In addition, what is even more rare is that there are caves within caves hidden here. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info that is, there is a small feng shui bureau in a large feng shui bureau. It's just that the big feng shui bureau is naturally formed, and the small feng shui bureau has traces of artificial arrangement.

"If I'm not wrong, after crossing this forest, there will be a river, and on the other side of the river, somewhere, is where the dragon's lair is."

This forest is not big, and the trees are not dense, Zeng Yifan judged that it should not exceed 100 acres at most, and basically the naked eye can see that the opposite side of the forest is a relatively open area.

"Then what do you say, go through the woods." When Han Li heard Zeng Yifan say this, he was very excited and felt that a large amount of banknotes were close in front of him.

As soon as the words fell, Han Li took out a large bag of deworming powder from his bag and sprinkled it vigorously in front of him. Sure enough, as soon as the powder was scattered, all the poisons scattered in all directions.

So in a small forest, Han Li sprinkled medicinal powder in front of him to open the way, and several people followed one after another. But the effect of the medicine was not long-lasting, and as soon as the four of them left on their front feet, the poison behind them surrounded them again.

However, compared to the hardships of going up the mountain and the horror of going down, there seems to be no real danger in passing through the grove at this time, except that the poison looks hairy.

"The woods don't look big, but we've been walking for half an hour." Zhang Mengmeng said softly.

Saying this, Zhao Dapeng, who was already so tired that he couldn't pull out his legs, also shouted: "Will it be a fork in the road, how can such a small forest take so long." ”

"You can't go in the wrong direction, I have a compass here." Han Li raised the compass in his hand, ten thousand eighteen, pointing in the direction, it will not go wrong.

Zeng Yifan looked down at the time, from the time they entered the forest to now, they have walked for a full forty minutes, not to mention a hundred acres of forest, they can walk down more than ten kilometers.

"We're really stuck here." Zeng Yifan looked up at the front again and said in a deep voice. There is no mistake in the direction, but standing in the middle of the forest at this moment, it seems to be similar to when I first entered, as if the exit is not far away, but I can't walk there.

"It's miserable, we met a ghost hitting the wall!" Zhao Dapeng sighed heavily, but his spirit was obviously more excited than before.

"If it's really a ghost hitting the wall, are you so happy?" Zeng Yifan glanced at Zhao Dapeng.

In fact, a few minutes after walking into this forest, Zeng Yifan noticed that something was wrong. The trees in the forest are not tall or dense, so the area as far as the eye can see is wide. Through the forest, you can see the col on the opposite side.

How could it take so long to walk such a distance?

According to Zhao Dapeng's theory of ghosts hitting the wall, the scientific explanation is that if there is no goal, the instinctive movement of any creature is a circle. For example, there is a difference in the length and strength of a person's two legs, so the distance of the steps taken will also be different. Then go all the way, it must be a big circumference.

However, the reason why we usually walk in a straight line is because we are constantly correcting our direction with our eyes and brain.

This explains that the ghost hits the wall, usually because the corrective functions of the eyes and brain are not there, that is, the sense of direction is lost. Driven by instinct, man walked in a big circle.

This point is also introduced in Grandpa's "House Luck Record".

In ancient times, the construction of some houses to preserve valuables, in addition to setting up mechanisms, often made the house itself a trap, creating an artificial "ghost hitting the wall" pattern.

Generally, the small-angle displacement method of the wall is used. That is, the four corners of the room are not at right angles, but deliberately inward by a few degrees, forming an acute angle second only to right angles, and then the angle is restored in the middle to form a butterfly shape or figure-8 shape. Coupled with the special placement of the cabinets, it creates a "ghost hitting the wall" pattern.

As a result, the burglar enters the house, and after several searches, he will be confused by the strange angle of the wall, lose his sense of direction, and will not be able to return the way he came.

But now, the supernatural event of the ghost hitting the wall can be completely solved with science, that is, the compass or navigation.

The compass in Han Li's hand did not move, proving that there was no magnetic field interference around. It is true that they have been walking in the same direction all along, but why is it that no matter how they walk, they are still so far away in front of them, and they look back at the same scene? It was as if several people were on the treadmill, people were moving, and the ground was also moving, without moving forward at all.

Moreover, ghost hitting the wall will generally only trap one or two people, and most of them will take advantage of external factors such as darkness or the surrounding scenery is almost the same.

But now look around, not to mention that the trees are different, even those poisonous snakes that spit letters, and there are at least a dozen or so species that are not repeated along the way.

Thinking about it carefully, the state you are facing now is obviously much more complicated than a ghost hitting a wall.

"Actually, it's not difficult to crack." Zhao Dapeng's crooked voice interrupted Zeng Yifan's thinking.

I saw him take out a tactical dagger from his backpack and come to a large tree with no vine cover and more exposed bark.

Speaking of which, this dagger had won the Rat King with him, Zhao Dapeng felt that he had aura, so he found an excuse to tell his friend that he had lost it, paid a thousand yuan, and kept it with him.

"The ghost hits the wall because we lack indicators, as long as we make good marks along the way, we won't be trapped." Zhao Dapeng was full of confidence, picked up the dagger and began to engrave.

What should I carve? Or just engrave "Zhao Dapeng came here to visit", will it be a little dirty? Or engrave the words "Zhao Dapeng"? But the name is not very loud. Hey, there is a chance to inscribe, but it is quite tangled.

Just as Zhao Dapeng touched his chin and thought about what words to engrave, Zeng Yifan carefully observed the surrounding trees again.

Qiongniao Mountain should be regarded as sparsely populated, the temperature and humidity are suitable, this forest, no matter how you say it, is a primeval forest. However, not only are the trees not very tall, they are also not stout. What's more, the trees seem lifeless, except for the vines that cling to them and the poisonous insects that infest them.

Aren't these living trees?!

Just when Zeng Yifan was thinking about how to get out, Zhao Dapeng's knife had already been inserted into the trunk of the tree.

Suddenly, the four of them only felt the ground around them begin to tremble. The poisons that were originally hanging on the branches and lying in the grass were about to move, as if they had seen natural enemies, and quickly scattered and fled.

"What's the situation?" Zhao Dapeng subconsciously grabbed the vine next to the trunk with his hand to support his body. Could it be that there was a sudden earthquake?

However, the vines, which were originally full of green, were actually like those poisons, as if they were afraid of something, and they withered and curled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as Zhao Dapeng put his hand on it, the emerald green vines turned into withered trees in a few seconds. Frightened, he quickly withdrew his hand and stared at his palm in a daze. (To be continued.) )