This kind of large white rock surface is very common, and almost as long as there is an exposed cliff, there must be the same areas, which is related to the composition of the rock and the effect of weathering.

The growing conditions are similar to those of Populus euphratica, which is an extreme environment, and Populus euphratica is at least rooted in the ground, and there are a few days a year when it can be rained. But the cypress is different, they are mostly because of the strong storm, the seeds are brought to the cliff, lucky to fall in the crevices of the cliff, there is no soil where they can take root, the perennial wind and wiper bring the sediment slowly accumulate, there will be a little accumulation, these cypress can have a place to settle.

The largest cypress was on the side of the mountain wall, and it was clear behind the cypress that it was a very large cave, and because the sights could not calculate the proportions, I could only roughly estimate that the cave was about five or six meters long.

The initial attention was only on the cave, because the cave is very regular, and the square is completely artificially excavated. With the experience of my ancestors and the strange look of the fat man, I was ready to see a little imp in his early teens sitting or standing at the exit of the cave, but it turned out that it was not.

There wasn't anything at the entrance to the cave, not even a thing that could be mistaken for the shadow of a ghost. It's very dark inside the cave, and I don't know how deep it is. I didn't look any further, just thinking about taking off the telescope and scolding these two neurotics, but I didn't want to be at the moment when I was about to do it, I saw the branch of the cypress at the entrance of the cave shake twice, because there was a dark green branch as a background, so the small piece of white was very clear.

Then I froze in place for almost half a minute, and I didn't put down the telescope until I held my breath and the bruises on my forehead burst out. The white thing hanging on the branch was nothing else, and I could see it clearly, it was the mask that the old generation had picked up.

After coming to my senses, I immediately went to check again to see if the mask was still in Lao Dai's hand, but it didn't. I still can't believe it, but more often than not, what could it be if I got off the mask and flew up the cliff and hung there?

Now the man who was almost out of breath was already like that, and he kept saying that it was indeed a little imp standing in the cave of the cliff and smiling at him. If that's the case, then we don't have to do anything else.

There is a little ghost here, and an old madman who doesn't know if a person is a ghost. We can't deal with these ethereal things at all, and we don't know if Lao Zhuang can parry the feng shui when he sees it, and whether he can parry the ghost.

The old man seemed to have a premonition, seeing that the fat man and I were both wilting, he snatched the things from my hand, and he knew the general direction, and once aimed at the top of his head, just a few seconds, he put the telescope down.

I wanted to ask, but Lao Dai had already waved his hand, and he himself said, "That mask was hung at the entrance of the village when I entered the village." It's impossible to be taken. ”

"Could it be another one, this thing is mass-produced, right?" The fat man somehow lowered his voice.

"No way, the one hanging on the cliff is, I remember very well, a large patch of paint on the mask that has been rubbed off." The voice of the old generation was inaudible, it was very gentle, but it was also a little low.

"Or ...... Let's get out, something is wrong with this place, we may not be able to deal with it, or find some more people to come along? "One of the Seventh Uncle's team suggested when he saw that we were anxious, he didn't look at the cliff with curiosity, and he seemed to be suppressing his curiosity, because the three of us didn't look very good after doing the same process.

I agreed with his proposal, although there were six of us, not to mention the gods, even if we met someone who wanted to design us, it would still be too easy in such a complex and narrow alleyway, and our initial considerations did not seem to be very realistic now.

The fat man has no intention of backing down, but the situation can't be helped, and we have to go back. In fact, if there were only three of us, then the result would have been to move on, because in his opinion, the difficulty was not some ghosts and old madmen, but the three of them. Now that one of them has not yet entered the battlefield, he has no ability to fight, and he is bound to have more than one person to carry it, and this kind of team will only end up in a rout.

The fat man had no objection, frowned, and asked the two of them to lift up which one of the people had forked in the air, and we returned to the way we came. After making the decision to return, the old generation did not refuse, he did not seem to express his attitude towards any decision, or that it was none of his business. But I still glanced at it, and there was something strange on his face. Maybe it was because of the mask, but I always felt like he was worried about something.

If there is a puzzle, we happen to have this curiosity, and when we go to solve the mystery and gradually have an eyebrow to almost see the truth, we suddenly realize that the result of the mystery is just another mystery. Some people are so annoyed that they continue to solve it, but they don't know that this layer-by-layer thing is just a trap. We want to know the truth, but the person who has the truth is using this object to attract people, which is not a good sign, and the process of solving the mystery may be a trap itself, and our state at this time may be actively jumping into this trap.

Why did the old madman attack suddenly? What the hell is that little imp that I met halfway? And why did he make up that lie? I didn't believe he could be a ghost or something, because there were places where the logic couldn't be cleared, and I really didn't think he was alive at the time.

The alley was even more difficult to walk than when we entered, the small village was built on a slight slope, and we walked back diagonally downhill, and these huge stones laid on the ground, the stones were naturally still unpolished, which also convinced us that this was indeed an uninhabited village.

"If you don't think about the conspiracy, is there any other use for this village?" After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't understand it, so I simply threw out my own questions.

The others didn't speak, only the fat man said something, and said: "This kind of thing can be built, it must be linked to the conspiracy, who do you say will spend money here for no reason, can't it be do-a-chae?" ”

I changed my mind and continued, "If it's a conspiracy, what do you think the purpose would be?" ”

"Well...... the fat man pinched his chin, thought for a long time, and suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization, so he continued: "Bait, bait." I didn't understand, so I asked him to make his thoughts clear, the fat man patted his head, scolded a few idiots, and then said: "When you fish, you should always hang the bait, if you want to catch a big fish, then your bait must be big, and it must be true, in short, this is the truth." ”

I scratched my head: "I don't fish again." ”

The fat man's thinking is very clear, but he can't always find a suitable metaphor, and this metaphor is very inappropriate, but there is nothing wrong with saying that it is a bait, but it is more like a door sticker than the metaphor of the bait.

Folk since ancient times there is the custom of sticking the door god, the legend is that the head and tail alternately, there will be evil ghosts come out to haunt, the emperor naturally has Qin Qiong Jingde two handle doors, but the common people do not, but there are still smart people, there are people who will wear helmets and clips on the paper to paste the appearance of the door outside, as long as there are lonely ghosts passing by and seeing, they will be far away, in order to deter, it does play a role, but after all, it is something that fools ghosts.

The metaphor here is that the door god is this village. As an insurance, someone may already know some information as long as they see it from a distance, so the village is just a signal from a distance, not a real use, because when you actually enter the village, you will know that the village is an empty shell if you walk no more than 20 steps.

As for why we confuse Yan Wuyun with this, we really can't find a reason. In fact, if you want to say where Yan Wuyun is, there is no way to confirm it now. Lao Zhuang, as a messenger, told me that my brother seemed to be in the deepest part of this place, but the purpose was to wait for me, or if there were other arrangements, I had to find him to make a judgment.

We discussed for a few minutes, and at last the fat man explained his thoughts, and I still found that he did not mean the same thing as me, and it could be said that it was far from it. In his logic, it was built for military purposes, and the roadway through the village is the most favorable proof of this. The old madman so easily ambushed us, and at the same time testified to this statement. And the facilities in the fake village are also clear at a glance, which is a setting to introduce enemies into it and then annihilate them one by one.

And compared to the whole fake village, there should actually be a real one in the neighborhood or in a more private place. The geographical location here really has no military value, but there were many villages inhabited by a small number of ethnic groups in this place earlier, each village has its own camp, and has established a very complete military system, and there is only one kind of communication between two villages that are foreign to each other, that is, war, so it is very necessary to be prepared to fight each other. This village as a decoy is a way to confuse the enemy who enters the army, causing them to stray, and then annihilate them all.

I don't agree with the fat man's statement, this method of appropriating almost all the labor force in the whole village, and not very effective, is actually useless, and may have the opposite effect, I am afraid that when the time comes, it will not be broken by the enemy, and it will first be disintegrated from the inside by the clan system of internal dissatisfaction.

We talked for a long time, and no one was convinced, and the fat man snorted, which ended the dispute. We had been talking for a few steps, but the fat man who had just shut up suddenly stopped, I thought he had come up with some crooked reason, and I wanted to tell him to hurry away, but I didn't want him to ask a strange question. This question once again gave me some strange thoughts about the fat man, but this feeling did not last long, and the criticality of the problem immediately made me feel anxious again, which had only been calmed down for a short time.