Dead.

The lights are quiet.

It has been five or six hours since the landslide came out of the pit during the day.

During this period, two more peaks collapsed, and two head pits collapsed, and a total of three head pits have been collapsed.

This incident caused a sensation in ten miles and eight towns, and during the day, people from several nearby mountain villages all came to watch with curiosity.

Even around the evening, several police officers from the police station in Wenwu Township arrived and set up a cordon to persuade the onlookers to leave the crowd to prevent the landslide from continuing to slide and cause accidents, also to prevent someone from destroying the human head pit. It is said that there are archaeologists who are already on their way.

Under the night.

Longtouhu Village, a dark shadow, quietly touched out of the mountain village, and took advantage of the natural cover of the thick night, quickly lurking in the direction of the landslide out of the head pit.

This person is none other than Founder.

However, at this time, he was dressed in a prop suit and a tactical uniform, and he was dressed as a "militant" during the day, covering his whole body tightly.

This set of equipment was stolen by him from the prop master.

In order to disturb the line of sight, he also specially stole several other sets of props and costumes of different sizes, deliberately faking them as ordinary burglary cases.

The name of Longtouhu Village comes from the fact that it has Longtou Lake, one of the city's several major reservoirs. The three mountains that have collapsed out of the human head pit are all between Longtou Lake and the stone forest where the film is filmed during the day.

During the day, Fang Zheng and Tuhaodong, as well as a group of crew members, followed the curious villagers and came for a short tour.

There are already thousands of human heads in the human head pit that collapsed from the three mountains, which is shocking and terrifying.

During the day, there are many people and mixed eyes, and Fangzheng just stopped at three human head pits from afar. This time, I came out late at night to look for it carefully.

Maybe it's lucky, it's a supernatural event, and he can collect a few wisps of gray qi.

When Fang Zheng quietly touched the vicinity of the three mountains, a cordon had been set up outside the three mantou pits to prevent people from crossing over.

Fang Zheng has always suspected that this human head pit is an ancient human head sacrifice.

In ancient times, in some sacrificial ceremonies or large tombs, this kind of dehumanizing human head sacrifice would be used, such as sacrificing to gods or preventing tomb robbers.

Because the tombs with human head sacrifices usually form a place of great resentment......

The world is getting weirder and weirder, and Founder has been charging up his knowledge lately. At the beginning, he was not only helping Officer Wei collect a list of novels, but also looking for relevant knowledge for himself, so his first reaction was to think of the human head pit and the human head sacrifice.

The night is quiet, the mountains are dark like a ghost shadow lurking, and there are some strange noises in the mountains from time to time, which makes people's hairs stand on end, and there are bursts of hair in the heart, and they always feel that there is something hidden in the mountains, and they are hiding in the dark to reveal two cold eyes and secretly peep.

As soon as it was night, Zhong Lingyu in the daytime was beautiful and green mountains, as if isolated from the real world by the mist, dark, deep, weird, and gloomy, as if suppressed under suffocation, breathless, and suddenly became a terrifying shadow.

Fang Zheng under the prop suit, with a deep glow in his eyes that did not match his age and temperament, he quietly hid in the shadows, looking around the peaks around Longtou Lake, his eyes contemplative.

"In the mountains around Longtou Lake, shouldn't there be a human head pit buried in each of them?

The reason why Fang Zheng had such a guess was because he found that the three peaks that collapsed out of the human head pit were the three peaks that surrounded Longtou Lake.

But this is just Fang's conjecture, after all, he is not a professional.

Fang Zheng's gaze stared at the Longtou Lake in the middle of the mountains, and the Longtou Lake at night was filled with a layer of white mist, which was even more weird.

Under the thick night, Fang Zheng quietly hibernated, motionless.

Didn't rush out.

Who knows if there are people hiding "a certain bureau" around, who may have already planted a trap in advance and are waiting to wait for the rabbit.

Time passed minute by minute, and Fang Zheng was patient and remained motionless.

He didn't believe it, and the movement here would not attract the attention of some well-intentioned people.

He just needs to wait nearby, wait for these people to appear, rush to the front line to clear mines, and then he has been hiding in the shadows, taking the opportunity to gather wool, secretly collecting gray qi, and being a fisherman with no money.

23 o'clock in the evening, 0 o'clock, 1 o'clock ... Time continued to pass quietly, and Fang Zheng still waited patiently, just when he thought that this night was going to pass so peacefully, suddenly!

From some unknown dark corner, a black figure under the night jumped out, and finally stood on the shore of the lake, as if deliberating and thinking about something, pacing in place a few times.

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and there was a stunned and surprised expression on his face that could not be seen under the tactical helmet of his prop suit.

This person... is exactly the same as him, wearing the prop costumes in the crew, and the Hollywood "elite militants" who "belong to the same camp" as him, in order to hide his identity.

Fang Zheng's eyebrows furrowed.

At this moment, an even more bizarre scene appeared.

The sound of the water waves gently sliding came from the depths of the quiet Longtou Lake shrouded in mist, like stones thrown into the windless ancient pond in the deep mountains and old forests. It's so clear and harsh.

I saw a small boat, an old man, dressed in a robe, wearing an old hat, shaking the double oars in both hands, from the depths of Longtou Lake, gently rippling the surface of the lake.

On the bow of the boat, a green lantern was hung, and at the moment the blue light was hazy, illuminating a small circle of extremely narrow lakes near the boat.

A mysterious man standing on the shore of the lake, boarding a boat.

Then, the old man in the cloth paddled his oars, not slowly, but smoothly rowed to the depths of Longtou Lake, and gradually disappeared into the hazy and blurred depths of the white mist.

Now... It's getting more and more secretive.

Who is that mystery, and why does he also have the crew's prop costumes?

Did an outsider steal the costume?

Still is... Like him, he has always been mixed in the crew?

Fang Zheng frowned in thought.

After about ten minutes, another black figure appeared from the darkness at night.

But that's not the point.

This person is also wearing a prop costume of the same color as Fang Zheng that was stolen from the crew......

This person came to the shore of the lake, and did not wait long, a small boat, an old man in a cloth, rowed out from the depths of the lake again without hurrying and rowing out of the oars, and the calm lake swayed a circle of strange cyan ripples under the green lantern.

Then, the boat gradually rowed to the depths of Longtou Lake.

The mysterious people who appeared one after another were all wearing prop costumes stolen from the crew, and for a while, everything seemed confusing.

This time, it seemed that the surroundings had finally fallen silent.

One hour, two hours... No one else appeared, and it was close to dawn, and it would be dawn in another hour or two, Fang Zheng gritted his teeth.

He crept out of his hiding place, then hesitated to the shore of the lake where the two mysterious men had stood.

Sure enough... A small boat, an old man in a cloth, from the depths of the lake, slowly rowed out.

A green lantern hangs from the bow of the ship......