After thinking this through, I decided that it would be better to go directly to Jiming Mountain. Maybe that bastard had already dug a trap there, waiting for me to go. I patted the two glass bottles wrapped around my waist with bandages. I was carrying that dead kid close to me, otherwise he would have taken him away last night, and that would have been a big loss.
I took out the map and took a look. Since Jiming Mountain and Bamboo Worm Valley are restricted tourist areas, there was only a circle marked on the map with four small words written on it: "Danger, no entry!" Although the terrain and roads could not be seen from it, there were two mountains nearby, which were both within the tourist range and the roads were also marked.
The route Chen Ming took should be a shortcut, because he wanted to return on the same day, so he didn't take us on a long detour. But the road over there must have been repaired in the tourist area, and it is much easier to walk than here. I don't know how long it will take to climb such a muddy hillside. Besides, this road has long been calculated by the other party, and it is also a hundred times more dangerous. I will give him a feint to the east and attack in the west.
We followed the path on the mountain peak and walked westward. After we got down the mountain, we saw a gravel mountain road. From time to time, we could see a few hikers on the road. We followed the map and continued along this road. At about 3 pm, we finally saw Jiming Mountain. There were warning signs everywhere outside the mountain, such as "Danger, No Entry".
To be honest, we are already very tired after walking here. We have been walking for more than seven hours without rest. Qu Mo is a little exhausted because the spirit fox is not on her. It is good that she has managed to hold on until now with her own body.
I asked them to wait outside the mountain while I went in alone to find out what was going on and then came back to pick them up.
Qu Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "I have practiced Taoist Qigong with Master Mao, so you don't have to worry about my physical strength." This girl is very smart and she immediately realized that I was thinking about her.
Shen Bing also said: "Let's go together, so we don't have to worry about each other."
"Can you hold on?" I looked at her and asked.
Shen Bing glared and said, "If you can't stand it, carry me on your back!"
I was stunned. No wonder she was so insistent. But she kept talking and climbing the mountain. She never mentioned asking me to carry her. Besides, the mountain path was steep and it was easy to fall when carrying someone up the mountain.
After more than two hours, we finally entered the Bamboo Worm Valley!
From the top of the mountain, you can see green bamboos all over the mountain and valley. They are planted very densely, leaving almost no gaps. You can't see what's in the bamboo forest from the top of the mountain, but when you get down, you can't help but feel a chill in your heart and a chill in your hair.
The bamboo forest was full of corpses and bones, which were particularly eye-catching. This may be a bit exaggerated, but within our sight, we saw no less than a dozen corpses. Some were not yet completely decayed. At first glance, they were all adventurers who paid the price of death for ignoring the warning.
At the edge of the bamboo forest, there is a stone statue every 100 meters. They are all mythical beasts that suppress ghosts! Like Qilin, Pegasus, Seahorse, Suanni, Yayu, Xiezhi, Douniu, Xingshi, all of them are auspicious things, not only bring good luck to people, but also suppress evil spirits. They may rarely appear in the folk, but on the eaves of the Forbidden City, as long as you are careful, you will see these big guys.
The eyes of these mythical beasts reveal a hint of spirit, and it is obvious that they have been blessed and offered sacrifices. No matter whether it is the resentful souls buried underground or the unlucky hikers who died in the bamboo forest, it is impossible for them to escape from the valley easily.
Of course, we didn't dare to enter the bamboo forest without permission. We stood at the foot of the mountain and looked around. We saw a group of houses on the north slope of the mountain, hidden among the trees. We thought it might be the village of the ghost guards. When we were thinking about whether to go over, we suddenly heard someone behind us shouting, "What are you doing?"
Damn, who is this? Why does he speak like a dead rat