"Shun, hunting in the south, collapsed in the wilderness, buried in Jiuzhi in the south of the Yangtze River, is the ...... of Lingling"

Lingling, now known as Yongzhou City, is located in the southern part of Hunan Province. In the ancient saying, "zero" is the first, and "mausoleum" refers to the mausoleum of Emperor Shun. It is said that the meaning of the first mausoleum in the world.

The "Ghost Cub Ridge" in the map and notes sent to me by the second uncle is the place where Liu Zongyuan will sigh after seeing it, Gu Lingling, Yongzhou City. The few lines on that half-page just wrote the address of "Ghost Cub Ridge".

When I took the package sent by my second uncle, Aunt Ming didn't have any extra explanations, but just asked me to act according to my second uncle's arrangement, and the mystery would be solved.

In this way, I was like a puppet, and I set out on the road of "Ghost Cub Ridge" without notifying anyone. Even though I don't like to be at the mercy of others, out of a mother-like affection for Aunt Ming and trust in my second uncle Mo Ming, I am still willing to be a "puppet". After all, this title is better than the darkness of the dark "forest" that has been deep in.

I always feel that there seems to be some kind of connection with my second uncle, let's call it a tacit understanding, a tacit understanding in the same vein. Even the girl with the ponytail that had a relationship with me and lit up the dark "forest" in my heart didn't stop me.

When I rushed to the capital airport to perform the duties of a "puppet", I realized the meaning of the seven-digit bank card that my second uncle gave me, with which I could arrange many things at will, such as the choice of transportation.

A few hours later, I arrived in Yongzhou without any problems. After that, I took the bus to the place marked with a red pen on the map, "Daoxian".

The fatigue of the trip made me just want to find a place to rest as soon as possible, and as I wished, I stayed in a small hotel that was fairly clean. Putting down his bags, he lay down without even taking off his clothes, and soon fell asleep deeply.

With this rest, I was able to drive a long way under the scorching sun of the second day without feeling tired.

Walking along a dirt road formed by the middle of a brick house made of gray bricks, I heard the unique sound of chickens and dogs barking in my ears. On the edge of the village, an unkempt man dressed in ethnic minority costumes was squatting at the door of his house, drinking an unknown liquid, staring at me with strange eyes as he walked past him. To my puzzlement, I asked several villagers one after another about the specific location of Ghost Cub Ridge, but they did not respond to my meaning at all, and cast vigilant glances one after another.

I walked some distance again, and shouts in dialect came from behind me, and I looked back to see five or six villagers huhula hula hugging me, hoes and pickaxes in their hands, including the two villagers I had just asked, who drove me out of the village without saying anything. He yelled at me in tongues, but couldn't hear anything.

I obediently withdrew from this strange village to avoid a beating.

When I encountered this obstacle, I had to go back to the hotel in disgrace, waiting for the night to fall, and I wanted to take advantage of the night to go to "Ghost Cub Ridge" again. I didn't know what was waiting for me there, but it seemed like everything drew me in, and I knew it was my curiosity.

While I waited quietly for the night to fall, I fell asleep and had a dream.

In the dream, it was a dark night with no stars, a desolate field, surrounded by bare and hollow, and a coffin embroidered with strange patterns was parked lonely in the field. The four-story coffin has been disassembled, with blackened patterned wood and lid leaning against the exposed rim of the massive coffin. The entire coffin and the wood of the coffin were soaked in water, and the sound of rustling came from the water, as if countless reptiles were hiding in the water and eating something. The owner lying in the coffin was soaked in water along with the objects containing him. The face of the owner of the coffin was surrounded by mist, and a gust of wind blew, and the mist dispersed, revealing the face of the owner of the coffin, which was actually my face!

I woke up with the sound of the alarm clock, the hour hand pointed to 0:30, I got up and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with a towel prepared to be placed next to my pillow, took out the "Changbai Mountain" from my bag, took a deep breath, and coughed. The climate in Shonan is humid this season, and even the bed is cool and damp, which is obviously very uncomfortable for me who has lived in the north for a long time, otherwise I would not be disturbed by such strange dreams.

I buried my face in the water-filled sink to keep myself awake and stop thinking about the unrealistic dreams I had just had because of the damp bed.

At this time, there should be no more villagers Hengnong hoe to stop him, checked the flashlight and map in his bag, and threw the dagger he had just bought from the town on the table into his backpack.

Instead of following the morning route, I chose to pass between the farmlands next to the village, and as I thought, the whole world fell silent at this time, and no one noticed my whereabouts.

Crossing the ploughed fields, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness and the surroundings became slightly clearer, I held a flashlight in my hand, ready to turn it on where the light would not be detected as I passed through the village.

After walking for more than half an hour, when I looked back at the road, I could no longer see the shadow of the village, surrounded by an empty field, such a field actually had no farmland to cultivate, and the people who saw it were also empty in their hearts.

I turned on the flashlight and shone on the mountain and the wilderness behind me, and I found that the wilderness behind me was very similar to the wilderness in my dream, except that it contained my coffin.

Knowing that this was a man walking alone in the wilderness, the psychological effects of high tension, I stopped, took a few deep breaths, tried to relax myself, and moved on.

Crossing a small stream, the location of the "Ghost Cub Ridge" marked on the map was close at hand, and because it was late at night, the light of the flashlight was not enough to see the whole picture of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a black stone monument, and I could see the contents of the stone tablet in the light of the flashlight.

"There are strange stones from the soil, all human shapes, the tall ones are less than three feet, and the small ones are in a few inches, thousands of shapes, invincible, or say: This Yin soldier also, passing under the mountain at night, smelling chickens and fossils."

It means that this "Ghost Cub Ridge" is a place where Yin soldiers cross the border, and they will appear in the middle of the night, and the rooster will turn into a stone man.

Coincidentally, after I finished reading the inscription, a gust of wind came from behind the mountain, which made me shiver. For me, who believes in materialism, I don't believe in these legends such as the Yin soldier crossing the line, and all supernatural phenomena have a reasonable explanation. This is a must-have concept for anyone majoring in archaeology, and although I don't like archaeology, it doesn't inherently conflict with my dislike of the profession.

The thought of this made my coldness disappear. I calmly shone my flashlight on the hills, and the ridges behind the stele were covered in dense bushes, which contrasted sharply with the barrenness below.

I walked along the path next to the stele towards the hill, and it was eerily quiet except for the rustling of the bushes and leaves rubbing against each other.

As soon as such a sound appeared, the feudal idea that had been defeated by materialism took over again, and I remembered the sound of countless reptiles devouring food in the water of the coffin in my dream.

I suppressed the thoughts in my head as I gritted my teeth and walked towards the top of the mountain. I've always had the feeling that there are countless pairs of eyes staring at me on this mountain, and this feeling has been there since I stepped into the path behind the stone monument. At first, I thought it was a mental effect, but the more I walked, the stronger I felt this feeling, until halfway up the mountain, this feeling reached its peak.

To reassure myself, I swept my flashlight around, trying to make sure if someone was really staring at me.

When the light of the flashlight swept through the bushes around me, I saw a scene that shocked me, I clearly remember how I felt at that time, as my heart beat faster, my whole body seemed to be enveloped in endless fear, and in an instant beads of sweat covered my entire forehead, maybe at that time my hairs really exploded.

I saw that where the flashlight flickered, there were countless Yin soldiers standing in the distance, staring at me in unison!