It was already afternoon, because there were many trees on the mountain, and the fog was relatively thick, so we couldn't see clearly, so we walked very slowly.

The old man led the way in front, stopping and stopping, and from time to time he would take out the compass and look at it for a while.

At this time, I suddenly noticed that the old man's flour bag had a small hole, and with each step, some of it would spill out, a bit like an hourglass, pulling a thin white line on the ground.

I whispered a reminder, and the old man didn't reply and said: "This is my intention, now your village has become a yin village, I don't know how many strange things have come to these mountains and forests around, sprinkling flour is to leave us a way out, in case something happens, when you run for your life, you won't get lost." ”

I nodded, sure enough, it was the old rivers and lakes, and this detail could be taken into account.

After walking for a while, I noticed that the fog was thicker, the distance of sight was shorter, and the temperature was getting colder. It was silent, and there was no movement except for the sound of our footsteps.

I rarely come to this place in the back mountain, that is, when I was very young, I came to this mountain with my grandmother to pick up dry firewood, but this mountain forest is heavy, I don't dare to go to the deep mountains, and it is still in the foggy situation.

In this deep mountain, there are wild beasts.

Follow the old man on, and gradually, the slope of the mountain road has begun to steepen, and it is more laborious to walk.

With each passing distance, the white fog in the mountains becomes thicker and the temperature gets cooler.

Take a casual breath, and all you spit out is white gas. Everyone's eyebrows and hair were beaded with water.

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I don't know how long later, when my legs were a little weak, the old man suddenly waved his hand and motioned for us to stop.

"Daddy, a dick, something is coming, be quiet, don't move."

As soon as the old man's words fell, there was a sound of gongs and drums, and suddenly there was a thick fog in the distance. I wondered, how could there be gongs and drums beating on the mountains in the wilderness?

Just as he was wondering, the thick fog in the distance began to retreat to both sides at a strange speed. It was as if a pair of giant hands had suddenly lifted away the fog.

As soon as the fog cleared, vision returned to clarity, and everyone's eyes looked at the source of the sound without blinking.

As the sound of gongs and drums got closer and closer, a terrifying scene occurred. I saw that from the thick fog, a group of people slowly walked out to greet their relatives, everyone was dressed very festively and looked red.

The gongs and drums in front of them, the big red sedan chair in the middle of the middle, and the flowers scattered in the back.

This welcoming team, how to look at it, really looks like that, but when I look closely, something is wrong with me.

Because this group of people, all wearing clothes from decades ago!

And each of them walks in a particularly weird way, to be precise, they can't say they walk, but they are jumping. Everyone's knees were raised so high that they could almost touch their chests, and their arms were shaking sharply, which was very exaggerated.

At first glance, it looks like the whole team is jumping.

I looked down and gasped, and I noticed that their feet didn't hit the ground when they walked!

They pressed down on the soles of their feet, almost on their toes, but I saw it so well that not a single one of them touched the ground, even on their toes. What kind of walking is this, this is clearly floating!

Seeing this scene, everyone was so frightened that their scalps were numb, and they hurriedly covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound.