Step by step, Saza walked to the top of the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, he sat down helplessly, sat on the rock, and sighed long and long at the sound of leaves flying incessantly.

At this time, in the valley of ghosts, another sound floated from nowhere, floating in the ears, making people feel the breath of death. In the midst of this sound, the mountain shook gently for a while, but gradually, the sound disappeared again, and only the singing and dancing of the people under the old tree could be heard.

Sasa climbed to the top of the mountain, thinking that when he reached the top of the mountain, he would not have to be afraid of the sound that came from the valley.

Gradually, it got closer, it got closer. He sat down, on a huge rock, and in a wisp of wind blowing from nowhere, he almost remembered that Honghong and peach blossoms were coming.

After sitting there and thinking for a moment, he raised his head, and glanced at the people dancing under the old tree, but saw nothing, except a desolate wind fluttering there like the tattered banner of a defeated army.

Sasa went under the old tree, and in the faint moonlight, in the desolate wind, he seemed to hear a cry from somewhere, but all of a sudden, the cry disappeared somewhere.

Sa sat under the old tree, and saw a huge dragon swimming in the valley of the ghosts, and wherever he passed, the rocks rolled down one after another in the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

Saza sat under the thousand-year-old tree, watching and watching.

At this moment, for some reason, the dragon stretched out its long tail and stretched it out beside Saza, waving it as if it was about to hit Saza, but it seemed to be beckoning to Saza.

Saza was so frightened that he didn't dare to sit down, and he didn't dare to look at what was happening in the valley. So, going down the mountain, running and running for a long time, I wanted to go home. At this time, how beautiful home is for him.

When he was tired, he sat down on a huge rock, and in the pale moonlight, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smoked it alone. He was so happy to be able to escape from the clutches of death, so that he almost wanted to sing when he was alone.

At this moment, a man came over, like him, and sat there smoking, and the smoke drifted in the wind, and it smelled strange on Sasa's face. No matter how many times it is, having someone to keep you company is a good thing anyway, especially in this ghost valley.

"Where is my brother going?" The man said to Sasa in a strange way while smoking.

"Go home." Saza replied in a desolate voice.

"Oh."

After sitting there for a while, Saza said goodbye to the man, and walked along a small dirt road.

But the man also got up, and followed Zazah, and walked without ceasing.

With someone as a companion, of course, it was something that Saza could not ask for, no, Saza smiled. However, in such a night, no one could see his smile.

After walking in the valley for a long time, Sasa didn't want to leave, and wanted to sit under a tree and rest for a while. So he sat down, sat down on a rock, and looked at the river flowing in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little happy.

At this time, he remembered Honghong, and he didn't know where she was, or if she was still thinking about herself. He didn't know. He just sat there speechless, in the company of the stranger, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him.