We can't get out, and we can't go back the way we came. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Ghost Valley doesn't live up to its name, and we've never encountered any ghost fooling around or anything like that.

The disappearance of the spider is invisibly a hint that there is something in our ghost valley that we don't know.

Shiratori and Old Black have discussed this issue many times. They are as enthusiastic and curious as a child discussing toys. And I always told him that it wasn't the ghosts, they always took what I said as wind in their ears, and they thought it was the ghosts doing the tricks, and finally I warned him that he was disturbing people again, and that he would be punished.

But since we have a good relationship, they don't think I'm going to punish him for this little thing. So they often forget my warnings.

Look, they sat in the open space and talked about it again in boredom.

"White Bird, are you Chinese ghosts real?" Lao Hei said first. Lao Hei is a person who can't hold back his boredom, he can always find a topic from silence, no matter who the other party is, except for inanimate and incomprehensible words, he will talk nonsense with others.

"I used to hear about it when I was a kid," Shiratori said.

"If it's true, then do you think Spider Girl was captured by a ghost" Old Black is as innocent as a child.

For Filipinos, our ghost theory is very foreign.

"I think it's possible, too" I was annoyed by their one-on-one conversation, not only did they discuss ghosts, but Shiratori also told Hei a lot of ghost stories that seemed to be his own experience. He added fuel to his words, telling the originally terrible story, and listening to it, he felt that ghosts seemed to be a characteristic Chinese culture. Shiratori can even bring the stories from "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" to "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", he does have this talent, don't forget, he is a writer, a third-rate writer.

But no one knows whether he is right or wrong, after all, there are very few people in this group who can understand the connotation of Chinese culture.

An unwritten person like Lao Hei, even if the white bird said that Sun Wukong killed Liu Bei, he didn't know.

I watched as Old Black let the story he was made up by Shiratori become history.

"Man, stop your," I said to Shiratori, who was babbling nonsense.

"What's the matter?" Shiratori gave me a wink.

"I have something to say to everyone, because of the disappearance of Spider Girl, I think of a question: "I think of a nasty leader, who always talks in a slurred manner."

"What's the problem, say it quickly," Shiratori is still anxious about his story with the old black general. "To be on the safe side, we have to have someone take turns watching at night," I said.

"Then who's going to keep watch," Shiratori asked, and most of them lazily looked away from my face when they heard this, I knew that no one loved to do this, and no one wanted to stand in the Valley of Ghosts in the middle of the night, it was a terrible thing.

I think it's time for me to take the lead. Authoritarianism is like that, whoever calls me alone has the final say, although the German nominally co-manages this group of people with me, but he rarely speaks, and generally does not give any advice, he does not use his brain in this little thing, and if he uses his brain, it is not worth it.

"We work in groups of three, our own team members choose by themselves, women are not included, after the team members are divided, they will take turns on duty, no sleep is allowed, for everyone's safety, I hope you cooperate a little, consciously."

Later, the old black chose Shiratori and me, and the Germans didn't take the initiative to choose, so he could only be on a team with the remaining Japanese, who didn't want to be with anyone. After the good people, we were on duty in the first half of the night, and now we have the rules, and suddenly there is a security team, so the security is strengthened again, and they can sleep and have a good night's sleep.

I know that this formation is just a kind of embryonic and will not last long.

I stood on a branch, not because I really wanted to stand upright like a soldier, but because I stood on the branch tightly and was bored.

After listening to the story of the white bird for a while, he no longer had the heart to listen to it, he felt that the story of the white bird might be told for a long time, and even his story could be told for the next century.

"I just want to know what happened to that man," said the old black as he stood up.

"Listen to me slowly?"

"You've been talking for a long time, and you haven't finished it yet, it's too long, and I'm thinking you're going to talk about it until dawn, don't you?" said the old man

"It's almost over, you're listening for a while." Shiratori said in a pleading tone. I understand the mood of Lao Hei, a person who has no interest in literature at all, he can't listen to Shiratori's literary history. He got up and walked towards the bushes, I didn't understand what he was going to do. He plucked a leaf and expertly rolled it into a cigarette shape. He stuffed some of the dried leaves into the rolled leaves. Ignite with fire. He gulped down on the cigarette he had made, not that he was smoking it alive. Under his big breath, the dried leaves were on fire, the fire was fierce, squinting his eyes to enjoy his hallucination, he did not notice that the fire had burned to his mouth.

"Go, damn it," he quickly threw away the fake cigarette in his hand.

"Haha" Shiratori, who had been watching silently next to him, laughed.

Black touched his thick lips to make sure they weren't burned.

I jumped off the branch.

"Why, aren't you a birdman?" Shiratori joked at me.

"It's cold up there," I said. I crouched down beside the fire and roasted my cold hands, the weather in New Guinea was hell like a boiler during the day and very cool at night.

"Something," said Shiratori as he stood up suddenly, and walked towards the bushes behind Old Black. I wasn't surprised by what he found, because he was always bored enough to make a ridiculous joke.

"Hero," he returned to my side and gently kicked me in the back with his foot. I ignored him and kept playing with the fire in front of me. The German guy was a man of heart, and he set up the firewood neatly on the fire, but when I played with it for a while, it became a mess.

"There's something," Lao Hei also ran over and said.

All at once our eyes were cast into the bushes in front of us, and his movement was almost great.

"Looks like a big guy," said the old black.

"guy," I said, picking up the stick that wasn't burning yet. They also each picked up a stick, which is our weapon, the most common weapon.

"Don't let him run a little," I whispered. We rushed towards something in the bushes as if we had a heart, and we were fighting like a thug. Even Shiratori, who had always been timid and afraid of death, became brave.

The monster in the bushes seemed to see us, and he strung out of the bushes, but we couldn't see what it was because of the darkness.

"Chasing" Shiratori blurted out. All we know is that the monsters in the bushes are like us, walking on two jumping legs and bigger than people. We chased it for a while, and it seemed to have climbed into a tree, and it seemed to disappear in an instant, and it disappeared from our sight like a ghost. We returned to the crowd disappointed, they were still asleep, and I counted the number of people and found that there was no less, so I sat down in front of the fire and dried my still cold hands.