The leaves cover the sky, the miasma is pervasive, and in the silence, all kinds of strange sounds are faintly heard, as if they come from outside the sky, and they are so strange that they pierce people's nerves.

They plunged headlong into the dense woods, along barely visible paths, through thorns and shrubs, hard branches and leaves, cutting through the flesh and wounded skin of the wind and the burning of the fire, which made him unbearable.

Feng Yiqun was holding a bamboo cane, panting heavily, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, all supported by his mind, and he struggled to walk forward. He looked at the trees that covered the sky and thought of Professor Wind.

Now that life and death are uncertain, he must have suffered a lot of crimes, and that hateful Thomson, who has a vicious heart and evil thoughts, can do any bad thing, and hopes that he will find Professor Feng one day sooner and work together to complete the cause of saving the canyon. Thinking of this, Feng Yiqun couldn't help but sigh, and Professor Feng's face appeared in his heart.

At this time, Professor Wind, driven by Thomson, was far away from the path in the swamp, rushing for the road, panting.

They turned left into the bush, and followed the outskirts of the marshland, all the way north, always in the shadow of fear, like frightened birds, panicking.

Thomson still struggled to understand what was wrong with the fact that he almost lost his life. He grabbed the short barrel in his hand and stared at the wind, the wind lowered his eyes, looked depressed, and his expression did not change abruptly. He turned his head to look at Professor Feng, trying to find an answer from him, but as usual, Professor Feng whispered to himself, as if he was out of the matter, not caring about life or death.

"Maybe it really happened. Thomson muttered quietly, "Just get the key and you're all set." He instinctively touched the test tube in his backpack, which was the great god of darkness, all his hopes, and the rebirth of the earth depended on it.

Thomson took out the drawings, examined them, folded them and put them back in his backpack, and then, taking out the locator hanging around his neck, looked at the sky, and looked down for a few seconds.

They were on the left side of the swamp, at the crossroads of a canyon and a dense forest, and made a sharp turn to the east, towards a bottomless canyon.

In the canyon, the fog is filled, hazy, overgrown with tall weeds, blooming five-colored flowers, dozens of meters high on both sides of the hanging walls, crawling with vines and towering trees, the ground is mostly smooth pebbles, large and small, white as jade, or blue like the sea, like prehistoric dinosaur eggs.

The sunlight could only shine through the thick branches and leaves of the trees, shining into the canyon and shining on them, forming dappled light and shadow. There are birds flying in the sky, giving them hope of life.

Thomson no longer feared that Professor Wind would escape, for without his guidance, he would be lost in the endless canyon and would only be a food for animals, and even more so for the wind.

With a twig in his hand, Thomson walked in the front, constantly sweeping the wild grass around him to prevent the poisonous snake from suddenly coming out.

In this way, the three of them marched through the weedy canyon until they reached the end of the canyon, where there was no road ahead and cliffs on three sides.

Thomson took out the locator, determined the direction, thought for a while, and then, turned to Professor Feng and Feng Sheng and said: "You guys go back ten meters, wait for me to climb up, I will find a way to pull yours, be obedient, don't have a bad idea!"

Thomson feared that it would be detrimental to him if either of them went up first, and that he had to take the lead.

Professor Wind and Wind Sound took a few steps back indifferently and watched as Thomson walked to the cliff on the left.

Compared to the other sides, the cliff on the left is the best to climb, and it seems that Thomson has a high IQ.

Thomson saw the two of them retreat, put away the locator, snatched the short tube into his backpack, and moved his hands and feet.

He turned around suddenly, reached up with his arms, bent his fingers, buckled the gap in the cliff wall, pulled up hard, kicked the protrusion of the cliff with both feet, and climbed up with his knees, and after half an hour of hard work, he finally reached the top of the left side of the canyon.

Thomson dragged a few vines, tied them together, made a rope, probed down, and shouted: "Quickly grab the rope, climb up slowly, stay at the bottom of the valley, it can only be a dead end, the language of the wind, you come up first!"

Professor Wind glanced at the sound of the wind, sighed, and reluctantly walked to the cliff wall, reached out and grabbed the rope that Thomson had dropped, and climbed up step by step.

After Professor Feng climbed up, Thomson wanted to give up the wind for a moment, but he pondered for a few seconds and thought that the wind was still useful, and he couldn't lose this assistant.

Passing through a piece of golden sand, five-colored stones, scattered on it dots and dots, like stars in the sky, the warm feeling, through the soles of the feet, rose to every cell of the body.

Go further, as if to a foreign world, there are two roads that come into view, look along the road, one road leads to the sunny world, where there is a warm spring breeze blowing, there is a golden light, as if the prosperous Buddha country, warm and bright, clear sound. On the other hand, the road was muddy, with terrible thunder and lightning flashing in the sky, hail and rain falling incessantly, the future was bleak, the cold wind was raging, and the farther you looked, it was even darker, and it was almost impossible to tell the direction.

At this crossing, it is the dividing line of life, either life or death, and it is the dividing line of the world, either life and death, or no return.

Thomson stood still, took out the drawing again, followed the road map, his fingers slowly slid over, kept rubbing, and then, his right hand gripped his chin tightly, his fingers opened and closed slightly, and he fell into deep thought.

Professor Feng looked ahead, he hoped to die with Thomson, leaving the hope of the earth's life to Feng Yiqun.

"How can it be the 'Dark Path'?" Thomson said softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it, "is this old fellow mismarked again?"

Thomson tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and gasped for air, making it too difficult to decide.

The wind came over and said, "Mr. Thomson, since the 'Dark Path' is marked on the drawing, what else do we hesitate?"

Without waiting for Thomson to answer, Professor Feng's face changed, and he shouted: "Fengsheng, you are so shameless, I treat you well, why is this so?"

"Professor Feng, everyone has their own ambitions, why bother, besides, I am not a slave of the Wind Ministry. The wind replied.

Thomson smiled and patted Fengsheng on the shoulder, "Thank you, I understand, in the future, we will share the world and share blessings." ”

Thomson put away his things and said to Professor Feng: "It's already in this place, where are you going, please, me and Fengsheng, just follow your drawing route, hehe." As he spoke, he waved his hand and raised his eyebrows, "Let's go!"

Thomson was the first to rush into the dark road, where there was heavy wind, thunder and lightning, and the road was muddy. Then, the sound of the wind and the professor of the wind followed without hesitation, and walked into the same road, leaving behind the cloudless, windy and sunny world.

The sky was as dark as ink, and there was not a trace of light, and only by lightning and thunder could we move forward. The cold wind howled, striking them in the face like knives, cutting their flesh and skin so painfully that it almost blew them to the ground. The sand and gravel on the ground were lifted into the air and fell on them like raindrops, and blood flowed from everyone's heads.

There was really no way, and the three of them hugged each other. The further you went, the darker it became, the stronger the cold wind, the heavier the rainstorm, the more muddy the ground became, and you could barely move your footsteps.

The three of them were almost about to collapse, and they had already begun to doubt in their hearts whether this choice was correct and whether they should give up.

Suddenly, the sky opened and the clouds dispersed, the sun hung in the sky, the white clouds were long, the warm breeze was comfortable, the road was clean and smooth, it was like a different world, everything just now, as if it was a nightmare, fleeting.

The three of them stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

Thomson laughed out loud, arrogant and arrogant, a feeling that a gambler had won big, "God forbid!

It's obviously a good beginning, but you get an evil ending, and you often see the beginning, but you can't guess the ending.

The gloom swept away Thomson's face, and he was followed by dancing and joy. He took advantage of the daylight to look at the drawings repeatedly, and his fingers were so excited that he loosened, clenched and loosened, the corners of his mouth trembled, and his eyes were full of smiles, as if he had won the battle.

Thomson pointed to the fork in the road ahead and exclaimed, "Ahead is the fork of gold and silver, on the left is the golden road, which leads to light and heat, and on the right is the silver road, which leads to darkness and cold." Don't guess, we must take the golden road, and at the end of the golden road is the 'golden mountain', the key to the anchor, if I guess correctly, it will be embedded somewhere in the 'golden mountain', Professor Feng, am I right?"

Professor Feng glanced at him, noncommittal, but his eyes showed that Thomson's judgment was correct.

"Why is it called 'Golden Mountain'?" asked Fengsheng.

After hearing this, Thomson smiled and said, "I guess, there's gold everywhere, haha!"

"Gold, isn't that going to make a fortune?" the wind exaggeratedly gestured, like a fool, and got more white eyes from Professor Feng.

Driven by Thomson, the three of them quickened their pace, and soon came to what he called the fork of gold and silver.

As its name suggests, it is resplendent and dazzling on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is like the Milky Way unbridled, plain and white.

Everything was as stated on the drawings, Thomson gave a thumbs up to Professor Feng in admiration, and Professor Feng silently lowered his head, perhaps he did not expect such an ending.