If you want to tell this story, you have to mention a strange thing that happened in the depths of the mountains of Yunnan thirty years ago, when Chen Erye, who had walked through the north and south of the river and stepped on the desert and snow mountains, joined an archaeological team and followed a group of people to the depths of the mountains.

Only one archaeological team entered the mountain and there was no news, and after waiting for a month, only one map was received, and it was too strange to see no one alive and no corpse, so the superiors had to send another team to investigate the matter in order to have an explanation.

At that time, Chen Erye learned of this, and also felt that this matter was very rare, so he was obliged to recruit six people to form a temporary archaeological team, according to the location on the map all the way from Beijing to Yunnan, the southern climate has reached winter, along the way is goose feathers and heavy snow, the car along the way difficult to drive for half a month, everyone is hungry and cold finally came to Yunnan.

The car slowly drove to a village and stopped, because the road pointed out on the map had come to an end, and it seemed that the previous archaeological team should have disappeared from this village, but why didn't this person see any of them?

Looking through the car window, there was an eerie atmosphere in the village, and a group of villagers gathered around when they saw a car coming in, all of them were expressionless and did not speak, staring at them with dead eyes, and collectively stood in front of the village to block everyone's way.

Everyone looked at the villagers in front of them and felt very strange, but they couldn't tell what was strange, but these people in front of them didn't look like living people, but more like dead people crawling out of the graveyard.

Chen Erye was the captain of the archaeological team at that time, although he was bold and anxious on weekdays, but he couldn't help but shudder when he looked at the gloomy village in front of him, and when he got out of the car, he saw a person walking towards him honestly behind the village.

After a while, a person slowly walked over from the villagers, and the villagers made way one after another.

The man wore a hat made of straw mats on his head, which covered his nose and eyes, and although the sun shone brightly at noon, the man's face was not at all clear.

Second Master Chen got out of the car and took the map and said to the leader: "Let's go to Candle Dragon Ridge, and please lead the way for us." ”

The person wearing the hat didn't move at all, and didn't care at all what Second Master Chen said.

Second Master Chen was suddenly a little unhappy in his heart, and the two of them looked at each other like this, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

After a while, the leader moved his mouth and whispered, "This place is not a place where you living people can come, if you don't want to die, go quickly." ”

Second Master Chen was immediately angry, this Qinling Snow Mountain, the Gobi Desert, the primeval jungle has no place where he dare not go, the ancient tomb can be buried and a way can be dug out alive, what is there to be afraid of a big mountain, and when he wanted to push the man away with one hand, he stood stupidly in place and was stunned.

I saw that the man took off half of his hat and had no expression on his face, and suddenly frightened Chen Erye, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and hurriedly took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

But then the man lowered his hat a little more, and he didn't see anything unusual.

The atmosphere slowly became cold, and several people were silent, looking at each other face to face.

At this time, a girl came out of the archaeological team to break the cold atmosphere, the girl's surname is He is the team doctor in the archaeological team, relying on her excellent medical skills, everyone gave her the nickname He Xiangu, and also followed a group of people into the mountain.

He Xiangu walked out of the crowd and whispered a few words in the ear of the person wearing the hat, and the person's body trembled instantly, although he was wearing a hat, he could also see that he should have been shocked by something.

After He Xiangu finished speaking, he walked over, and after hearing this, the leader let the villagers disperse one after another, led Chen Erye and the people of the archaeological team to live in the village, and promised to take them into the mountain to Candle Dragon Ridge tomorrow.

At night, when everyone couldn't sleep, someone in the team asked Chen Erye curiously, who can scare you like this? After several excuses, Second Master Chen also looked helpless, and finally said that the person had three eyes on his head, and everyone was stunned after hearing it, how could a person have three eyes?

A fat man came from the crowd at some point, squinted his eyes and said: "The Three-Eyed Man actually existed in ancient civilizations, especially in some legends and myths. According to the description in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas": If you are selected as the heir of the ancient gods, after this person is born, a hole of different shapes will grow on the top of the head, and if the gods choose this person, they will quietly put their soul stones into it at night, and this person will be able to predict the immortality of the prophet, and will also have special abilities given by the gods. ”

Everyone was stunned after hearing this, and they couldn't be too superstitious about ghosts and gods in the archaeology industry. Besides, there are few normal people in this village, where did this fat man come from?

After the fat man finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to everyone's doubts, and quietly walked away by himself, several people's faces frowned, and the atmosphere became even more weird and mysterious.

Seeing everyone looking at each other, the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, and finally he had to say with a smiling face: "Maybe I'm wrong, don't think so much useless, I'm tired after half a month in the car, go to bed early, and I'll continue to travel tomorrow." ”

After saying that, everyone didn't pay much attention to what the fat man said, and everyone dispersed, after all, it was really not early, so they got up and lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

On the second day, the archaeological team also got up early, and they all gathered in front of the village, and when they saw that the man wearing the hat was also waiting, they went up the mountain with the man with the hat after the assembly.

Along the way, Second Master Chen had a question in his mind and was very curious, and when he saw He Xiangu, he asked in a low voice: "What did you say about this, you actually asked this person to take us up the mountain." ”

He Xiangu smiled and said, "Didn't he say that it wasn't a place where the living could come, then I would tell him that we were dead." ”

After hearing this, Second Master Chen ignored it, thinking that it was estimated that the person was just looking at He Xiangu beautifully, and he just ate soft rather than hard.

After walking for a day and a night, when they came to a big mountain, the man in the hat said to the people, "Behind the mountain in front of you is the Candle Dragon Ridge you are looking for." ”

After saying that, the people wearing hats left in a hurry without looking back, leaving only Chen Erye and the group of archaeological team members to stay on the mountain.

After the people who only hit the archaeological team left, the village was connected with the mountain and blew up the goose feather snow for seven days and seven nights, the wind carried the snow, and the head and face were smashed down, and the temperature reached more than 20 degrees below zero, and when I went out in the morning, there was a thick layer of ice on the window edge, and the snow outside the door could be more than one meter thick, not to mention that people could come back alive, even the jackals, tigers and leopards on the mountain may not be able to live.

On the seventh day, when the snow stopped, no one returned, and it was estimated that they were either eaten by wild beasts or buried alive by the heavy snow.

But on the eighth day, Chen Erye struggled out of the snow alone, still holding a piece of gold in his hand, his hair was frozen with his hat, half of his ears were frozen, his body was frozen stiff, and his face was covered with blood crawling back to the village.

After the two sons of Chen Erye (that is, my father and my second uncle) knew about this, they hurried to the village overnight, and cried when they saw this scene, and then after living in the village together for a few days and recuperating themselves, Chen Erye took my second uncle and father back to their hometown, and also resigned from the archaeological team, told my second uncle and my father about it, and asked them to swear to keep this secret forever.

More than ten years have passed, and I once again remembered this strange thing that happened in the depths of the mountains, when Chen Erye was my grandfather, since he resigned from the archaeological team, he no longer ran around, and moved to Beijing with a family.

When my father got married, my grandfather decided to sell the antique shop he had run for half his life to my father, and he went back to his old village to enjoy his old age.

In 82, it happened to coincide with the family planning advocated by the national policy at that time, and the birth of my sister was the first girl in the family. But I was not so lucky, at that time, the government was tight, and anyone who had a second child in the family had to be arrested and thrown on the street to feed the dogs, and after I was born, my father thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to send me to my grandfather's hometown to hide for a few days.

This evasion is a full seven years, and I have been living in this village with my grandfather for the past seven years, and I have also guarded the dozen acres of budding rice land together. When I came back from school in the evening, my grandfather was also busy cooking at home, and I pestered him to tell me the story of what he had experienced.

It was a cold night, and there was goose feather snow outside the window, and I was lying shivering under the covers, and my grandfather was sitting cross-legged on the kang with a dry tobacco pouch in his mouth. While smoking a dry cigarette, he told me about the cultural relics he unearthed back then, including bronzes from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Shi Huang's burial, the authentic handwriting of Wang Xizhi of the Tang Dynasty, the famous official kiln of the Song Dynasty, and the ceramic bottles of the last years of the Qing Dynasty.

My eyes widened when I listened, and I couldn't help but crawl out of the quilt and ask curiously: "Why didn't you secretly hide a few of such valuable things at that time, put them in your pockets and sell them for a big house." ”

Grandpa smoked a dry cigarette and knocked on the door of my head: "Listen honestly, every antique has its own story." ”

I asked curiously, "What kind of story can there be, people have been dead for thousands of years, could it be that there are still living people in that coffin." ”

Grandpa smoked a dry cigarette and said in a meaningful voice: "In those years, we went to the depths of the mountains to archaeology, and encountered jackals, tigers, leopards, and poisonous snakes along the way. There are also traps, traps, arrows, and quicksand under the tomb. If you want to say that the most terrible thing in the world, it is still people. ”

"What is there to fear?" I then asked my grandfather, "Are there any ghosts in the tomb?" ”

"There are no ghosts in this world, but everyone has a ghost of their own."

At that time, I was too young to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Many years later, I gradually understood: it turns out that the most terrible thing in this world is not the jackals, tigers and leopards that eat people in the mountains, nor the traps in the ancient tombs, but the most terrifying is the unguessable people's tricks.