When the three of us turned around, we saw a dark, thin middle-aged man wearing dirty, greasy clothes that were so colorful that we couldn't even tell the color. He was holding a stone statue of a mythical beast and glaring at us with his teeth bared.
I thought to myself, is this guy from the village? Look at his outfit, so shabby, not only are his clothes dirty and torn, but they are also the clothes from before the liberation. He must be one of those people who have been living in seclusion in Bamboo Worm Valley for many years and eating ghost food. No one has brought them food for many years. Look how hungry he is, like a little black chicken.
"We were sent by the government to visit the ghost keeper." I said this and secretly winked at Qu Mo and Shen Bing, telling them not to let it slip. If they said they were traveling, they would definitely be kicked out.
When he heard this, he was stunned for a moment, as if my guess was right, the government had not cared about their lives for many years. After a moment of silence, he asked me, "Does the government really remember us?"
I nodded and said, "The three of us are members of the Supernatural Association, and we are specifically responsible for finding the descendants of those ghost-watching people who live in seclusion in the mountains. After confirming everything, we will send food and clothing items to you on time every month."
This man suddenly opened his mouth wide, looking very excited and excited. He immediately held my hand and said, "I am the deputy chief of the Shouzhu tribe. You can just call me Laohei. Come with me to see the chief!"
The bamboo guarding tribe? Oh, they don't call themselves the ghost guards, but the bamboo guarding tribe, and this little black guy is even the deputy tribe leader. The three of us followed him along a path beside the bamboo forest and walked north. When we reached a place where there was no road, we went into the bamboo forest, turned east and west, and finally came out of a path.
It seems that the bamboo forest paths he led us on are all ways to survive. If he hadn't led the way, we would probably have ended up like those corpses.
Walking up the north slope and passing through a low bush, there was no road ahead, but Lao Hei took a step and found a road ahead. Halfway up the mountain, in the afterglow of the setting sun, a dozen dilapidated earthen houses dotted among the trees gave people a sense of antiquity and vicissitudes.
Looking back, from this angle, Bamboo Worm Valley is completely within sight. This valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, like an iron barrel, with no road leading out of the mountains. Jiming Mountain stands opposite, a tall chicken head-shaped peak, as if it is stretching out its sharp beak, staring at the gap between the bamboo forest and the foot of the mountain below, like a worm. There is a faint wisp of black air emanating from it, and looking at it from such a distance, I can't help but feel a sense of fear.
Oh, the dead rat's words "a worm in the Pleiades star official" probably refer to this. What does the wind gathering at the grass head last night mean? Thinking about the strange situation we encountered along the way, maybe the dead rat was reminding us that the enemy had dug a trap on the road to the grass head the night before.
The clan leader's house is located at the west end of the village, which is so big that even a pee can flood it. Among the many houses, it is the tallest and most imposing one, but it is as shabby as the other houses.
The chieftain was a white-bearded old man who looked to be in his seventies. He was thin and dark like Lao Hei, but quite tall, with a white cloth wrapped around his head. He looked a bit like Bin Laden! Lao Hei whispered a few words to the chieftain, who, as expected, remained calm about the matter.