I've seen many colors of flowers, but I've never seen black, if it's just that one, it might be inconspicuous, but what if it's a whole piece?

More than ten meters below the position of the first line of heaven where we stood, to the vast area as far as the eye could see, there were all those black flowers. They stand in the wind, looking extremely enchanting, and the flowers are very large, looking down from above, like black skeletons with huge mouths open.

couldn't help but shudder, how could there be such a weird flower in this world? Could this be the secret of Heizhugou's "Valley of Death"? But what do these flowers do? Is it natural, or is it artificially raised?

You can see that there is a rope ladder directly below us to go down. At a depth of ten meters, nearly three or four stories high, although there is no fear of heights, you will still doubt the solidity of the ladder made of rope.

"Look over there." He raised his hand one after another to point to a certain place, and looked in his direction, and a hundred meters away, there seemed to be many figures among the black flowers. The reason why I didn't pay attention to it at first time was because those people were also wearing dark clothes, and they seemed to be picking something among the black flowers. I couldn't help but fall on these strange black flowers under my eyes again, and I vaguely understood why groups of tourists had lost contact in Heizhugou.

Because, they're all here.

If such a large sea of black flowers had some kind of effect, then there would be a lot of labor required. When there is a shortage of labor, there is no other way to go, or even to take risks. Because Heizhugou is covered with the mysterious and weird title of "Valley of Death", people naturally don't think of other levels.

Without hesitation, I climbed to the bottom with the rope ladder. As I have just observed, in the second half of this sea of flowers, there are houses standing tall, and people are concentrated there. So, we're aiming for that.

Along the way, in order to hide their whereabouts, they all bent over and shuttled through the flower forest, and when they approached the area, their backs were so sore that they couldn't straighten up. Squatting down and hiding in the flowers, he found a few men standing in front of the house, and the women were actually working in the flowers. The men are normal Hanfu, while the women are wearing the green cloth and black shirts of ethnic minorities, and their complexions are generally tanned, not to mention beauty and ugliness.

They pulled me one after another, gesturing for us to go around to the back of the house as well. This geographical structure is similar to the stronghold outside the mountain, and the house is also built against the mountain, but the mountain is straight and steep on all sides, and there is no mountain road to climb at all. So the house was almost close to the mountain, leaving only a narrow gap that could be accommodated by the eye when one turned sideways. This terrain is strictly like a closed Grand Canyon, and the way out may be the first place we came.

It seems that this is their base camp.

We went around to the side of the house, and the flower field was more than ten meters away, and if we wanted to hide behind the house, we would have to risk running under the noses of those people. Although the men in front of them were smoking cigarettes and talking, and did not pay attention to this side, it was difficult for the women who sat and worked among the flowers to see and report the news.

The timing was a matter of waiting, and after nearly half an hour of me and I had been standing still, we suddenly heard exclamations and commotion from among the flowers, which attracted the attention of several men who were chatting beside us, and strode over. It seemed that one of the women suddenly fainted, and then the people next to her shouted, and some people surrounded her.

Don't miss the opportunity and don't come again, and shout one after another: "Go!" "He and I jumped out of the flowers, but in a matter of seconds, we were already hiding in the gap between the house and the mountain. Thinking back to the glimpse just now, it seems that I saw the face of the woman who fell to the ground in the cracks of people, and I felt a little familiar.

The brain flipped around, and the body froze suddenly, that woman was one of the men and women brought by Lao Wu! Sure enough, here they are!

But how could it change so much? I remember that when the woman first met, she had fine skin and tender flesh, and she was dressed very fashionably, but in a few days, she would not tan to this extent. Or did the women deliberately smear their faces black?