The Longevity Project

Chapter 592: The first night (2)

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There is a big temperature difference between day and night in Tibet, and the temperature at night is very low. We have taken adequate measures to resist the cold. Even so, after nightfall, I still feel a trace of coolness, as if there is a gust of wind blowing in the quilt. . I frowned and forcibly fell asleep, my heart said that you can still kill me in the cold today? I slept in the middle of the night, Chongyang took me to wake up, and I raised my head with a cold breath, "What's the matter?"

"There seems to be a problem."

"I've had enough." I mumbled, "This world has never been normal."

Although that is the case, I still followed the Chongyang Festival to put on my clothes. The temperature was quite low, and I could feel the water mist from my mouth sticking to the water droplets on the scarf.

It was quiet outside, and the solid fuel they used to boil water still faintly burned, and the cold wind passed through the canyon, blowing people's faces tightly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I seem to hear a voice coming from over there." Chongyang pointed in a direction, which was the depths of the canyon. I frowned and listened carefully. It seemed that there were indeed some sounds, like intermittent music, but in a trance, only the sound of the wind was left. If I listened carefully, I couldn’t tell whether it was the wind or the sound. what sound.

Chongyang and I stood against the wind and listened for a while, and there was a movement from the other side. It was another tent. I turned my head and saw that Li Yuanyi came over with a flashlight, "You heard it too?" I ask.

Li Yuanyi yawned, "It's noisy, something."

Li Yuanyi’s hearing is far superior to ordinary people, but what he said about being noisy should refer to me and Chongyang.

"Music, do you hear it?" I asked.

Li Yuanyi closed his eyes and listened for a while, "It's getting clearer and clearer. It's really wonderful that you can still hear the instrumental ensemble in this wilderness."

My complexion is not very good. On the one hand, it is cold. On the other hand, the sound of the faint ensemble in the mist here and there has become clearer and clearer, and finally even I can distinguish it. This is also a symphony orchestra, with clarinets, locks, and copper flutes. The tones are soft and melodious, and they have a minority atmosphere.

"Go and ask others to get up." I said.

Li Yuanyi took a flashlight to take pictures of the tents. In the end, even Fang Jinyue rubbed his eyes, shivering with the cold.

Hu Qinan's face was calm, "What sound?"

"It can't always be the symphony orchestra holding a concert over there." I said.

Everyone shone their flashlights in the direction where the sound of the musical instrument came from. The fog was filled, the rocks were rags, the old woods were teeth, and what looked normal in the day, it turned out to be like the gloomy road leading to the ghost gate, even the color tone. There was a faint glow of green light.

Fog's sound of beating gongs and drums is getting louder and closer, and a group of people are singing vaguely, and there are waves of footsteps.

Everyone didn't know what to do for a while. There is the depths of the canyon in no man's land. I want to go and find out, but it is really not suitable at this time. It is quite suspicious to stay in place and wait for death. As for running back, it is even more funny. Finally, Li Yuanyi said lightly: "If you are really afraid of death, I can go and have a look. Anyway, I have sold you the Ning family for so long, so this time is not bad."

The middle-aged man with a beard who didn't even tell me his name gave Li Yuanyi a cold glance, "It seems that Mr. Li has only recently invested in Yuanshan Real Estate." Seeing this man's tone, he said to Li Yuanyi. The senses are not good, just like me. Good guy, this middle-aged beard is bad for anyone's senses.

Li Yuan turned his eyes to look at the big beard, sneered, ignored him, but looked at me, "How about, Xiaoye Ning, do you want me to take a look?"

I was stunned when I heard the words. The name Ning Xiaoye was called Baiye more often. He has not been called by anyone since then. I don’t know if Li Yuanyi yelled casually or deliberately poke at me. I frowned and watched. To the farthest point our flashlight can shine, he muttered: "I'm afraid we don't need to pass anymore."

Vaguely they have already come.

The mist surged, and the wind in the gorge was blowing towards us, engulfing the mist, and the surrounding scenery was blurred and hidden, as if the world was eroded by the wind and fog, and in the wind and fog, a team was slowing down. Come to us.

It was a group of people wearing ragged red robes with a typical Lamaist hat on their heads. This group of people walked very slowly, and there was a group of people wearing bull-bone masks beating and singing. The wind was gusty and the green light was shining, this is not here to pick me up on the road.

"What to do?" Ning Peichun asked tremblingly, "What is this?"

My voice is tight, "Maybe it's a group of young people playing cosplay."

Li Yuanyi laughed, "Xiaoning still likes humor."

Hu Qinan frowned, "They are very slow. Let's pack things quickly and prepare to run away at any time."

To pack things is to take down the tent and carry the luggage. The prerequisite when setting up camp is to make it easy to run, so we soon packed up our things. At this time, the things behind us are getting closer and closer. Those waves of Tibetan-style folk music sounded like a ghost. I don't know if it was the environment or what happened. The sound of the music was just like urging my life.

As for the singing voice, it was a group of hoarse voices, which seemed to be chanting scriptures, "Ning Peiping, is this a Tibetan song?" I asked.

Ning Peiping still looked calm at this time, but in fact he didn't know it. He seemed to have a calm tone and said, "There are no songs in Tibet. Tibet only sings sutras. This is sing sutras."

"What are you singing?"

"how could I know."

It was a group of lamas, dressed in tatters, and could be roughly divided into two groups, one group was lamas in red robe and red hat, and the other group was people who beat instruments with oxbone masks.

It should be human... The fog is so full, I can't see if they have feet.

"Brother Ping, let's run." Ning Peichun shivered.

Ning Peiping shook his head and looked at us, "Is the Yin Soldier borrowing it?" he asked.

"You have read too many novels," said Li Yuan.

To be honest, I think so too. This is not an excuse for Yin Soldiers. This thing is very common. Shouldn't it be the standard configuration for field workers like us? If you don’t experience it once in your life, I am embarrassed to write it in my memoir, write it in my notes and pass it on to my grandchildren? It's not that they are useless.

Counting and counting, I have encountered all kinds of stalks, and it's not a bad idea to use a yin soldier to borrow it.

"It's not the Yin Soldier's borrowing." Chongyang said, "The people in front of them chopped off the branches that were in the way."

Yin Bing borrowed that the explanation given by those wild adventurers who like to write memoirs came from the magnetic field of something that was preserved many years ago, and then released after many years. , Just like playing a movie. Another easy-to-understand language is projection.

If everyone in this projection can chop down the trees outside the projection, then this fieldworker will have to reflect on whether or not what you encountered was a ghost soldier.

"Stop it," suggested the bearded man.

With a cry in my heart, I am afraid of death if I force my brother.

Brother forced, it's my nickname for Big Beard, and he won't tell me whoever calls him.

Hu Qinan stared at it for a while. The song and dance ensemble was getting closer and closer. The gorge was very wide, and we could indeed avoid it.

Everyone carried their bags and walked away. The Tibetan Song and Dance Ensemble over there didn't seem to notice us, but was still walking straight ahead.

Just as we secretly exhaled, a cloudy wind blew across the canyon. The use of the cloudy wind is not accurate. It should be a bad wind. A bad wind blew through, blowing away the fog in the canyon ahead, making the flashlight in our hand shine. Being able to illuminate farther, everyone was stunned at this time.

In the fog in the depths of the canyon, there were people in red Tibetan robes standing full of people. These people were either wearing horn masks or red lama hats, staring straight at us. Sluggish, but his sight is straight.

Cold sweat stayed from his back. What could be more horrible than when you thought the teacher had snacks during class did not notice, and when you looked back, you saw a group of school leaders listening to the class behind the classroom? (End of this chapter)