"You just said ...... Worship the mountain gods? I looked at him with a frown. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hmm!" Zhang Hansen nodded, raised his hand and pulled down a strip of red cloth from the straw man, and pointed to the blurred words on it: "This red strip of cloth has written the prayers and wishes of the villagers, which is a custom handed down from Turtle Village a long time ago. Use the straw man to pass on the wishes of the villagers to the mountain god, and worship the mountain god to bless the turtle village with good weather and a bumper harvest. ”

"But ......" Zhang Hansen sighed and smiled helplessly: "It turns out that worshipping the mountain god is useless. Turtle Village is still ...... At this point, it is deserted and has become an abandoned village. ”

I stared at the straw man for a while, and said lightly: "Worshipping the mountain god is just to give the villagers a sustenance in their hearts." If you want to make the crops good, you still have to rely on the hard work of the villagers. ”

"Yes...... Zhang Hansen sighed and raised his flashlight to shine ahead.

I looked at the straw man again, and I always thought it was weird, but I couldn't say anything strange.

"Let's go quickly, and get to Mawangzhai as soon as possible." glanced at Zhang Hansen, turned around and walked forward.

"Hmm!" Zhang Hansen replied and followed my footsteps.

After walking for almost an hour, Zhang Hansen suddenly patted me on the shoulder and stopped: "Team leader, take a rest here, I can't walk."

"Good!" I nodded, looked back at him, and reminded, "Next time you go out at night, don't tapped someone on the shoulder."

"Why?" Zhang Hansen sat on the ground and looked up at me with a blank expression.

I looked around and asked, "Haven't you heard that people have three fires?" One on the top of your head and one on each shoulder, what if you put out the fire on someone else's shoulder? ”

I smiled and said teasingly, "If I'm unlucky, I'll have to settle accounts with you."

"Sorry, this ...... I do not know. Zhang Hansen smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, remember not to pat someone on the shoulder next time." I glanced at him, sat down on a stone next to him, and hammered my sore calf: "Also, don't call other people's full names in the wilderness."

"Hmm!" Zhang Hansen nodded: "I know this, if you call someone else's name, you will be heard by those things." If you remember the name of those things, you're going to hook people's souls, right? ”

"Hmm!" I nodded, "That's pretty much what it means."

"Alright, let's go, it should be almost there." After resting for a while, I stood up and patted the mud on my buttocks, and suddenly I felt something wet on my buttocks: "What ...... something"

Raising the flashlight to shine on the position he had just sat in, he almost threw up.

There was a fat bug lying on the stone, and Bai Huahua's intestines were pressed out, exposed outside her body, and the insect's butt was still wriggling.

It was too dark, and I didn't pay much attention when I just sat down, and sat on it. Poor bug, I feel sorry for you for a second.

I took two steps back: "W-What kind of bug is this?"

The bug is a bit scary, the size of a baby's forearm, white all over, with a black circle on the top of its head, and a yellow mouth.

Zhang Hansen leaned over to take a look, stretched out his right hand and lifted the insect directly in front of me: "Don't be afraid, this insect is not lethal, it lives on leaves." This bug is a delicacy, fried in oil, crispy and crispy. ”

I took two steps back, pulled a tissue out of my bag, and wiped the sticky liquid from my hands.

"This bug is also a specialty of Turtle Village, I haven't seen this kind of bug anywhere else, only around Turtle Village, and there are many of them." Zhang Hansen explained.

I tugged at the corners of my mouth: "This turtle mountain...... It's quite rich in species. ”