Judging from the appearance alone, this stone gate pass is far less evil than the legend has been, just ordinary rivers, peaks and trees. However, it has not been artificially developed, so there are no formed roads to walk, only mountain roads trodden by former explorers and search and rescue teams.

After walking inside for more than an hour, as Lao Tie said, there was a fog around him. The dense woods gradually became hazy, and we slowed down our steps, so that in case we were separated from each other, the distance between people was no more than a meter, and they were all within sight.

Lao Tie's occupational disease was committed, and he turned around and introduced that the mountain fog in their ditch was varied. The purple fog rolls in the early morning, and the sky is full of smoke in the evening, sometimes near and sometimes far, sometimes quiet and sometimes moving, flickering light and dark, and changing endlessly. There is also a rule, do not make loud noises when entering the ditch, otherwise it will alarm the mountain god, and the mountain god will spit out green mist when he is angry, and sweep away people and animals.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Brother Liang behind him sneer, and the three madmen really roared twice in disbelief as their name, so frightened that Lao Tie's face changed greatly, and he bent down and bowed to the top of the mountain again and again. drank "don't go crazy" one after another, and finally stopped the three crazy people from going crazy.

Natural legends are exaggerated, and it is impossible for a mountain god to spit out green mist. But it is true that the fog is filling a little bit, but it is only a moment of speaking, and it is thicker than before. The evening was full of smoke, and it was still true.

The further back you go, the lower the visibility, and everyone knows that they can't go any longer and look for a place to camp. Lao Tie led us to find a rare flat land halfway up the mountain, but it was not spacious, less than twenty square meters, and there was a cliff outside.

There were seven of us in total, and we had to squeeze into such a small place, the most important thing was that the hillside was sloping towards the cliff, and Lao Wu was worried about what would happen if he rolled down at night while sleeping. I stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, and there was a river below.

Lao Tie explained on the side, saying that this place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which can prevent wild beasts from attacking. At night, as long as he ties his hound to the periphery, it is basically a husband, and it can be keenly noticed by it whenever there is any wind and grass. He was a mountain man and a former hunter, and he had his own theory of how to beware of wild beasts. He put down his backpack immediately and decided to spend the night here, and he opened his mouth, including the police and his two brothers, naturally agreed, even if Lao Wu and I wanted to disagree, there was no way.

I was the only woman who was fortunate enough to be placed in the innermost position against the mountain. The rest of the men lined up in turn, and he and Brother Liang slept on the outermost side. I took out the simple tent and moisture-proof mat from my bag, walked over one after another, and helped me set up the tent in three or two clicks, and he went to help the two policemen.

I was slightly impressed by him, I didn't see that he was also enthusiastic, and he was very skilled in setting up tents, and it seemed that he was a person who had been running out for a long time. But his skin is quite fair, and he doesn't look like it. After a long day's walk, everyone was tired, and after they had eaten something, they lay down in their tents and sleeping bags, and after a while they fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sound of snoring, and I opened my eyes for a long pause, thinking that the man's snoring could form a symphony orchestra.

When I opened the tent slightly, I found that it was drizzling outside, so it was no wonder that I heard a rustling sound falling on the tent. It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight, and it was the icing on the cake. But during the day, it was overcast, so I was not surprised.

Just as we were about to zip up the tent, we suddenly caught a glimpse of a red light flashing in the dark night, and when I looked closely, there seemed to be a figure sitting on the mountainside in the darkness, blocking the intersection where we came up.