"What's wrong?" He asked me, looking very calm.

His innocent appearance is exactly the same as that night in the Lama Temple, but I can't laugh, this guy doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, what is he doing with his eyes open?

"It's raining." I somehow said something inexplicable.

He nodded, "Yes." ”

"You didn't sleep?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Well, I can't sleep." He replied naturally.

I felt like I was making a big fuss, maybe I didn't quite get out of the nightmare, but we were so tired from walking during the day, how could he still be so energetic.

Brother Shen and we are not at the same level at all, everything is normal with him, but everything is normal at all, he saw that I was okay and lay down again, still with his eyes open, he didn't sleep all night last night, isn't he sleepy?

I can't ask him, this kind of question is as ridiculous as asking someone if you don't pee all morning, you won't be panicked, he may have felt less.

I looked at him again, and I had a strange feeling in my heart, he must be keeping vigil.

Probably not, I quickly dismissed the idea, the rain outside was loud, and I actually felt a little cold.

Lao Huang, who was supposed to wake up at the slightest sound, slept like a dead pig, and the cool air seeping into the tent made me uncomfortable, so I turned to the side and turned my face to the tent.

Close to the earth, you can clearly feel the pulse of the earth, we are really like camping now, the atmosphere is quiet, everything we hear is the sound of nature without any impurities.

I heard the sound of thunder and the sound of the river flowing by, the sound of the water was so loud that it seemed to be in my ears, and the bonfire we had lit had long since been extinguished, and it was pitch black outside, and nothing could be seen.

"Brother God, is it okay when it rains?" I feel awkward not to say something.

"It's fine."

He didn't want to talk to me at all, there was no interest in talking in his voice, I scolded myself for talking too much, and closed my eyes.

When I woke up, there was no rain outside, the tent was open, Brother Shen and Lao Huang were not there, and I could see the clear blue sky at a glance.

I climbed out of the tent, the air outside was very fresh, although the humidity was very high, but finally a little cooler, I saw that the river was obviously rising, it was more than two meters away from our tent, now it is less than half a meter.

If it rained a little more heavily last night, we would probably have been swept away by the river, which is a precarious situation due to flash floods.

Is it because of this that Brother Shen can't sleep?

I glanced at him, he didn't pay attention to me at all, he and Lao Huang sat together, all their thoughts were on the alcohol pot in front of them.

This scene seems familiar, the two people are sitting in the same position as before, but the environment has changed from the vast snowy area to the deep mountains and old forests.

We set out quickly, and after a few hours we reached the end of the valley, when our path was blocked by mountains, and the river became a narrow stream again, and it flowed down the mountain, leaving deep ravines in its crossing.

The water flow is really the most gentle knife in the world, it is obviously soft and beautiful, but it contains majestic power.

The mountain is very steep, the angle must be above 50 degrees, but it is already the slower in the mountain I have seen in the past few days, it just rained last night, the soil is very slippery and wet, I tried to climb it, and the whole person slid down with the thin mud.

The rain had kept the pesky mosquitoes hidden, the sun had risen, the temperature was rising rapidly, and it wasn't long before it would be hotter and wetter than yesterday.

Brother Shen took out the climbing rope, and he climbed up the messy tree, his body was very light, and the footprints left were shallow, as if he had taken the next step with just a light touch.

He walked so easily, if I hadn't tried it once, I would have thought the road was easy, and I felt a deep frustration, but I couldn't move forward in a slightly worse environment, and I didn't know what would have awaited me in front of me.

Brother Shen's figure has disappeared into the woods, standing at my angle, I can only see a few tens of meters, the trees on the mountain are too dense, and the species are extremely rich, most of them are not thick, but very tall.

The sound of insects gradually sounded, and Brother Shen went up for ten minutes, and I suddenly saw the climbing rope thrown out of the woods and landed wet in front of me.

"Come up!"

Brother Shen's voice came from afar, with an echo, and in an instant the insects stopped singing, and he was far away from us.

I pulled the rope and tried it, Brother Shen must have tied the rope to the tree, tied it very strongly, I stepped on the wet mud and started to climb, although I scattered most of the strength in my arms, I still struggled.

My feet were so slippery that I had to slide down half a step with every step, and Lao Huang was about the same behind me, and the rope trembled very much.

It's not rope climbing, but it's not much worse, I really hate exercises that use the strength of my upper limbs, and I exercise every day when I'm in Lijiang, which is still my shortcoming.

We went into the dense bushes, and the rope of the god brother was thrown from the mountain, and the rope did not always fall easily, and sometimes it fell between two trees that were very close together, and we had to hold the tree around.

I saw grass crawlers and mountain leeches again, they came out of nowhere, and they were about to climb the tree, and we sped up, and I didn't want to press one hand on these insects while climbing.

We climbed about sixty or seventy meters, the slope began to soften, the mud under our feet was not as wet as below, the mud layer became thinner, and I could vaguely feel the hardness of the rock.

Although the vegetation is still lush, the road is much easier to walk, and I don't even have to rely on a rope anymore, I can go up on my own.

We climbed all the way up the rope, and I saw in the distance that Brother God was sitting on a rock by the stream, and he saw us and stood up.

The slope became more and more gentle, and at last it was only slightly inclined, and I saw the source of the stream, which flowed from a cave halfway up the mountain, the cave was very small, the mouth of the cave was only two palms large, and the water flow was so abundant that I could hardly imagine that it would become a river tens of meters wide under the mountain.

We stood at the slowest point, and the cave from which the stream flowed was under a cliff, and if we wanted to get to the top, we had to climb ropes with our hands and feet.

"Underground, just from here?" Lao Huang pointed to the small cave.

Brother Shen nodded, and began to tap the rocks with the sapper shovel, and I could see that the washed rock at the edge of the cave was white, with light yellow streaks, obviously limestone.

There must be a cave hidden behind this narrow cave, but it's hard to say how big it is, the karst terrain is like the volcanic terrain I've walked through, the mountains crisscross it, and the terrain will only become more complicated.

Lao Huang and I also started to deal with the rocks, we can't expect too much, maybe this hole is only two palms big, we can't dig through the mountain, we can only find another entrance.

The entrance to the cave was already thin and brittle after being washed away for many years, and it didn't take much effort to enlarge the hole several times, and I saw that with the flow of water, a corner of a cloth embroidered with flowers was washed out, and most of it was still hidden in the hole.

Lao Huang and I looked surprised, Lao Huang bowed down, stabbed him with a sapper shovel, and his face was ugly.

"It seems to be a person."

I felt like my face was stiff, how could there be someone at the edge of such a narrow hole, and if there was, he must have died, this person probably accidentally fell into a sinkhole, died in it, and then was washed here by the intricate currents and stuck in the hole.

I was sick to my stomach for a while, it was really unlucky for us to usher in the corpse before we even entered the ground, and then think about the water we have been drinking for the past few days, all of which has flowed through this corpse.

"Damn, that's a bad luck."

Lao Huang frowned and continued to expand the hole, if the corpse could be washed here, it must be a lot of space inside.

We quickly widened the hole enough to get in, and the corpse came out with the whirlwind of the water, and instead of being washed down, it was stuck on the side of the rock.

The entrance to the cave grew larger, and the rushing water became gentle, and I looked at the corpse and couldn't help but take a step back.

This is a female corpse of an ethnic minority, with a unique style of clothes and bright colors, but the corpse has been washed by the water for a long time, and it has been seriously decomposed, and I can't see her face clearly.

This corpse is very strange, her eyelids have rotted, revealing eyeballs, one of which is normal, but the other eyeball is all blood red, and the pupil is not human, but like a beast, it is a narrow red-black vertical line, which looks like a monster that has become a spirit.

I felt chills all over my body, if I just looked at this eye, she didn't look like a human at all, I had seen so many corpses, this was the most terrible one in the one that couldn't move.

Her eyes were so weird that I didn't want to look at them, but I was completely attracted by them, and they made people feel very evil at first sight, and I can't imagine what she would have been like when she was alive.

Is there really anyone in the world who has such eyes? I couldn't help but be glad to see the corpse, if it was a living person, it would be several times more terrifying.

"It seems to be from the Yi people, pitiful, it's still very young, it's not more than fifteen, the water flow here is so strong, she didn't die long ago." Lao Huang was chattering beside him.

"How do you know she's less than fifteen?" I asked.

Lao Huang has seen many more ethnic minorities than me, and he can tell from his clothes, but the corpse has rotted into this appearance, and he definitely can't tell the age.

"She's not wearing earrings, no, maybe she did, that thing is heavy, maybe the water will wash it away." Old Huang muttered.

I looked at this corpse and felt very panicked, no matter how old she was, she definitely didn't die normally, I don't know what was hidden in this hole, it could make the corpse look like this.

The place where this corpse appeared is too strange, if it is an ancient corpse, it is easy to explain, but it is the corpse of a young girl who has been dead for a long time, how could she run to such a barren mountain and wild mountain.

I had already retreated before I even went in, how strange this corpse looked, and I just let us bump into it, I regretted it a little, if I had chosen another path, maybe it wouldn't have been like this.