"I must go, you can stay here";

The four men sat around a tree in the small camp, and that was the first thing I said after the four men had been silent for a long time.

In any case, the Chinese characters in the amber-like transparent stone that I call the "Eye of the Yellow Spring" clearly have a lot to do with me, and although I can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse, I can't find a reason not to convince myself not to see that place with my own eyes.

But long after I spoke, no one answered, and everyone looked at the tender grass on the ground, as if there was a key hidden in the stalk that could take us out.

"Wu, what exactly is the word in that stone?" , the bald man broke the deadlock and asked;

I frowned and said, "I can't say it, it's carved in exactly two ways, horizontally and vertically";

- You self

- By entering

-this

This is a Chinese character, if you read it horizontally, it is equivalent to telling me to "come and go freely", but if you read it vertically, it becomes the only one who can enter and exit;

But since it was left in Chinese characters, or if the man wanted me to see only the location of the mechanism, and for them as natives or foreigners, even if they got this transparent stone, they could not see the reason in the slightest;

It took me some time to explain the different origins of the Chinese characters in the Qing Dynasty, the dumb man did not say a word, and the face of the tiger girl was even colder, but it was a silence;

"I understand that this place is probably a trap, and you don't need to follow me to make this ......," I said, after a pause.

"But I have to go to the place under the white fog before the terrain changes, no matter what kind of Longtan Tiger's Den or the Shandan Murderous Swamp that the old sorcerer said, I won't be willing to try it, and I can't be like you natives with leaves and hairy fresh mushrooms here for a lifetime";

As I spoke, I tried to stand up and take the spear in the dumb man's hand, the only weapon left of the four, except for the "dagger", but he was grabbed by the bald man, who still said with the same trademark evil smile:

"You just went on your own... Hehe, in case you die in it, and there is no one to collect the corpse by your side, I will accompany you on a trip, anyway, I don't believe the old witch's nonsense", the bald man's expression was still so uninhibited and distrustful, he still smiled, and the short grass branch in his mouth was about to be chewed out of the juice by him, but he did not notice it at all;

As soon as the bald man's words fell, Huya suddenly raised her right foot with both hands and kicked it on the bald man's waist, and shouted with red eyes: "Go!" you! Whoever goes will die there! ”；

The bald man was deflated, but he didn't dare to respond to the tiger girl, just rubbed his waist and looked at me;

"How do you know we're going to die? What do you really know? I looked at the tiger girl, at her look of certainty, as if she had been to this place, and had seen her companion die in it;

"Shanna, you must know that the name Shandan is not only the name of the devil in our clan", Huya looked at the bald man and sat back with her arms and knees, her upper body was uncovered, and her round breasts were pressed in the middle of her thighs and body, so that the viewer could not breathe! But Huya herself said without any care;

"Chuan... Oh, and the tribe of witches also calls the devil Shandan, and even the evil spirits... The name they call the devil has only changed slightly, and they call it Satan";

"You go on," I saw her pause, and immediately motioned for her to hurry on;

"Shanna, every tribe has this legend of the devil, and the Shahtmen even have myths and wall carvings about him, and Satan is not only the devil in their minds, but also their totem, because in the mythology of the Shahman, their Satan has a pair of black wings and an animal face, which can drive lions, wolves and birds to become their own warriors, and can even call the wind and rain to summon the gods of heaven to fight for him";

"Shanna, think about it for yourself, isn't the totem they believe in the spirit man himself? But who taught them? It's their myths and wall carvings! ”；

Huya was a little emotional, and even grabbed my hand with her hand as she spoke, as if she was afraid that I would not listen to her persuasion and go in danger;

I have rarely seen Huya look like this, and I cannot tell whether her actions at this time are out of fear for my safety or because I am afraid that I will drag them to their death;

"Don't you understand? The place where the shaman told us about the killing of Shandan is not a myth, but a real warning to us! It is a warning that has been passed down by word of mouth for many generations! ”；

"You mean to say... The Sandan in your mouth is not an ethereal symbolic deity like the sun god or Shanna, but a person who existed a long time ago? I asked the tiger girl in disbelief, and the latter stared at me and nodded slightly;

"How long has it been since this legend of Shandan was born?" I asked, and suddenly in my consciousness it seemed as if I had caught some clue, but it seemed like nothing, if this devil called Shandan really had wings, hung the head of a beast, could raise beasts and birds, and even call for wind and rain, as described by the tiger, but this large number of almost godlike descriptions seemed to me to be a modern person with a mask on his face, who could domesticate birds of prey, and who could see the clouds and the weather, and who could fly to the limit with a pair of cloth wings on his back;

But Huya looked at my question at a loss, she looked at the bald man as if she was asking for help, and then at the equally dazed mute, and just shook her head;

Actually, I don't need Huya to give me an answer, if this modern man who has the same sense of civilization as me and is collectively called "Shandan" or "Satan" by their various races really existed in the past, then all the traces of his existence that I have found since I came here are enough to give this person a date:

- The cave that the old sorcerer took me into, although the wall carvings there have been restored and passed down by countless generations, but according to the old sorcerer and Huya, as far as they know, there are more than 30 generations of sorcerers who have worshiped the cave and maintained which murals, which will take almost eight or nine hundred years;

-The stone stele that I found at the beginning of the time when I and the bald man tricked the white-robed people into entering this dense forest in order to train the team, and the stone houses around the stone stele have existed for at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years in terms of weathering, but I don't know how long it is, there is only one amount I can refer to, that is, if the stone is weathered into powder... It will take hundreds of millions of years;

- The carvings on the bark of these trees have weathered along with the trees, and it would take tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years to weathering the bark into what it is now as fossilized as it is now;

-And if, as I assumed before, the terrain beneath our feet is constantly changing, full of dangers, and the killing zone composed of low mountains, dense forests, and dangerous terrain in the outer ring is really thought to have been designed, then this designer must also be "him", regardless of how he did it and the mechanism that I don't understand, how much time did he spend just building this place...?

As for why the Tiger Tribe, the Demon Girl Tribe, and the Demon Spirit Tribe have begun to evolve in civilization since the existence of this Shandan, and they are still "drinking blood", I don't need to give myself any explanation, you must know that just the human evolution of the ability to drill wood for fire has gone through millions of years, until the appearance of the Suiren clan allowed humans to eat cooked meat, and the discovery of drilling wood for fire is still hundreds of thousands of years ago;

In this way, these primitive tribes were able to evolve into what they are today... It is even known that hemp can cover the body and wood can build a boat, which is already a miracle, after all: throwing a figure like one or two thousand years on the journey of human evolution is like throwing soil into a river, and it can't even splash a splash.

But then again, all of this is in front of me for me to judge, but what I want to know most is: if all this is the masterpiece of the so-called "Shandan", why did he make these shadowless things?

It would take tens of thousands of years to accomplish what I've seen... How long did this grandson live?

And what kind of relationship does such an old immortal living fossil have to do with my grandmother "Ge Linqing"?