"I wonder if you have heard of Natron Lake?" Abra suddenly changed the subject and said.
The name is somewhat familiar... Qin Ye raised his eyebrows and motioned for the other party to continue.
"The River Styx... Tanzania's River Styx... Tourists from all over the world call it that. On this red lake are floating bird carcasses - my lord, it's not what you think, these carcasses... They're like living , and some even pose as combing their feathers, becoming a rotten shell floating on the lake. There are too many pictures of Lake Natron on the Internet, you can take a look."
Qin Ye nodded slightly. After living in the sun for too long, he learned a lot about fragments. Although the name of Natron Lake is unfamiliar, it can be recalled when you think about it.
On the reddish water of the lake floated what looked like living bird corpses—at least from a distance. Wait until you get closer to see... those are all corpses!
The flesh has rotted, perhaps still wrapped in a layer of skin, and the interior has become hollow, but the feathers on the body have not fallen off at all! Just because death has become dim and black, like the canoes of the dead, wandering sporadically on the lake.
"It has something to do with this place?"
"There are some." Abra took a deep breath: "Legend... Every day at five o'clock in the morning, the corpses wrapped in cowhide are put into any stream in the ancestral sanctuary. These corpses will be like the birds on Lake Natron, Decay very fast until you become a mummy! Then... drift into the underworld!"
He looked at the mountain in front of him. Even though it was daytime, he still felt chills all over his body: "No one can find where these corpses have drifted to. In history, only three corpses have been found. But did you know... "
He shuddered violently: "These corpses... were all sutured!"
"The hide is completely sewn! It's like there's a mummy in the belly of the cow, but... no one can seal the hide! It's disrespectful to the ancestors! When any corpse is put into a stream, it must be a simple wrap!"
"Can you imagine? These corpses flowed down, and on the way... there was something that sewed up all the cowhide!"
His voice almost screamed, and the driver gave them a surprised look. Only then did Abra recover from his breath, and said hoarsely: "From then on, there is a legend... Every stream in this mountain is a river of Styx, and they eventually flow to the underworld, where tailors sent by the Holy Spirit sew up the cowhide and let the dead to be decent.”
"So..." He exhaled heavily from his nostrils: "There is only one way to enter the underworld in Madagascar."
Qin Ye rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Wrap yourself in cowhide and go down the river?"
This is too unfriendly to international tourists, right
Could it be that this is the disadvantage of not applying for a visa after landing without a passport
"Yes..." Abra nodded heavily: "The original words of the ancestral guardian who contacted me were: enter the refuge, wrap in a shroud, come to the lake island of the undead, and say his name. Other than that, there is no other way."
After a few seconds of silence, Qin Ye threw out a hundred RMB: "Go, get me a cowhide."
I'm sorry, but I don't have any change, Zou is so proud!
… … … … …
At night, the mountain wind is cold.
Qin Ye and Abra had already entered the Ancestral Spirit Sanctuary without any obstruction.
Qin Ye looked up at the moon in the sky. Indeed, the moon is a full moon, and today is definitely not the time for a full moon. The moonlight was pure white, even to the point of paleness. Let the trees, streams, and stones in the mountains be covered with a layer of silver gauze.
Beautiful, too beautiful to be true, too beautiful to be false.
Because, there is no other sound in the whole mountain!
No bird calls, no animal roars, not even insects!
Like a cemetery where ghosts and ghosts wander. I always feel... In those shadows, there is something invisible looking at me without blinking.
He looked at his phone, it was 4:50.
Right in front of him, there was a stream, which was already downstream. In the past few hours, they passed by several upstream families who were preparing to put their bodies.
It is not appropriate to say that it is a stream. Rather, it should be a small river that has long exceeded the depth of the stream. And the riverbed is very oddly shaped.
It is about three meters from the ground and about fifty meters wide. Both sides are soft wet mud, only a three-meter-wide stream in the center. As if... often washed by the river. However, this kind of flowing water between the mountains is impossible for flash floods. However, according to the soil of the riverbeds on both sides, this "stream" should have been tens of meters wide.
Qin Ye squatted down, and gently picked up a little dirt with his index finger and thumb. Put it on the tip of the nose and smell it.
Very new…
New arrivals... as if it had only risen to tens of meters wide yesterday, and... with a strong... corpse stench.
Corpse canal? Or the smell of the Styx itself
"The world of Yin Si is really more exciting than I imagined..." He clapped his hands with emotion and stood up: "The major underworlds have their own methods... Wonderful, quite wonderful."
Abra followed him with two cowhides in his arms. His face was even paler in the moonlight, he looked around nervously, his mind was chaotic.
Hades... The kingdom of death that has been preached for so long, where the Holy Spirit is, and now... do you really want to embark on this magical journey
He felt that everything went in the wrong direction after encountering this Chinese evil.
Dong... At this moment, he slammed into Qin Ye's back, trembling all over, and almost collapsed to the ground. His chest rose and fell sharply, and after a few seconds he trembled and asked, "Big, Sir?"
Qin Ye didn't say anything, just squinted and looked forward.
Right there, there is a pile of human skulls.
It was hazy, and the moon was so bright, but it was impossible to see what was behind. As if... the pile of human bones is a line, a dividing line between yin and yang.
But at a distance of hundreds of meters, the rolling waves can be faintly seen.
"Waterfall." Qin Ye said with certainty.
Silent waterfall.
Here, everything is dead silent. Not even the waterfall could hear any sound. That sense of sacred ritual, like a giant hand, grasped the hearts of every mortal.
The Holy Spirit does not allow any disturbance.
"My lord..." Even a mortal like Abra felt bad at this moment. It was an intuition that was close to death. His breathing was heavy, and he couldn't help grasping the hem of Qin Ye's suit.
"There's the end of the Styx. We're at the very bottom, and we're 'putting the corpses' above. We'll definitely pass through here... Get ready."
He did not continue to go down, to enter the underworld in such a cumbersome way, this is a procedure in itself, equivalent to an entry "passport", the key is not where the body is put, but this process.
"Sir... Really, really going?" Abra asked tremblingly.
"You can also not go." Qin Ye turned his head and smiled slightly: "Or... go in another way?"
Abra bit his lip tightly and dared not speak again.
"Ding ding dong, ding ding dong, ding ding bell..." There was silence, and suddenly, Qin Ye's alarm clock rang.
Five o'clock sharp.
The moment of the devil.
At the same time, the mountain suddenly sounded a low roar, as if... a flash flood broke out!
Started... The entry procedure for the underworld in Africa... Qin Ye stared at the surroundings without blinking, he didn't want to miss the wonderful moment.
Rumbling... The sound became louder and louder, and at the back, it was like the roar of the sea, and the rumbles in all directions were connected together, and the waves crashed on the shore.
Getting closer and faster! After Qin Ye listened to it for three seconds, his eyes suddenly turned to the upstream position. And Abra also followed his gaze at the same time.
Silver and white.
A piece of silver and white, galloping under the moonlight. There is still a long way to go, this kind of voice... this kind of battle... Abra opened his mouth wide, and his legs fell limp to the ground: "This... how is this possible?"
That's a wave.
The three-meter-wide stream is now rushing out waves dozens of meters wide, rushing through the mountains and forests like a tsunami! Run towards the waterfall!
boom! ! If ten thousand horses galloped, the shadows led the way, in less than five minutes, the wave rushed in front of them in an instant, and the three-meter stream suddenly swelled to a river surface with a width of tens of meters. Qin Ye finally understood how those wet riverbeds came to be.
However, this is not the most shocking at all, the real horror is... this river... is full of corpses!
Neat as if asleep. Put your hands on your chest, and spread the cowhide under your body, like a lotus leaf holding a lotus, densely packed, rushing down the river all the way!
All corpses, eyes are open.
It's like wanting to take another look at the world.
Thump... Abra, who had just stood up a little, had his legs as soft as noodles at the moment. He desperately tried to stand up, but he couldn't stand up straight at all. He only muttered to himself like crazy.
"How can this be… "
"How can there be such a large source of water in this mountain... No! These corpses... What the hell is going on with these corpses?!"
"How come there are so many corpses! And... and they're all just dead people! How can just dead people float on water! Shouldn't they sink? It's impossible! It's not true!"
Qin Ye stared intently at the big river. There seemed to be a lot of corpses, but in reality there were only a few hundred, but the momentum that went down the river was so grand that he even saw the end of the corpse tide.
"Prepare." He took a deep breath and said solemnly.
Abra nervously spread out the cowhide, Qin Ye grabbed two cowhide, and just as the last row of corpses rushed past, he suddenly threw the cowhide, and Abra was thrown on top. There was no time to listen to his screams, and he jumped up after him.
Peng... Just as he lay down on the cowhide, he miraculously found that the surrounding voices disappeared again. Even if the river was rushing under him, he could not hear a sound.
Like a canoe paddling quietly on a quiet lake, you can't even feel the cowhide moving!
"Has the gate to Hades been opened?" He simply closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the journey of the living dead.