Soon, there was a bustling quarrel behind him, and the old lady in front of him didn't seem to care, and slightly quickened her pace, maybe she was afraid that I would be on guard, she didn't bring crutches, and she walked a little unsteadily, plus from time to time she had to bow her head and cough a few times, and even sometimes coughed and bowed down, which made people a little unbearable.

I don't have any sympathy for this old native, after four years of bad life, many characters have been tempered more and more harsh, I always understand that maybe a momentary kindness will bring me what kind of evil consequences, and that evil consequences are not necessarily something I can bear.

To my surprise, she dragged her tired body to climb the mountain with me, the mountain road is very rugged, but she seems to be walking on flat ground, even where there is a small pit that can borrow strength, where there is a rattan that can be pulled are clear, follow her for a short time, according to the time calculation is only twenty minutes, we have reached the position of the halfway up the mountain, the efficiency of this mountain climbing is surprisingly high, if I come to such a trip by myself, it will take at least a few hours of time.

Walking further, the terrain is a little gentle, and there are faint stones at the fork in the grass around me, and the size is getting bigger and bigger, and the carvings are becoming more and more exquisite, and even to the mouth of a cave, the body is like a real person, if it is not covered with moss, I may have to think about whether this is also like those tree people are real people in disguise.

The open land where the cave is located is about 200 meters in radius, like the size of a green playground, and the surrounding environment is completely different from the surrounding environment, there is not a single tree here, which reminds me of the dead area where termites gathered I saw a few hours ago, and I can't help but feel absolute vigilance in my heart again, and even tentatively poked the turf on the ground with a javelin, the soil under the turf is very solid, not as soft as the dead land not long ago, and then go inside, the soil layer has not changed, It put me at ease a little.

All these actions of mine were seen by the old native, but she did not stop, but slowed down and watched me play with a smile on her face, until she came to a position only a dozen meters away from the cave, and the old man suddenly stopped, and at the same time signaled me to stop.

She looked up at the sky, as if observing the position of the sun, the dark clouds still obscured the sun, the drizzle seemed to have stopped, the mountain breeze Weiwei, blowing me cold, but she didn't seem to care much about it, slowly bent her knees, knelt down in the direction of the sun, her hands again as they were when she saw me, closed her eyebrows, and kept muttering something in her mouth.

I stood idle for a long time, and I didn't see the old native stop, she knelt like this, the words in her mouth didn't seem to be the same muttering, I really wanted to know about her unique language, in fact, I was very talented in language, I remember when I was in the military school, the curriculum required each person to master at least two or more foreign languages, the language can be picked by yourself, English, Italian, French, Portuguese, Russian, Japanese, Malay, I was lazy, just picked out some English and Portuguese that I couldn't starve to death anywhere, Tan was a bit harder, and it took him three years to win everything except Malay, and sometimes I could see him squatting in the library in the middle of the night to read foreign military classics.

I asked him why he fought so hard, and Lao Tan told me a story of "Tower of Babel", which basically said that the men, women and children on our earth originally spoke the same language, used the same language, and lived a worry-free life, but people will always be idle and look for trouble, so some people said let's build a ladder to the sky, climb the bridge and we can step into heaven to see God and his old man, and after enough fun, we should follow the ladder down the ladder and do what to do. God and his old man stopped hearing this, and saw that the ladder to heaven was getting higher and higher, so he divided human beings into different languages, different scripts, so that they could not communicate with each other, and sure enough, this ladder called the Tower of Babel eventually collapsed due to poor communication! Lao Tan said that language can make people of any color quickly call friends and comrades-in-arms, and understand each other's thoughts and intentions, otherwise, it will take you hundreds of times your time.

Now, looking at the old woman babbling to the sun, I fully understand the true intention of God and God, so that those of us who do not speak each other's language can die on the earth, and they can live a carefree life in heaven.

Time spent an hour in my unscrupulous pacing, of course, I was not completely in a daze, this hour, I carefully observed the mountain, found that the mountain stands on the island like a blade, I can't calculate the east-west span, but the thickness of the north and south is only more than 200 meters, like a large stone fell from the sky and happened to cut on this island, by the height, I also looked at the sea in the distance, I even found the reef area where I parked the boat, The canoe is still moored there, floating gracefully up and down the waves.

Turned around and looked at the old man again, but found that she had stood up at some point, bowing her waist and bowing her head still putting on that humble appearance, because the distance was too close, I was already in a daze and was startled by her when I turned around.

She pointed to the sky, to the cave, to herself, to me, and this series of movements made me not understand what she wanted to say, but I guess she didn't intend for me to understand, beckoned to me, motioned for me to follow, and walked to the cave without even looking at me.

Standing on the edge of the cave, I could faintly see the fire flickering in the cave, which made me feel a little nervous, worried about whether there was any ambush in the cave, but thinking about it, it was unlikely, if this old man wanted to kill me, he didn't need to go through so many troubles, he could let me die seven or eight times in the three forks, why did he have to move here? If there was any of their totemic beasts in this cave, then why would she be in danger herself? I made up my mind in my heart, as long as I followed her a meter behind, stared at her from time to time, and if there was anything wrong, I would preemptively strike, and I would run away if it was a big deal, I would never believe that in such a gentle slope, the old lady in front of me could catch up with me.

But go further into the cave, but immediately dispelled my worries, this hole is not big, only thirty square meters square, and there is no furnishings, obviously pulled me in not to let me live here, the cave is very dry, the surrounding cave wall is a very special beige granite, wrapping the whole space, and in the center, there is a fire, the fire is not strong, but it is enough to illuminate the whole cave without dark corners, the fire gives people the illusion that the whole cave is rising.

Facing the firelight, she quietly knelt down again, and added a piece of dry wood piled up on the side to the fire, the dry wood was very special, very different from the wood I left on the desert island, the color was much darker, she rubbed the dry wood on the center of her eyebrows like holding a holy object, and then carefully placed it in the fire, letting the wood crackle in the fire, this process was like a ritual, not just adding firewood.

I was tempted to tell the old woman that it hurt her eyes to stare at the flames, but seeing her pious appearance, and the fact that I could not explain it to her in sign language, I just thought about it and did it, until she stood up again, and realized that she had kept her eyes closed, and it seemed that it was also the result of practice.

As she prayed to the fire, I glanced at the cave wall in front of me, and saw that the beige rock seemed to have many "figures" painted with red clay and other paints, and unlike the figures on the trees at the fork in the road, the frescoes were obviously much larger, and they seemed to have their order from left to right, and before I could see clearly, the old woman was already standing beside me, pointing to my forehead and pointing to the frescoes again.

There are about a dozen "works" painted on the order from left to right, although they are painted very simply, but one of the patterns quickly caught my eye, countless question marks immediately poured into my brain, at this moment, time seemed to freeze, I seemed to see, painted on the rock wall, a person, a person with a shotgun in his hand, he was shooting!