Feng Xiaoyu didn't know how long he had walked, but when he passed through a forest, a village appeared in front of him, but Feng Xiaoyu found that the people in the village didn't know where to go. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Due to the impact of the flash flood, the mountain collapsed and cracked, and some large trees that had grown for many years were broken due to the flood and floated from upstream to downstream along the current. Among them, once you are hit by it, you will inevitably suffer some damage again.

The water in front of us was surging and flooding everything, and the water was thirty years deep, and if an adult was trapped in the flood, the water level would be directly submerged to the waist. Not to mention the difficulty of walking, you should also be careful not to be swept away by floods on the way, and fall into a swamp-like quagmire.

At some point, it was already raining heavily in the sky, and the wind swore that he had never seen such a heavy rain since he was born.

Feng Xiaoyu looked at the water flowing under his feet, and looked up at the four stone statues on the mountain. At this time, I heard Liu Siyu and the three of them calling his name faintly behind him, Feng Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to it, looked at the turbulent waves in front of him, plunged into it, dived into the water, and went up the canyon. The bodies of some of those who died from the flash flood drifted down the torrent, and the houses that collapsed due to the landslide were washed down by the flood in a mess.

"Heavenly Dao, protect me." Feng Xiaoyu silently recited in his heart.

"The host can rest assured that the system will help the host overcome any obstacles."

Listening to the system's words, Feng Xiaoyu suddenly found that the impact of the flood he suffered had become smaller, and the corpses and some tiles and debris that washed down in the flood would be pulled by an inexplicable force once they were within one meter of the wind and rain, and they would automatically avoid the wind and rain. Losing the resistance to move forward, the road up the wind and rain has become smoother.

Above was a small village, but now it was completely submerged, and the wind and rain could see it, on the hillside ahead. On a hundred-year-old tree, there is a long rope on it, and there are many surviving living people on it, who are now tightly pulling the life-saving rope in their hands. On the side of the net, the slope of the hill that had not been affected by the flash flood slowly moved to evacuate.

This life-saving rope, which carries hundreds of lives, is tied one by one with their own clothes and twisted into a rope.

"Hey, little brother, hurry up!"

At this moment, Feng Xiaoyu saw that there was a middle-aged man who was wet all over, standing on a huge rock on the edge of the flood, while tightly pulling the rope in his hand, waving and shouting to Feng Xiaoyu.

At this time, the middle-aged man saw the wind and rain falling in the water, and gave him assistance. But the wind and rain are now going upstream, in the eyes of outsiders, he is now taking the initiative to go to the source of the mountain flood, the mountain flood is from the top down, therefore, the upstream flood is a hundred times more dangerous than the downstream flood, even a thousand times.

Steep peaks and boulders are in the upper reaches, and the ground is gradually becoming gentler in the lower reaches. The survivors, with the only rope in their hands, were hiding in a safe place downstream, but the only one was going upstream, doing something that seemed very stupid to outsiders.

Many of the survivors saw the movements of the wind and rain, and regardless of the life-saving things they threw out, they actually rushed upstream in a daze. It was as if they had seen the end of the wind and rain that would eventually be swallowed up by the merciless torrent.

At this moment, the sky has become particularly gloomy, the sky is covered with dark clouds, the dark clouds are like a cyclone in the sky, generally gloomy and famously dark, on the one hand, there is a fog full of things, the vision of the sky has become blurred, at this moment, the sky is also suddenly blowing bursts of blood-red hair, like blood-colored mandala flowers.

Suddenly, I only heard a loud bang in front of me, like a landslide and the ground cracked, and Feng Xiaoyu saw many people pointing to the top of the canyon and shouting in panic: "Look, the mountain has collapsed, and something is exposed!"

Sure enough, many people were attracted by this sentence, and they looked towards the place where the mountain collapsed, only to see that inside the collapsed mountain rocks, rows of neat ancient houses were exposed, all of which were ancient southern houses, they were embedded in the belly of the mountain, only black eaves tiles and old doors and windows were exposed.

They were all pitch black, and the rain was running down the tiles of these ancient houses. The wind and rain stepped on this land, the soil under his feet was black, and the space was silent and silent, and there was a heavy fog everywhere. There are most of the ancient houses here, it seems to be a market, and it seems to be a monument buried in the ground by history, everything is so strange here, the ancient houses buried in the mountains for thousands of years, now because of the collapse of the mountain and appear in the world, but the strange thing is that the ancient houses here are unscathed, not even a piece of tiles damaged by the landslide has not been seen, is everything here is a copper wall and an iron wall?

At this time, the flow of the flood water outside began to slow down, no longer as turbulent as before, and the rain slowly stopped, and the people trapped in the mountains also took this opportunity to take refuge in a safe place.

Out of nowhere, a heavy fog blew in, and the wind and rain were buried in it, along with the monuments exposed by the landslide.

Feng Xiaoyu couldn't help but wonder when he saw everything here, why everything here was so weird, he couldn't help but think of some folklore here, if all this in front of him confirmed which legends, then the ghost gate that he wanted to write might really not be far from him.

For thousands of years, there has been a legend of the underworld here since ancient times, and the gate to the hell of the Yin Si is said to be in the northwest flow of Guangxi, the west area between the two counties and cities of Yulin, where the twin peaks face each other, and the door is closed in the middle of the gate, which is only 30 steps. Due to its tropical location, it is a humid fantasy of subtropics. Miasma breeds here, and mosquitoes, insects, rodents and ants are abundant. The night was shrouded in a white mist, and the crows were screaming, which was terrible.

In the past, there were many enlightened people who searched for this ghost gate, but this place was covered with fog all the year round, and these explorers finally lost their way in this vast fog, and finally miasma entered the body and became a dry bone on this Huangquan Road. Feng Xiaoyu saw the wreckage of the ancient battlefield here, the ancient chariots, skeleton horses, the white bones covered in rusty battle armor, the large corpses, and the white mist of the black earth under his feet, there was still blood and water that remained dry. It seems that there was a large-scale big war here.

There is a legend that back then, the first emperor won the government! In order to pursue the method of immortality beyond life and death, there have been three large-scale troops, coming here to find the Netherworld Gate, wanting to conquer the Netherworld, seize the throne of the Son of Heaven of the Netherworld, and be the king of the country of death, so that no one in the world can control his life and death, the ambition of the First Emperor angered the heavens, and he was not satisfied with being the emperor of the yang world, but also controlled the Netherworld and controlled the way of life and death of all living beings. The great battle of that year took place outside this ghost gate, and the thousands of soldiers of the Qin State have become immortal war spirits for thousands of years, and they have always remained on this Yin and Yang Dao.

Tens of millions of dead souls, not reincarnated, used their thousands of years of lives as a sacrifice to open up the art of immortality beyond the other side for the First Emperor on the road of yin and yang.

Until the millennium after the fall of the Qin Dynasty, since the Tang Dynasty, the villagers living here can hear the neighing of the war horses coming from the side of Tianmen Mountain and when the moonlight falls to the ground, they can see the shadows of the Qin army fighting and refining the army under the moonlight on the thousand-zhang high mountain wall.

In order not to make people panic, the matter was spread to the ears of the royal court, causing the court to pursue them, no matter which dynasty, the county order of each term of office here issued a ban, and the compulsory decree of 'closing the mountain and immigration' was carried out here, prohibiting anyone from talking about the ghosts and legends here.