According to the road pointed out by Nasha, I drove to it, this place is really big, the mountain road is not easy to walk, potholes, stones everywhere, fortunately Qingqing this Mercedes-Benz off-road performance is quite good, until the foot of the mountain, actually drove for more than half an hour.

"Where does Zhang Peng usually look for you?" I asked.

"Riding a motorcycle, he always rides a bicycle, and he's still quite tired."

"I didn't see the hole!" I looked at the snow-capped mountains.

"Halfway up the mountain." Nasha replied.

"What?" I was shocked, how could I climb up in such heavy snow, and I had to carry Nasha on my back.

Qingqing took out two golf clubs from the trunk, stretched them out to me, and said, "Chop off the head of the ball." ”

I took out the Tai'a sword and cut it with a force, she was carrying a bag, she had a lot of clothes in it, I just had a backpack, and there were few clothes in it, I carried Nasha on my back, and every step I had to use my feet to sweep the snow off the stones, so as not to slip in the air, and asked, "Upper or lower mountain?" ”

"Halfway down the mountain, it's better for you to walk to the place with stones."

"What the hell is the old man Wendao, why do you want to live in the mountains." I muttered, no wonder no one knew him, how to hide in a cave every day.

"He likes to go fishing in the Yufeng Tianchi at the top of the mountain, and he lives halfway up the mountain, and he goes down the mountain every three months to buy food in the town."

"Wonderful, is the fish in Yufeng Tianchi delicious?"

"It tastes good."

It's been a really difficult walk, but fortunately Nasha is lighter, I feel like I'm only eighty pounds at most, and I'm thin, I remember in that photo, she was very plump, a little baby fat.

"Nasha, hold my neck tight, don't fall."

"Why don't I come down and go?" Nasha said.

"That's not going to work, it's too hard to walk."

"It's good that Zhang Peng has a friend like you, Shui Sheng, you can take care of him more in the future. After he found out that he was a stone-hearted man, he always said little in front of me. ”

"Of course." I replied, Zhang Peng is obviously a tease, why don't you say so much in front of Nasha, you can't stand up and feel inferior, or because of guilt.

Qingqing was panting, and she couldn't move her steps, it was estimated that she had altitude sickness, but I was fine.

There seems to be a hole not far from above, almost one person high, snow piled in front of the door, it seems that the old man Wendao really didn't come back, this guy is old and confused, and he gets motion sickness, and he has an ID card, and he is a play, if he has to row, he should be thrown to ancient times.

"Where is the Tuotuo River?" I asked.

"Near Tanggu Town, there is nothing to see, an ordinary big river."

Although it was cold, it made me sweat all over. When I finally reached the entrance of the cave, I lowered Nasha, and the round hole was not small, it was taller than mine. Take a closer look, the material of the door looks like a huge bronze mirror, but it is matte, engraved with the Yin Yang Fish Taiji Diagram, and the eyes of the Yin Yang Fish are concave, Nasha put her finger into the white fish eye, and turned to the left three times, this thing can be easily turned, it is estimated that it is some kind of mechanism, she stuffed it into the black fish eye and drew two circles to the right.

The mouth reads: "White left three, black right two, white right five, black left four......"

It made me dizzy, but she still remembered, just wanted to light a cigarette to slow down, but saw the snow on the roof of the cave suddenly fall, something moving, I quickly drew my sword.

A centipede with thick arms emerged from the snow and rushed towards Qingqing, with two sharp yellow teeth in its open mouth. I pulled Qingqing, slashed over with a sword, cut the centipede in half, green pus-like blood, sprayed in the white snow, the centipede was more than a meter long, the pitch-black body, dense red calves, it was really a bit big, if it was like a bug, I would have rushed up and trampled to death.

The centipede was bouncing in the snow, and I blocked in front of Nasha and Qingqing, slashing several times in a row, trying to chop it to death, but it was dodged, and then its two halves of its body jumped together, and it was actually forced to take it back, burrowed into the snow, and went down the mountain.

Qingqing sat on the ground with a buttocks, there was no trace of blood on her face, I thought she was bitten, or poisoned by the splash of green liquid, pulled her up, carefully examined it, and there was nothing abnormal!

"Are you alright?" I asked.

She shook her head, Nasha quickly turned the roulette wheel again, and finally a rumbling sound sounded, and the Tai Chi bronze door finally opened, and it was pitch black inside, and I helped Qingqing in. Nasha turned on the flashlight, touched it for a long time, and turned on the electric light, just now I saw a telephone pole halfway up the mountainside, I was thinking, is the electricity going to the cave, but as long as I am willing to pay, the electricity will still help with it.

The cave is very well decorated, the floor is paved with wooden floors, and the vaulted roof is densely packed with green bamboo, which should have been bent by a special process to fit just right.

There is a large hole in the wall of the cave at the entrance, and there is a rope reeling machine in it, which is supposed to be used to haul goods up the mountain. No wonder the old man Wendao likes money so much, this thing costs more money than building a house.

Nasha led us in, turned a corner, and saw a house, pushed the door in, and at this glance, I knew that it was Zhang Peng's room, and there was a picture hanging on the wall, which was the same photo of him and Nasha, but this one was magnified, so it was not so clear.

Next to the group photo, there is actually a photo of me, lying on the lawn with my eyes closed and smoking. It should be Jiang Chumei's boyfriend who came to say goodbye to me when he picked her up and left Angelica Village, but Zhang Peng was secretly photographed by me for scolding and crying, and he thought I must have cried, and handed me a tissue.

"Stupid, I can't see other people's good, when Lao Tzu is proud, why didn't he shoot it?" I muttered.

"Rest and I'll make some food." Nasha said.

"Can you cook here?" I don't know how to get the smoke out.

"Don't worry, there's a chimney." After Nasha finished speaking, she pulled the rope next to the door, and a circular bamboo wall on the right side began to move, and a round hole with a height of one person appeared, which was actually a glass window, and there was also a Taiji diagram on it, but now it was a white snow, and it was finally not so depressing.

It's an interesting house, and there's a radiator in the corner, so I reached out and tried it, maybe because it was electrified, and it started to heat up.

Nasha went to cook, Qingqing was really a little tired, I asked her to rest on the canopy bed now, I looked around, this cave is much cooler than my wooden house, I don't know if there is no snow, the glass window can be put away, it should not work, the centipede with thick arms, what should I do if I get in.

Zhang Peng's room is very simple, a very small wardrobe, a bookshelf, the bookshelf is full of crooked and messy books, the wardrobe is even worse, three sets of clothes, two patches, two pairs of sneakers, and a lot of underwear.

"I can draw what she looked like when she was younger." Mr. Ominous spoke again.

"Can you draw clearer than a photo?" I asked.

"Yes, and it's prettier."

"How can you draw what she looked like when she was younger? Imitation in front of a photo? ”

"I am a painter, and what I am best at is observing the changes in the world, and no matter how time passes, the painter can see the essence through the phenomenon. Young or old, the person is still the same person. I can also draw what it would be like when I was young. ”

"Don't paint what you look like when you're young, or she'll go crazy and maybe throw you into the fire." I told him, this old man likes to die.

"There's rice paper on that shelf, I'll get it out." Mr. Unknown came out from behind me as soon as he finished speaking, and that open neck was really annoying.

"When my friend comes back, ask him to sew your neck up, it's really scary."

"You don't need to sew, and you can't sew it, so it's more breathable."

"Who cut your neck?" I asked, puzzled.

"My work satirizes the great warlord Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was sentenced by his son to cut his throat."

"Don't you just draw demons and monsters? Why satirize the great warlords? ”

"Confused for a while, confused for a while."

"You're just going to get cancer."

"I don't understand what death cancer is, I want to paint, you go and close the door, don't let Miss Nasha see me, she's so old, I'm afraid I'll scare her to death."

Although the old man did not speak well, it made sense, and Nasha had never seen a ghost. I closed the door to see how he painted, and this guy spread the paper on the desk, and concentrated on drawing, looking at his composition, he was going to draw a whole chapter of paper, and at this rate, it was estimated that it would be dark.