Time passed quickly, and when I came to the station in Qinzhou City, Xiangxi, a dilapidated and decaying scene came into view.

The muddy roads in front of you and the green mountains all around you seem to be due to the lack of transportation.

It's almost a world away from the outside.

Most of the passengers who also get off the train here are Hakka people in Xiangxi who have returned to their hometowns to worship their ancestors, and there is a very important tradition of returning to their hometowns in Xiangxi.

Even if a person dies in a foreign country, he must be taken back to his hometown by his hometown.

As many people left the decaying station with large and small packages, I spotted the middle-aged man who had been on the bus trying to sell me antiques.

He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, it seemed that none of the passengers in his hand were willing to buy it.

I turned to look at the muddy road, and for a moment I didn't know how to find the mountain in the photo.

In fact, I knew that doing this was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but as the time gradually pressed, I didn't have the opportunity to sift through the mountains one by one, so I had to come to my destination Xiangxi first.

Gradually there were only two of us in the station, depressed but about the same age, and I sat in a shabby chair looking at the black and white photo in my hand, trying to find someone to ask but didn't know how to speak.

Unexpectedly, the black-and-white photo in his hand inadvertently caught his attention, and he couldn't help but smile and tighten his eyes.

Asked again in Mandarin with a Hakka accent.

"The place in this photo seems familiar to me, but I can't remember where it is."

I was refreshed for a moment, but I saw that his expression seemed to be telling me, and for a moment I didn't dare to believe what he was saying.

It was almost night, and the station was silent, just as I wondered why he hadn't left.

He finally pushed an old motorcycle out of the corner and drove out of the station with its dim headlights, where it seemed that he often sold antiquities to passengers.

I won't leave until late at night when no one is around.

Looking at the empty station, I, a man in my thirties, faintly felt some indescribable fear from the bottom of my heart.

This feeling is more like being adrift in a foreign land, and a strong sense of loneliness can't help but rise in my heart.

I gritted my teeth and chased the middle-aged antique vendor's motorcycle lights, who seemed familiar with the place.

Maybe if you follow him, you'll find an old village nearby.

Towering trees were everywhere in the dim light, and the strange chirping of birds was accompanied by the eerie chirping of the moonlight overhead.

I followed the lights of his motorcycle, at first at a slow pace, and then had to run with my backpack.

For fear of getting lost on this muddy and dim road.

I don't know how long I followed, but the muddy road in front of me gradually turned into a winding mountain road, and I vaguely seemed to step on something under my feet.

It has a different texture and a weird hissing sound.

I looked down and was instantly frightened, and under the dim light of the flashlight, there was a flower snake nearly two meters long.

If everyone has the flaw of being afraid, then I must be the most afraid of the worm-like thing, especially the moment when it opens its fangs and big mouth to demonstrate like me.

My whole mind was almost blank, and I just wanted to run as hard as I could.

There are a lot of poisonous insects in Xiangxi, I actually ignored this, and didn't bring the flower water to repel mosquitoes, and now I finally suffered by myself.

The arm-thick Hua Mang quickly wrapped around my legs, so startled that I didn't dare to move at all, and when I lowered my head, I even made a death eye with it.

In the dim light, Hua Mang stared at me tightly with black eyes the size of beans, although I knew that the python was not venomous, but I couldn't help but tremble out of fear in my heart.

The surrounding green jungle seemed to be a towering figure against the backdrop of the night, and the strange atmosphere was filled with chills in an instant.

When I saw that it had not attacked for a long time, I had the idea of running away, after all, the lights of the motorcycle driving in front of me were getting farther and farther away.

If you don't take action, I'm afraid you will really be abandoned in the ancient mountains of Xiangxi.

"One step."

"Two steps."

When I took the third step, the python still didn't react, and this time I finally made up my mind to flee quickly.

Unexpectedly, he stepped into a muddy puddle and fell, and his heart and body were torn in an instant.

really responded to the old saying in the book, the hemp rope is broken at the finest place, and bad luck always haunts the hard-working people.

When I barely got up from the puddle, the flower mang flew straight over and scared me into the puddle again.

This time, I finally felt unprecedented suffering and pain, and as soon as my eyes closed, my consciousness was a little blurred, and I fainted.

When I woke up, I was lying on an old wooden bed, surrounded by narrow, dim light, and I could barely see a soup pot hanging in the middle of the cabin.

A figure was facing away from me, sliding the bright red animal in his hand with a razor-blade and into the pot.

The smell of meat gradually spread throughout the hut, and I couldn't help but swallow my saliva when I was hungry and cold.

This back made me feel so familiar, and when I thought about it, except for the antique dealer on a motorcycle, there was probably no one else in this deserted Xiangxi Mountain.

I don't know how he found out who he had been following him all along, and why he wanted to save me.

Could it be that this guy wants to sell me the two antiques he has in his hand, and if that is the case, I should leave as soon as possible.

If he knew that I didn't have any money in my pocket, would he use a knife to cut my flesh into the pot bit by bit.

Under this dense jungle of Xiangxi, it is obvious that the murder of a victim who will never be remembered by anyone will be pursued by others.

I couldn't help but be startled by my own conjecture, and I limped out of bed despite the fall.

Just as he wanted to push open the wooden house and escape, he was spotted by the antique dealer behind him, and he came over with the greasy deboning, which was even stained with the blood of fresh meat.

I didn't know what he was trying to do, so I was so frightened that I tried to push the wooden door open, but I fell to the ground again due to the injury on my leg.

The bright boning knife and the animal that had been cut into a skeleton hit my psychological defenses for a moment.

I, a man in my thirties, also experienced life and death in the tomb with the fat man, but I was frightened by the scene in front of me.

In the dim light, he approached me, and the motorcycle was parked in the corner of the cabin, as if to suggest to me that even if I escaped, he would easily catch up.

All thoughts burned in my heart in an instant.

Seeing that the firelight magnified his shadow infinitely, a smiling face gradually walked out of the darkness under the dim light.

In one hand he held a sharp boning knife, and in the other hand he was holding a bamboo bowl full of broth.