"Is this really so complicated and mysterious?" Luo Hanya asked curiously. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's hard. You know, for example, this big plain in the north has a few strange hills in the middle. Do you see what's so special about it? ”

"It's a rare place to gallop."

"You'd think so, but by now, it's been a thought that has cost you an unknown number of lives. Can you see the places with the green meadows? ”

"yes, it seems that this place is more fertile than the rest of the place."

Franklin laughed unceremoniously.

"That's the Greenwich quagmire, also known as the quagmire of death by the locals." He said, "If you are not careful there, both people and animals will die." Yesterday I saw in my binoculars a moorland pony running in and it never came out. After a long time I saw it poke its head out of the mud puddle, but finally it sank in. Even in the dry months, it's dangerous to walk through there. After these autumn rains, it was even more terrible. ”

"Of course." Franklin said proudly, "But I will find my way to the center of the quagmire and come back alive." ”

"Oh! Oh, my God! Look at! Another hapless pony has fallen in. ”

At this moment, Luo Hanya saw that in the green mossy grass, there was a brown thing rolling up and down, and its neck twisted upward, and then let out a long cry of pain, and the terrible roar echoed in the moor, making Jazz feel his scalp tingle, and it was obvious that the terrible memory was still haunting him.

"It's over!" "The quagmire has swallowed it up," Franklin said. Two horses were killed in two days, and in the future, there is no telling how many more will be trapped. Because in dry weather, they are accustomed to running there, but they will not know the difference between drought and rain until they get tangled in the mud. This ghost swamp is a scary place. ”

"But didn't you say you could get through?"

"Yes, there's a path here, and only those who are very agile can walk through it, and I found it when I was younger, and I'm afraid I can't wear it now." Franklin sighed.

"But why would you want to go into such a horrible place?"

"Aha, that's when I was younger, do you see the hill over there? It's hard to get around, and the old mud quagmire cuts off the surroundings, like a lost island. Of course, the unique environment is what makes it magical, and it is where rare plants and butterflies grow. Franklin said with reminiscence, "I was courting a beautiful girl, and I proposed to her with the most beautiful flowers in the pure land. ”

"And then?" Jazz was intrigued and asked curiously.

"Of course it was a success." Franklin proudly lifted his old chin, "I spent thirty years with Azhuo, she went before me the year before last, and I'm afraid I'll have to go with her soon." ”

"You ......," said Sir as if to say something to comfort the big-nosed elder, was interrupted by his hearty laughter.

"Haha, I still have several lawsuits to finish! I'm not dying that easily. ”

"Oh my God!" Jazz suddenly shouted, "What's that?" ”

A long, low, indescribably miserable moan echoed through the moor, filling the entire space, but it was impossible to tell where it came from. It started as a faint hum, then into a deep roar, then into a sad, rhythmic hum. Jazz's face was dead to ashes, leaning against Lohanya and Franklin on one side, and looking around at the undulating fields dotted with green trees. In the vast field, there was no movement except for a pair of large crows croaking on the rocky hill behind him.

"This is the magic of the moor!" Franklin seemed to enjoy embracing the swamp and said lightly.

"What the hell is this?" Sir asked.

"I've heard it many times before, but it's never been so loud." Franklin said nonchalantly, "The nearby villagers say it's a call from death, and I've been scared like you back then." But then I looked up some geography books. The mud is clear that sometimes it makes strange noises, sludge sinking or groundwater rising up, or some other reason. ””

"No, no, that's an animal." Sir shook his head, clearly not convinced.

"Uh...... This one? ”

"Ah, maybe. Have you ever heard a heron call? Luo Hanya took over the conversation and said lightly.

"No, never heard of it."

"It's a rare bird in England -- it's almost extinct -- but it may still be in this moor. Yes, even if what we just heard was the call of a unique heron, it would not be surprising. ”

"It's the scariest, strangest sound I've ever heard in my life."

"Yes, the moorland is a mysterious and scary place. Look at the hill, what do you think it is? Franklin seemed intent on diverting attention.

The entire steep hillside is surrounded by a circle of gray stones, at least twenty piles.

"What is it, is it a sheepfold?"

"No, that's where our venerable ancestors lived, and there were many people who lived in the moors in prehistoric times, because no one has lived there since, so we see the same subtleties of the arrangement as they did before they left the house. Those were their roofless huts. If you take a walk inside out of curiosity, you can see their stoves and beds. ”

"It's the size of a town. When did anyone still live there? ”

"Around the Neolithic - there is no definite date."

"What were they doing?"

"They grazed cattle on these hillsides, and when bronze knives began to replace stone axes, they learned to dig tin ore. You look at the trench on the opposite hill, and that's the remains of the excavation. Yes, sir, you'll find something very special about the moor. ”

"Hopefully, it's so weird here." Sir shook his head and said unconfidently.

"Don't worry, Sir." Luo Hanya smiled confidently and looked at Jazz's eyes seriously, "Believe me, it won't be long before you can enjoy the unique scenery here with peace of mind." ”

"Perhaps......"

(To be continued.) )