He seemed to understand something, and he didn't seem to understand anything.

"I'm not reconciled! this is the camp I've been running for 3.3 billion years!" the skeleton was hysterical.

"But, but, didn't you say that the 10,000-year-old curse was not broken?"

There was silence for a long time.

"Oh, yes, it's time for me to go back!" the skeleton sighed. Then, there was no sound.

……

"Director, director, Liu woke up with them. Lin Min pushed Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang came back to his senses. He didn't know why he had this reaction. He shook his head.

"When it rains, you're going to hide here and sleep?" asked Zhang Yang with a grin.

"Oh! strange, aren't we hiding in a thatched house?" Liu You scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

Xiao Liu, who woke up, was at a loss at first, and then shouted: "What a heavy rain!" Then, looking at Zhang Yang and the three people in front of him, he said with a smile: "This, this rain is quite heavy." ”

"I had a strange dream about talking to a very strange-looking person...... Liu said.

"What kind of dream is so weird?" asked Xiao Liu.

"He said he was from ...... 3.3 billion years ago"

Zhang Yang listened silently, Liu and this dream were exactly the conversations he heard, and he also knew some information that he had not heard before.

"Cut! I can have seventeen or eighteen dreams in one night, what's so strange!" Xiao Liu said.

Liu You scratched his head embarrassedly, "I'll share it with you, it's not strange, dreams, it's common for people to fly in the sky." ”

"Director, let's go, the seventh is still waiting for us above!" Lin Min urged at this time. Although there are so many people, it is strange to be in a tomb and face a coffin.

"Okay, let's go! But since you're here, how can you go back empty-handed!" As he spoke, Zhang Yang walked to the sarcophagus and reached out to take out the stone box that the skeleton was holding.

"Director, there won't be any treasure in this!" Xiao Liu said hesitantly.

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and opened the box, only to see that there was only a yellow handkerchief in the box, and there was nothing else.

When everyone saw it, they all let out a disappointed "huh".

Zhang Yang put the stone box into the equipment bag, but it was actually put into the Doudou space.

Returning to the top, seeing Zhang Yang and a few people, the old hunter trotted a few steps, "Little nephew Zhang Yang, thank you!

Why do you have more words for "little nephew"? After thinking about it again, I realized it in my heart and said with a smile: "Uncle Lao Hunting, you are polite!"

"It's a shame that I claim to be the shepherd of the sacred mountain. The old hunter said ashamedly: "First of all, there is also the discovery of this hell gate, and at the same time, I myself have been poisoned by the Ecstasy Flower, if it weren't for you, I would definitely laugh until death." The old hunter seemed to have palpitations.

"Oh, is it the poison of the Ecstasy Flower in my uncle?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"Yes, twenty years ago, a herdsman in our village accidentally broke into an unnamed valley, that is, he was poisoned by the ecstasy flower, and then he went home and laughed wildly, and three days later he died of a terrible death. Lao Lie said: "After I woke up, I heard Lao Qi tell me the reason, and I was scared into a cold sweat, and I didn't expect that you know how to crack this poison, little nephew." ”

"Uncle, it's my honor to call me my little nephew, but don't add the word you, I can't stand it!" Zhang Yang said seriously: "Also, there should be no more such ecstasy flowers here in the future!"

"Why?" asked the old hunter curiously.

"I guessed too!" Zhang Yang smiled brightly.

But in my heart, I was thinking: The secrets are all in the sacred mountain! Where is the sacred mountain?

"Little nephew, this gate of hell may not be found, let's go to the next place!" said the old hunter.

"Uncle, what is the next target?" asked Lao Qi.

"The Foggy Mountains. The old hunter said slowly.

Lao Qi was stunned for a moment: "Is there anything special about the Wuli Mountains?"

"You can say yes, you can say no!" said the old hunter looking in one direction and dreamingly.

"Why!" Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, but he still asked strangely.

"I can't tell you how I feel, but when you get there, you'll know why I'm saying that!" said the old hunter.

“……”

The journey to the gates of hell was unscathed, and the six horses were leisurely in the meadow, and the fine-wool sheep were bleating and happy.

Looking at this scene, even Zhang Yang felt that the previous experience was not a dream.

"It's half a day's journey past the Wuli Mountains, let's rest first, eat and drink before we set off!" beckoned the old hunter, who pulled out the food from the horse's food bag.

Still: mare's milk, naan, fried dumplings.

"Uncle Hunting, do you have anything else to eat?" asked the seventh hehe.

"Aren't these tasty?" asked the old hunter as he took a bite of the naan, and he asked with some incomprehension.

"Oh, good, delicious!" Old Seven was slightly discouraged, he took a hard bite of naan, drank a sip of mare's milk, and sat down on the grass.

Zhang Yang smiled. He knows that Lao Qi is not picky about food, but regional differences. However, a person's life, whether it is ups and downs, needs to be experienced.

Sweet and cold with a fishy smell, this is the taste of mare's milk, how can it not be the taste of life?

Zhang Yang drank the last sip of mare's milk, and he stood up, "Let's go, go back to the city, I will invite you to a big meal!"

"Okay!"

"Long live the director!"

"Is your meal delicious?" came the old hunter's voice.

The crowd burst into laughter.

“……”

The half-day journey was almost there, but when I was at the foot of the mountain, it was almost dusk.

At the foot of the mountain, a tent was set up, and the night passed quickly, and the next morning, the sun was exceptionally bright, shining on the mountain.

But, strangely, even halfway up the mountain, this mountain range is always shrouded in a layer of mist.

"Uncle, this is the Wuli Mountain Range you are talking about?" Lin Min pointed to the mountain and asked the old hunter.

"Yes, don't you think it's strange that there is such a big fog on this mountain in this weather?" asked the old hunter.

"It's kind of weird. Lin Min said. But I thought in my heart, the magic of nature, a little fog on the mountain, is not uncommon.

"Director, you say, can there be anything in this fog?" said Lao Qi as he approached Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang had been observing this mountain range, and unlike everyone before, he found that behind the fog, there was a thin layer of light mask.

Since he had personally created the storage space, he knew that the space created by a strong person who had entered the natural realm of the Holy Realm and above had no trace, but traces could be found in the space created by a strong person below the natural realm of the Holy Realm.

If the thin layer of light behind the fog on this mountain is understood as the space of a strong person, then this strong person can only be a strong person below the natural realm of the Heavenly Dao. However, what Zhang Yang can't fathom is, what is going on with this fog?

"Just go up and have a look!" he said to Lao Qi with a smile, and then he urged everyone to go up the mountain.

It is clear that the mountains are very humid and foggy, and the main thing is that there are no roads in the mountains.

The higher he went, the fog became heavier and heavier, and Zhang Yang felt that the concentration of the fog here was definitely higher than the fog he encountered in the subbelt rainforest. The difference is that the fog in the subzone rainforest is just a conditioned reflex of nature, but here, it seems to have been deliberately created by man.

"Everyone, get closer, don't stay so far!" Zhang Yang reminded.

"Director, where are you?" said Lin Min's voice.

"Listen to me and concentrate in my direction. Zhang Yang prompted.

"It's such a big fog, you can't see it so close!" Old Seven muttered. Because he almost bumped into Zhang Yang, he knew that there was someone in front of him.

After a while, everyone was gathered together.

"Uncle Hunting, how did you know about this place? Have you ever been here?" asked Zhang Yang in one direction.

"I also stumbled upon it once. I've been up twice, and it's like a little bit more up here, that's what I call special. The voice of the old hunter came.

"Uncle Hunting, you are worthy of being a divine pastor, and this person dares to come up. "Seventh, hey.

"Don't we shepherds all walk around alone with a large flock of sheep? ”

"Then keep going...... ”

Zhang Yang's words interrupted their chat.

It was only ten minutes away, and Liu He, who was walking in front, exclaimed, and everyone looked up and their eyes lit up.

I saw the cliff in front, there were rows of brilliant pavilions with golden walls, the sky was full of glow, and the waterfall was rustling below, so it was a fairyland!

But the scene lasted only a few minutes, and it was like a mirage, and it disappeared without a trace. At this moment, the fog on the mountain road also disappeared cleanly, but the dense fog on the cliff just now became thicker and thicker.

"That's it! That's it!" said the old hunter excitedly, "This is the third time I've seen this wonder of the world!"

Just when everyone was still immersed in this incredible scene, they only heard Zhang Yang say: "What should be seen has been seen, we can go back!"

"Director, we don't seem to have collected anything!" Lin Min said hesitantly.

"Lin Min, you must remember that hard work is an aspect, the way of life, and seeking is a fate. ”

"There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't have to force it. Joy and sorrow are life, and bitterness and sweetness are life. Zhang Yang's voice came into everyone's ears, and this voice also passed through the depths of the dense fog and went somewhere......

In a small hotel near Lao Hunter's house, at dinner, Lao Qi said hehehe: "Director, I think your speech is sometimes too high and unfathomable, just like the mirage we see today!"

"Then you will call me a master in the future, don't call me the director!" Zhang Yang glared at Lao Qi, "Remember to read more books, what I said is from "Zengguang Xianwen", which is a Ming Dynasty work of various aphorisms and proverbs from ancient times to the present......"