I sat on the wooden bed and drank the broth from the bowl, and my heart was filled with mixed feelings.

I thought he was trying to do something wrong just now, but I didn't expect that I was a little too vigilant.

"Eat, there's still something in the pot."

He was wearing an old gray leather jacket, with a mouth full of accented Mandarin, and a smile in his eyes that seemed indescribable in the wooden house.

The injury on his leg wasn't serious, but the bronze spots on his skin seemed to remind him that time was running out.

After drinking the broth and feeling warm, I couldn't help but get out of bed, in fact, after listening to his Mandarin voice.

I don't think the two of them have to communicate too hard, but the scene on the bus made me think that he was not a good person.

The firelight shone on his narrowed eyes, revealing an indescribable feeling, this guy seemed to know a lot about this place.

I didn't know for a moment how to thank him for saving me, and I almost mistook him for a bad guy before, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty in my heart.

Just as he moved to the fire and was about to speak, the black-and-white photo he brought out of the theater in his arms accidentally fell to the ground.

This scene happened to be bumped into by him again, and he immediately bent down to pick it up.

He looked at the blurred black and white mountain shadows in the photograph and said the same thing he had said to me when I was at the station.

"I think I've seen this place, but I can't remember it."

He couldn't help but rub his head and give me the photo, and I immediately let go of all my precautions and asked eagerly.

"Uncle, have you really seen this place, what is the specific location in Xiangxi, even if you can give me a clear direction."

As soon as I spit out the word uncle, I realized in my heart that I was no longer the young guy I was ten years ago.

In an instant, I had to change the uncle's title to "brother." ”

It seems like he's a little older than me, so calling him a little bit more affectionate and straightforward.

He frowned at first, and then pointed with his hand to several directions outside the wooden house, towering in the dense mountains and forests of Xiangxi, and it seemed difficult for him to determine the location with a single photo.

I couldn't help but sigh and take the picture back in my arms, and after a few short small talks I realized that he wasn't originally a local here.

Rather, he is from the Asak ethnic village in Xinjiang, and he came here just to find something, and he has been living here for nearly six years to build a wooden house.

His face reflected in the firelight couldn't help but feel a little kind, and it was no wonder that his accent was so strange.

I couldn't help but wonder that Xinjiang is so far away from Xiangxi, even if it takes several days to drive.

He had traveled thousands of miles on a motorcycle, what was it so important that he was looking for?

But when I asked this, he smiled silently, and his eyes remained on the burning fire.

The next morning I couldn't help but ride with him into the mountains on his motorcycle, which he would do every day year after year.

And those priceless artifacts were all found by him unintentionally or unintentionally in a secret secret "base".

I was immediately attracted by the secret "base" he said, and among the 100,000 mountains in Xiangxi, there are indispensable ancient tombs of princes and princes buried in all dynasties, and even the tombs of nobles in previous dynasties are countless.

Could it be that he found a dilapidated and collapsed tomb somewhere, from which the previous two artifacts were found?

The more I thought about it, the more likely I felt that the next second, I didn't think that the old motorcycle that had been with him for nearly six years actually broke down in the mountains.

This sudden change made him silent all of a sudden.

I wanted to tell him that the two antiques in his hand could be exchanged for countless motorcycles like this, but looking at his expression, I vaguely realized that things did not seem to be as simple as I thought.

But no matter how much I tried to ask, he would just avoid the topic, and even threw the broken motorcycle directly on the path.

Myself and I traveled lightly and continued to complete today's journey to search the mountains.

And I also held the black and white photo in my hand, and I kept corresponding to the blurred mountain shadows in the photo on the various mountains, trying to find the ancient mountain in the photo as soon as possible.

It wasn't until the morning of the third day, when he said he was going to go to the secret base to find something valuable again, that I suddenly lay down on the wooden bed and felt refreshed.

I want to see where the secret base he says is.

The two of them managed to push the motorcycle back to the hut that had been left on the mountain yesterday, and after gradually questioning, I learned that his original name was "Usuchak", and he also liked the name I used to call his uncle.

Although this may sound strange, it seems more intimate than calling him by his first name.

So much so that for the next few days, I kept calling him "uncle." ”

It turned out that he was in a hurry to sell the jade pendant and the ancient sword on the bus because he was in a hurry to use the money.

Although he knew that these two antiques must be more than 30,000 yuan or 50,000 yuan, it was impossible for the returning tourists on the bus to pay a high price to buy these things of unknown origin.

And the reason why he is so short of money is that he wants to hire more people to search in the mountains of Xiangxi with him one day.

As for what he was looking for, he never told me, and I couldn't help but be attracted by this mysterious but somewhat simple Xinjiang uncle.

Walking on another mountain road, which is completely opposite to the previous one, I actually found a mysterious ancient artifact covered with rust on the ground.

It was still some distance from the mysterious base he was talking about, just when I thought I had picked up the burial objects of an ancient tomb hidden deep in the mountains.

The truth was very surprising to me, this thing was actually a Showa-style bayonet left by the little devil back then.

From the corrosion marks of the rust above, it can be inferred that it is almost sixty or seventy years old.

This discovery couldn't help but make me feel a little creepy, and when I came to the place that my uncle called a secret base, I unconsciously covered my body with cold sweat.

It flowed down the soaked placket.

Beneath the dense jungle, a secret cave covered in iron plates slowly unfolded, and as the decaying staircase gradually spread into darkness, it was unknown where it led.

It's just that it can be easily inferred from the clear Japanese characters and red and white flag patterns left on the iron plate that it seems to be left by the little devils back then.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, since it was a military fortress left by the Japanese army, how could there be a dark weapon in the ancient tomb inside.

It's just that when he followed the footsteps of his uncle and walked into this dim and dull underground secret base, a cold and strange feeling that he had never felt before instantly hit from all directions.

I don't know what the Xinjiang people in front of me have been looking for all along, and how they found this place.

Looking at his back as he faded into darkness, I couldn't help but suspect that he must have many hidden secrets that he had never been aware of.