Autumn mornings are always crisp, and the morning sun shines on you.

Gu Zhiming followed Lu Xiaochuan to a jeep, and the people inside beckoned to him. He immediately understood what it meant to "all the people are here."

Wang Ling, Sun Cheng, and a blonde-haired guy wearing sunglasses and a mask.

"I didn't expect it, we're here too, I'll definitely rescue Xiaoxue this time." Wang Ling said a little excitedly, and there was a bit of worry and melancholy in his tone.

"I will definitely come to this kind of thing, look at me at the critical time, and I will carry it when the time comes." Sun Cheng said a little proudly, with an expectant look on his face.

The blonde guy sat in the driver's seat, most of his face was blocked, he couldn't see clearly, and he waved his hand and didn't say anything. Gu Zhiming was very puzzled at the time, is he a European or American? Still Chinese. Medium-length blonde hair is naturally fluffy, and the skin is surprisingly good, with a hint of goose yellow in the whiteness.

Along the way, Lu Xiaochuan sat in the front row and slept, and the two of them chatted with each other, Wang Ling and Sun Cheng chatted happily about ghost stories, Gu Zhiming only admired it, and the result was that the more they chatted, the more proud they became, and gradually Gu Zhiming was also fascinated.

Looking out the window, the maple trees on the side of the road are like oil paintings, melting little by little by the sun. Life is always cyclical, whether it's one's, theirs, or someone else's. Life is very short, cool as the wind, aftertaste like tea, everything will be forgotten, dreams, people and things, only the scenery in the heart is left.

The blonde brother was speechless all the way, looking out the window from time to time. His eyes were very peculiar, Gu Zhiming vaguely found a clue from under the sunglasses, it seemed that his eyes were very long.

The five of them drove a jeep and trekked through mountains and rivers, and finally arrived at the location of the mural, Mangta Mountain.

It's so remote that trains can't get through, and many people don't even know that there is a small village at the foot of the mountain.

The village is full of yellow earth, which is an enviable contrast to the wild forests in the mountains, and if you look from above by helicopter, it is half forest and half desert.

When they arrived, the five of them got out of the car. The local villagers were very enthusiastic, and Lu Xiaochuan looked very familiar with them and chatted.

"In recent days, more and more people have come." The old lady at the head of the village said with a smile, "It's all because the archaeological team has also found ancient relics from there, otherwise we would say that this is a treasure of feng shui." ”

After a while, we came to the center of the village, where there was a large wooden barrel for things. The cracks between the planks were old and blackened.

Sun Cheng pointed curiously and asked, "Why is this bucket placed here, there is no well here." ”

Suddenly, the villagers who were talking and laughing suddenly fell silent, and their smiles gradually disappeared.

"It's about to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, this is to keep that monster from hurting people." The old village chief slowly walked out of the villagers, said earnestly, and sighed helplessly after speaking.

The atmosphere quieted down suddenly, and Lu Xiaochuan smiled playfully and said, "Hey, it's okay, it's been many years, let's not talk about this for a while, let's go and visit the room arranged for us by the village chief." ”

"But it's different now!" In the crowd, a little boy with a runny nose came out, and his mother quickly covered his mouth and motioned for him not to speak.

The atmosphere became even more weird, the old village chief broke the embarrassment, and said with a smile: "It's not easy to come all the way, let's not see each other for a long time, let's go to eat first, and then chatter." As he spoke, he led them in the direction of the hut, where the occasional strong wind blew yellow sand all over the sky.

The old village chief thought that it was a poplar tree that had gone through vicissitudes, as if it had been rooted in this yellow earth, sucking up all the bitter water, and withering little by little.

"Be careful, the atmosphere is not right, there may be malicious intent here." Wang Ling whispered as he walked.

"I know, I know, and when the time comes, anyone will say anything." Gu Zhiming added a sentence, which meant Sun Cheng.

Sun Cheng pouted helplessly.

The blonde guy remained silent.

"Come, come, sit, sit, sit. Xiaochuan, the last time you came was more than ten years ago, and you were so old in a flash. The old village chief said politely in the hut.

"Yes, I haven't known much about this village in recent years, no, I heard that there is a mural here, and I want to come over to investigate, and by the way, I will come to see you." Lu Xiaochuan had a bright smile on his face, and after speaking, he took out a red envelope from his pocket and put it on the table, "I heard something different from that kid just now." I'm quite worried, is life okay in this village? ”

The old village chief pushed the red envelope, "This matter has nothing to do with you outsiders, don't worry, you have been here for a few days, you have eaten, drunk and served, hahaha." The old village chief laughed a little heroically, and from that laughter and gesture, he could still see his youthful boldness and burlyness.

The five people hurriedly thanked them, and as soon as the words fell, there was a cry outside the house:

"No!! Let me out! I'm going to find Ah Kin, he's not dead yet, and it won't work any later! A middle-aged woman cried loudly, and several young adults next to her comforted her as they dragged her into the room.

What the hell is going on? Gu Zhiming felt a little bad in his heart, and gestured to Sun Cheng with his eyes.

"What's wrong with her? Did something happen to my husband? Wang Ling asked first.

"She's been a little too tired lately, her husband has died a long time ago, she's just a little demented, don't worry about it, the meal will be ready soon." The old village chief said a little perfunctorily.

The meal was ready, Sun Cheng was the first to get up, licked his tongue, the braised pork on the table, the fat sausage, the glutinous rice chicken, and the plum cabbage button meat made people drool, this village is very wealthy, and it is also very generous to the guests.

Along the way, the group of five people didn't eat much decent food in the car. Finally, I found a chance to have a good meal and forget all the fatigue on the road.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the moon at night is surprisingly round.

When Sun Cheng and the blonde brother fell asleep, Gu Zhiming got up, shook Sun Cheng and said:

"Hey, Sun Cheng, don't you think it's a little strange?"

"What's so strange? It's so late, don't disturb other people's sleep. Sun Cheng rolled over and yawned, looking indifferent.

"Hey, dead fat man, don't sleep...."Gu Zhiming shook him again, but there was no movement at all.

He sighed in his heart, turned his head, and was surprised to find that Wang Ling had disappeared from the bed.

He got up and changed his clothes at once, went out the door, and looked at the room opposite by the moonlight at the middle-aged woman who was shouting during the day, and the light was still on at such a late hour......