silhouettes of the mountains on both sides of the bank and the occasional glimmer of light reflected by the water in front of me.
But the messenger happened to be extremely fast and very silent. Except for the sound of water breaking, the air was quiet and silent, and all my friends who entered the cabin were silent.
But I know that in addition to our boat, another boat has also followed us, just behind us. Even though these two messengers are like robots, even the frequency of rowing oars is the same, and the sound of breaking water overlaps, but Always slightly different.
This thought makes me a little bitter. Those poor old people were sent to this dangerous holy village after all. I hope they can escape because of us.
Out of boredom, I played with the lighter in my hand and lit it, hoping that the slight light could dispel the slight heaviness and uneasiness in my heart. This was my first experience of riding a wooden boat on the Yellow River at night. I always felt like I was on the water. Below, behind the darkness, there was something huge and dangerous following us. In the light of the fire, I saw that the messenger had taken off the hat on his head at some point, and it looked like a skull. The corners of his face and mouth were raised, and this expression felt like he was always sneering, mocking me.
"Is my person okay? When will he wake up?" I couldn't help but ask. His smile always made me feel a huge conspiracy, but I couldn't figure out where it was. I just instinctively worried about my companions. Come.
"I'll wake up naturally when I get there. Since I dare to take you there, I won't do anything on the road." I thought that the silent messenger wouldn't answer my questions, but he actually answered me, but the corners of his mouth raised even more. Awesome, it feels like it's more of a mockery of me.
For a moment, I didn't know what to say. It was clear that we had the advantage before, and I wasn't afraid of him now, but he had a feeling of being condescending and always calm.
In silence, the boat turned violently and then became bumpy. The water made a thunderous rumble and we entered a section of the river with fast currents.
I have never felt this kind of turbulence. It was difficult to sit still on the deck for an instant. I could only barely steady myself by lying on the deck. But at this moment, I vaguely saw the messenger suddenly stop rowing and stabilize. Standing steadily, he turned around and looked at me. I became wary. Just as I was about to make any move, I saw him raise his hand...
What is he going to do? At this time, I had just stabilized my body and was about to stand up when I smelled a strange sweet fragrance in the air. As my breath enveloped me with warmth, my body irresistibly began to feel sleepy and conscious. It also started to blur... I bit my tongue trying hard to wake up, but there was no way I could get rid of it.
I suddenly fell down on the deck again, and a strange thought came to my mind. Are there people with powerful medical skills in the Holy Village? This medicine is very powerful. Then, thick tiredness surrounded me. Before I fell into sleep completely, I heard the cold voice of the messenger.
"Since you intend to come as sacrifices, I will naturally not stop you, but how can I let you know where we are?"
I moved my lips to say something, but I felt that the tiredness from my body had spread to my soul, and then I inevitably fell into a deep sleep.
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This time, my sleep was extremely deep, but the strange dreams kept coming one after another. For a while, I dreamed that the holy village was full of monsters, and these monsters turned out to be all those that appeared in Journey to the West, which I loved to read when I was a kid. After a while, I dreamed of Master standing in ragged clothes in the misty holy village, with a sad expression. I tried my best to get closer to him, but he kept a certain distance from me, and I couldn't get close...
In my dreams, I could feel my sadness that seemed to come from reality, but my body did not have any experience with the outside world. This depression made me struggle desperately, and then with this struggle, I suddenly opened my eyes. .
My body is floating, and in front of me is a piece of green full of vitality. The morning mist is shrouded in this green, just like the hazy morning in the mountain villages in the south.
"Where am I?" This was my first thought, and then I heard a constant moaning sound behind me, like the sound of waking up with a headache after a hangover. I subconsciously looked below me. , it was a hard wooden board. I suddenly remembered that I was knocked unconscious by the so-called messenger on the boat. This memory made me suddenly turn over and sit up, but my head inevitably hurt.
"Chengyi." Brother Chengxin's voice came from behind me. At this moment, the curtain of the cabin had been pulled up by Brother Chengxin. He was standing in the cabin looking at me. Behind him were my friends who were waking up one after another.
Seeing them all wake up, I felt a little relieved. Then I took a long breath and looked at Brother Chengxin who looked a little weird and said, "We seem to have arrived at the so-called Holy Village."
Brother Chengxin did not answer my words, but continued to maintain a weird expression and said: "There are definitely masters of medical pulse therapy. I can't even connect the main medicinal ingredients of this powder based on the taste alone." I can't smell anything. He cleverly used other smells to cover up the smell of the main ingredients. I actually... "
"Come on, when we get here, do you still want to come up with some recipes? Let's save our lives first." At this moment, Xiao Chengqian stood up unsteadily and said something to Brother Chengxin.
I guessed that they would argue next, and I didn't bother to pay attention to them. Instead, I endured my headache and the dizziness caused by the slight drift of the water as the boat floated slightly, and began to look at the surrounding environment.
The place we are in is a small port with boats moored. There is a long wooden bridge extending into the water. The wooden bridge's piles are tied to one after another small wooden boats similar to ours. There are about twenty or so. Looks like a boat.
The water under the boat is clear and gentle, and the river surface is not wide. At first glance, it looks like a common small river in the south... .
Behind the wooden bridge is a large tidal flat, but unlike the vast yellow land in other places, this tidal flat is covered with green grass for some reason. Even though it is late autumn, they are still green, just like the grass in the south. Generally, not all of them will wither in winter, they will still be green.
Behind the tidal flat is a huge mountain range. As far as the eye can see, everything is green and does not look desolate at all.
And the mountains stretch all the way to the place in front that I can't see, and there are mountains behind us. But compared with that mountain range, the mountains behind us are like the mountains in the northwest, covered with layers of loess. It looks vigorous and vicissitudes of life, and all the weirdness only exists in this mountain range in front of us.
The river extends to the front and is blocked by mountains. I don't know whether it forms a huge bend here or whether it converges into a lake, because there are layers of mist gathering there...
All in all, we came to a place like this, surrounded by mountains on three sides and a peaceful tributary (it should be a small tributary of the Yellow River). The mountains on one side are like the mountains in the south, but the mountains on the other side retain the style of the northwest, which is weird. Contrast and shock, but the scenery in front of me is really not bad. It is fundamentally different from the holy village in hell that I imagined.
At this time, everything was quiet. I looked at all the boats. Except for the people in our boat, the other boats were eerily quiet.
"I'm so hungry." Hui Gen'er also came to the deck and stretched. In front of me, this kid never had any sense of crisis. When he came to a place like this, what he thought of was actually being hungry.
"That's right, what does this mean? Just leave us here and forget about it? Then why did you bring us here?" Xiao Chengqian muttered dissatisfiedly, which made me feel strange. What does it mean to leave us on the boat
I didn't speak, but bent down and washed my face with clear river water. The stimulation brought by the cold water immediately relieved my headache. After I felt that my thinking became clearer, I stood up and said : "Anyway, let's get off the boat and take a look first. I don't think they took us to a random place. This is where the Holy Village is."
After saying that, I jumped off the deck, jumped onto the long wooden bridge tied to the boat, and was ready to lead everyone forward.
"Who knows where that village is hidden?" Xiao Chengqian lazily squatted on the deck to wash his face and said dissatisfiedly, but he also believed that we were not taken to a random place. Just observe these big red flowers tied with If you look at the 'bridal boat', you will know that this is definitely a port belonging to the Holy Village.
Then, everyone washed their faces and jumped onto the wooden bridge after me. Just as they were about to leave, they heard the sound of "tick-tick-tick" and "squeak-tick" coming from the mountains in front of us. , the sound is far away, so it seems a bit blurry.
However, this sound made me think of the sound of a carriage or a donkey cart for the first time. Someone is coming