The sky gradually showed the white belly of the fish, and the mountains were surrounded by mountains, which were only a small part of these mountains. The sun is hidden behind a huge mountain that towers into the clouds, from which the white belly of the fish is launched.

The dawn I was looking forward to came as promised, and the scene and situation in front of me gradually became clearer.

The wooden house on the gentle ramp that crosses the top of the hill is dilapidated, but judging by the stone benches placed at the entrance and the chili skewers hanging from the wooden windows, it is inhabited.

The humanoid thing standing in the mist of my flashlight was clearly the owner of the cabin. The tracking that made me uncomfortable along the way should have been brought by him.

After the dawn broke, my flashlight didn't have much effect, and the circle of light above the wooden house slowly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I had never witnessed what the morning was like before, but now I really felt it, night and day were like two soldiers on duty in shifts, and when it was time to hand over, they were different people.

With the shelter of the day, the tension was swept away, and there was not even a trace left, and it dissipated without warning. I think this change in mood should have something to do with the owner of this wooden house.

About ten meters away from me stood an old man with knotted hair covered with oil, and because his hair covered both sides of his face, the wrinkles on his face were covered, and even then the wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his eyes were clearly visible, and the depth of the wrinkles could have caught mosquitoes.

Under the wrinkled neck, the whole white outfit I wore was really what I had thought of for the dead. It's just that after seeing his appearance clearly, that kind of rickety state, and trembling figure, I didn't feel the slightest danger. It may also be related to the fact that after the alternation of day and night, the various emotions of that person in the dark will be transformed into what the day should be.

"What do you do?"

A hoarse voice came to my ears through the air from ten meters away.

"I'm a travel friend, and I strayed here by way for wild mountain climbing."

I don't know if the old man knows what "travel friend" means, in this case, I don't know how to explain the purpose of my visit, and the palpitations of being driven away by the strange villagers yesterday have to lie to the old man who is stranger than the villagers.

The "playing" all around changed to another "band" as night and day passed, and the rustling of leaves rubbing against each other in the night changed to bird calls, and from time to time a flock of beautiful birds wandered on the branches on my right.

The strange old man did not reply, not even react, when he heard my words, and turned and walked towards the dilapidated wooden house. He opened the door of the hut and made a creaking sound, the sound of springs rubbing against wood (I didn't expect such a dilapidated house to have such a high-end door).

I stood there in embarrassment, not knowing what he understood by the term "travel friend". From the strange wooden house to the old man in the clothes of the dead, there is a sense of eccentricity that makes you want to explore.

There is no contradiction between fear and curiosity, not to mention that after the "test" last night, this fear has long since disappeared.

I walked towards the dilapidated wooden house, and the sky was really bright. The sun hidden behind the mountain, like the trembling steps of an old man, also trembled and emerged from the top of the mountain, and I could see it very clearly from my point of view. I don't know how the old man followed me last night with such skills, no wonder I found out.

As the sky lit up, the surrounding scenery became clearer and clearer. Those "Yin soldiers" who once killed me and were wet with sweat are now standing quietly in the dense woods on both sides of the road. Maybe they're laughing at me, because they're the ones who taught me what it means to be scared.

I stopped paying attention to the stone and walked along the path in front of me towards the ruined stone house. The old man in the clothes of the dead man had not made a sound since he entered the wooden house. Ten meters away, I walked very fast, and when I reached the door of the hut, I stopped and listened with my ears pricked up to listen to the movement inside. It is no exaggeration to say that my hearing is more than 90% of the people, and such good hearing has been cultivated in my past years. It's the experience accumulated bit by bit after hiding in such a dark back room, listening to the quarrel between my father and my second uncle.

The birdsong around me didn't distract me, and I was able to block out all the clutter around me and only hear what I wanted to hear (provided it wasn't too far away).

The creak of the wooden door and the spring sounded again, and I had made a nonchalant gesture before the sound sounded, and I was sure that such a gesture would not allow the old man to see what was going on inside me eavesdropping.

The old man who came out of the hut had changed into a normal suit of clothes, which were somewhat similar to the clothes of the men I saw in the village yesterday who looked at me with strange eyes, all of which were ethnic minority costumes.

"I'm the keeper of the Ghost Cub Ridge. ”

When he said this, his face was expressionless, and he could not see the emotion in which he spoke.

At such a close distance, the old man's face appeared clearly in front of my eyes.

The oily hair was already covered by his hat, which was decorated with the same pattern as his clothes and trousers, which was obviously an inherent match of ethnic minorities. Without the cover of hair, the wrinkles on the face are more obvious, and such wrinkles should be configured by the elderly over 70 years old.

There was a path to the top of the hill at the back of the hut, and the old man, after introducing his profession, turned and walked towards the path. After changing into a normal set of clothes, the old man's body was no longer so trembling, and it convinced me that he was the one who followed me last night.

The summit of "Devil Cub Ridge", like the rest of this mountain, is also covered with dense shrubs, which appear to be green and green under the sunlight that has come out completely.

At the top of the mountain, I was stunned by the number of "Yin Soldiers" stone Yong, some of them were standing, some had fallen, and some of them had lost half of their heads and were buried in the soil.

There are many incense burners around these stone kilns, and there are also a few incense sticks inserted in the ashes of the incense burners after they have been burned half and then extinguished. The old man who walked to the top of the mountain before me knelt respectfully on the mat in front of the incense burner, and kowtowed to the stone yong behind the incense burner in a very reverent posture. He also muttered a large set of dialects that I did not understand, and this dialect was the same language as the villagers who drove me yesterday.

When everything was done, the old man grabbed a handful of ashes from the censer and walked straight to me. I was looking at it seriously, and the incense ash in the old man's hand was directly raised on my face!

This sudden "attack" made me embarrassed without the slightest preparation, and most of the incense ash went directly into my nose. The feeling of choking like smoking "Changbai Mountain" instantly made me cry!