Late the next night, two figures stood on a platform made up of several outcropping rocks on the mountainside of the western slope of the Wonton Mountain. They wore airtight motorcycle helmets, full-body protective suits for motocross racing, and each held the handlebars of a mountain bike. The rain made a crisp "pop, click" sound on their protective clothing, and water droplets streamed down the top of their sleek helmets, looking like streams meandering through the mountains from inside the transparent protective masks. The rain was not heavy that night, and the raindrops were not falling too often, but the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves could still be heard. The man, who was a little stronger and had a slightly protruding belly, turned his head and said in a voice like a bell, "Hey! Shen Mingde! Are you sure this trick works? ”

Shen Mingde didn't answer, just nodded. In fact, his mind was beating a drum, and he wasn't sure if it would work, and he was even hesitant to do it. If he could think of a better way, he wouldn't do it. "There is no turning back from the bow. In the future, you have to move on, for better or worse." Chen Huaizhi's advice echoed in Shen Mingde's ears. Yesterday, in a wooden house in the woods, he did the "most cruel thing" that he thought would never happen in his life. Although he had never kissed Gao Bowen a finger, in the eyes of the other party, he was the culprit. Xiao Jing's voice and appearance lingered as much as the phone calls she made from time to time. Shen Mingde has no interest in legends such as "immortality", and he is currently most concerned about the imprint on his wrist, as well as ......

Suddenly, a heavy punch hit Shen Mingde's right shoulder. Then came Yang Guangcheng's "lion's roar": "Don't be in a daze! Check out the equipment. ”

As he spoke, he saw that Yang Guangcheng next to him had already taken action together. In addition to some things that might be used, Yang Guangcheng also stuck an old-fashioned one-handed hammer into his belt. According to him, if you really move your hands, this thing is better than a knife. Shen Mingde also put a small civilian self-defense electric baton in his pocket, and secretly prayed in his heart that he would not need this thing tonight. Because if you need to use it, it means that you are already in a very dangerous situation. He also attached a small camera to his shoulder, hoping to capture enough footage as evidence.

After the inspection, the two stood on the mountainside, like athletes on the starting line, waiting for a gunshot. However, the "gunshot" never seemed to have sounded, and Shen Mingde seemed to hope that the "gunshot" that set off would never go off. As long as this way, he can stand on the hillside safely forever with hope. Yang Guangcheng obviously couldn't wait. He patted Shen Mingde on the shoulder, and with the sentence "life and death are fate", he stepped on the mountain bike and set off first. Shen Mingde hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped on his bike and rushed down the hill.

According to Shen Mingde's idea, riding a bicycle down a hill not only accumulates fear, but is also easier to control than rolling down a hill on your own. However, in fact, the state of fear came faster and more violently than Shen Mingde had imagined. The moment Shen Mingde rushed down on his bicycle, nervousness and fear engulfed him, and he began to regret making such a decision. The helmet, which was supposed to be a protective one, became a huge burden, and the rain hit the goggles and blurred the vision. The eyes that were supposed to guide him away from rocks and trees became less agile, relying more on his instincts and reaction speed, as well as luck. Fortunately, the starting point they chose was not far from the bottom of the mountain, but Shen Mingde felt that the time he had spent on the mountain bike was as long as a quarter of the entire human history. Just when he felt that his five internal organs were flipping, his hands and feet were numb, and his spiritual sluice was about to break, Shen Mingde felt a feeling when the plane took off. A powerful centrifugal force pushed him off the bike seat, and a domineering gravitational pull ensued. In an instant, he followed the bicycle and cut into the water in a very ungraceful position. Fortunately, he didn't jump far enough, and his posture was quite correct when he was in the water, and he was not injured at the moment of entering the water.

In the water, the helmet and protective clothing worn on Shen Mingde became deadly shackles. He thought to himself that he would quickly get rid of the shackles of these equipment. However, the more nervous you are, the more you can't break free from it. At this moment, the hand of fortune lifted him. Shen Mingde suddenly realized that he was not far from the shore, and the gently upward extension of the lake bed was within reach. So, he struggled to hold the sand and gravel of the lake bed with both hands, and pushed upwards half-swim and half-climb. The water seeped into his helmet and was already over his nose and mouth. The mud and sand he stirred up clouded his vision, and he continued to move upwards by feeling, groping around for a way out. Suddenly, he noticed two snake-like and vine-like objects behind him, and at the top of them was a bud-like object that gradually opened up in a spiral curl and turned into a four-leaf petal. The four-leaf petals that opened were facing Shen Mingde. I don't know if it's because of the relationship between the water flow or because of autonomy, the snake-like vine man swings demonically. Shen Mingde didn't know how to describe it, but he felt that those two things were alive, like two vultures, hovering and waiting for their prey to die quietly. Shen Mingde didn't want to think about it anymore, quickened the rhythm of his hands and feet, and desperately moved forward. A few seconds later, he sprang out of the water and crawled a few meters on the beach without stopping. It wasn't until he was grabbed by a person and recognized that it was Yang Guangcheng that he was relieved, and Shen Mingde took off the helmet with great difficulty, which was extremely heavy on his hands and slid down his fingertips to the ground. Shen Mingde said: "There is something under the lake. Yang Guangcheng didn't speak, his mouth was slightly open and he gasped, and nodded slightly. After that, Shen Mingde was pushed by Yang Guangcheng and hid in the woods. After a short rest, I groped in the direction of the ancient village by the lake.

In the rainy night, there was no fog in the past, and there was only a curtain of rain in front of them, and the direction was clearly discerning. They weaved through the woods by the lake, dodging the open beaches and groping in the direction of the village. Yang Guangcheng crouched and walked in front, followed by Shen Mingde, and they watched around alertly. From time to time, they pause to discern whether there are other people nearby by the "snapping" sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. The two groped their way through a dense grove that separated the village from the lake like a screen, and they reached the stone wall of the village. Suddenly, the two of them noticed a light source on the other side of the stone wall, and heard the sound of raindrops bursting and evaporating in the dancing flames. Could it be that those torches were lit by the villagers in order to "welcome" Shen Mingde? He Yang Guangcheng clinged to the stone wall tightly and peeked into the courtyard. The house seemed to have closed doors and windows, and there was no light in sight. Following Yang Guangcheng, they took a few more steps forward and found that the same was true of the second and third houses. The two of them were a little bolder, so they leaned against the stone wall and observed the situation inside the wall. Looking beyond the courtyard wall, they saw a burning bonfire through the gap between the two houses, but there seemed to be no one around. Could it be that the villagers noticed their arrival and were already lying in ambush around? Or even if they saw the lake, they still didn't break the spell, or they couldn't see the villagers? Shen Mingde couldn't help but think. Yang Guangcheng seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, climbed over the stone wall, and entered the courtyard. Shen Mingde was about to follow, but saw him bow his hand and signaled him not to follow. Yang Guangcheng hid in the backlight of the courtyard, carefully observed, and then boldly sneaked to the gate of the courtyard. After looking around for a while, he crouched and walked back. He shook his head at Shen Mingde, as if to say that he hadn't found anyone. They moved a little further ahead and stopped outside the faint light of the courtyard walls. Just like what he did just now, Yang Guangcheng first flipped into the courtyard to check, and then he waved his hand to signal Shen Mingde to come over.

The two of them crouched under the window that was far away from the light of the house's fire. The windows of this house are made of several thin wooden planks that are a bit like shutters. Yang Guangcheng peeked in through the gap in the wooden plank, but there was a black hole inside, and nothing could be seen. At that moment, a large rooster suddenly fell from the eaves, spread its wings, and cooed, as if to declare its territorial rights. The two quickly fled, climbed over the stone wall behind the courtyard, and observed the situation inside. However, after a while, there was still no movement.

Yang Guangcheng seems to have become more bold. They came to the gate of the courtyard and looked out through the gate. At this time, Yang Guangcheng made a gesture to Shen Mingde, but he didn't understand what he meant. After that, Yang Guangcheng drew a circle on the land at Shen Mingde's feet and encircled Shen Mingde inside. Shen Mingde nodded as if he didn't understand, and Yang Guangcheng lowered his body like a cat and rushed out of the door. Like lightning, he crossed the empty dirt road, burrowed into the opposite courtyard, and after hiding behind the gate of the courtyard wall, he watched what happened. After a while, there was still no movement, so Yang Guangcheng beckoned to Shen Mingde and motioned for him to go over as well. At this time, Shen Mingde still didn't dare to move, squatting in the circle drawn by Yang Guangcheng, like a frightened bird, quickly turning his head to monitor the surroundings. Seeing Yang Guangcheng beckoning again, Shen Mingde still didn't dare to take half a step out of the circle. It was as if Shen Mingde was surrounded by an ocean, with countless sharks swimming in front of him and waiting for an opportunity to move, and that small circle was the only land above the ocean that was exposed to the sea. Yang Guangcheng was obviously angry, he stretched out half of his body and stretched out his entire arm to wave at Shen Mingde. Although Shen Mingde was afraid to walk through the open space in front of him, he was even more afraid that Yang Guangcheng's big move might attract the attention of the villagers. gritted his teeth, and rushed out like a cat and a tiger like Yang Guangcheng. Shen Mingde felt like a fugitive escaping from prison, like a smuggler crossing the border, and a bit like an "agent" who infiltrated the enemy base in the movie. But his use of his hands and feet, his stiff body, and his rolling and crawling movements really disappointed him. After a few seconds, Shen Mingde finally left the open field and hid beside Yang Guangcheng, he covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and gasped rapidly.

There was no movement except for the crackling sound of the campfire and the sound of raindrops lapping on the ground. Is there really no one in the village? Who lit those bonfires? Where is Xiao Jing hiding? These questions are like mosquitoes and flies in summer, entangled in Shen Mingde's brain. The courtyard where they are now is located is opposite the courtyard facing the lake. The difference is that the back wall of the courtyard built on this side is made against the wall of a mountain. They are currently hiding in the shadows that form between the mountain walls and the houses. Shen Mingde leaned against the outer wall of the house, and he suddenly found a small pile of animal corpses on the ground. He looked closer, and the remains seemed to have been cooked, and the flesh on the bones was still fresh. He motioned for Yang Guangcheng to take a look, however, Yang Guangcheng ignored him and moved around the outer wall of the house towards the door of the house. Soon after, the two were crouched next to the main entrance of the house. The main entrance of the house is an old-fashioned wooden door made up of two panels that can be opened and closed left and right. The raindrops crackled the wooden door, and the not strong wind blew the two door panels, but it did not move. Yang Guangcheng stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden door, but there was no change. He increased his efforts and pushed twice more, but still did not move. There were no latches or chains on the outside of the door, but the feeling of pushing the door was as if it had been securely locked. The two looked at each other, then immediately moved away from the house and crouched down with their backs to the stone wall. Yang Guangcheng spoke in a deep voice. The current scene reminded him of the lyrics in the sixth uncle's minor, maybe tonight was the night of the summoning ceremony, during which no one, no matter what happened, would not leave the house. Shen Mingde also thought of this, but he was not as optimistic as Yang Guangcheng. If that so-called "Yamamira" really appears, I really don't know if it will be lucky or unfortunate for themselves. When they guessed this, both men were relatively relaxed. They moved forward in a zigzag pattern, trying to find clues in every courtyard. At this point, they noticed that there were not only one or two campfires burning, but one burning at intervals along the dirt road. The timber was supposed to have been placed in a huge brazier on the ground, piled up about half a man high, and seemed to have been prepared to burn for a long time.

The two of them continued to zigzag along the dirt road, but fortunately the village was not large. Soon, they approached the two houses at the very end. Below the gentle slope, through the sound of the rain, they heard a muffled chant as if out of nowhere. That kind of chanting reminded Shen Mingde of the sound of those eminent monks and lamas in Tibet chanting scriptures. However, the chanting here lacks some melodious and solemn beauty, but adds a bit of gloomy and dark color. The two of them searched for sound and went uphill, and came to the door of the room where Shen Mingde saw the strange root statue last time.

Stepping on the shadow of the gate, they did not enter through the main gate. Instead, it leans against the exterior wall of the building and goes backwards. This building was very different from what Shen Mingde had seen in the thick fog. Aside from the small room at the entrance, the back part appears to be a large courtyard enclosed by a tall stone wall. The stone wall was no different from the courtyard walls of the houses in the village, except that it was about half a meter higher. The building as a whole should be rectangular, a bit like a traditional temple temple. If you enter through the front door, you will pass through a room where the Buddha statue is placed, and if you go out around the Buddha statue, it should be this courtyard. But the room where the root statue was placed at the front door was extremely shabby. Through the fracture of the stone wall, you can see the scene inside the courtyard, which is not like a temple, but a complex complex of buildings such as the main hall, side hall, and apse. The large courtyard here is just a "flat playground" that can accommodate a large number of people.

Due to the large size of the courtyard, the two did not walk around the building, but only went around the side of the courtyard in a clockwise direction from the main entrance. At this time, the courtyard separated the two of them from the lake, and from the high hill on which the building stood, through the high wall and rain curtain, they could see the mixed trees around the lake, and the beach and the lake surface were faintly visible. The two didn't go any further, and the sight in the courtyard almost caught their attention even more. They were better hidden from the backlit position outside the wall, and looked through the cracks in the stone wall to look inside. The section of the wall that Yang Guangcheng chose was close to the mountain wall, a little higher than the courtyard, and from this vantage point, the scene inside was almost unobstructed. In the courtyard, three bonfires are arranged in a triangle and burn brightly. Before the raindrops could fall on it, they had already turned into water vapor, sending up a cloud of smoke above the fire. If such a huge fire was lit in the mountains and forests, if the ranger saw it, he would definitely faint with anger. Perhaps it was because the rangers did not dare to enter this mountain forest that they had never found such a scene.