The mountain town, a small city built entirely on the mountain, is a slightly modified park in the middle of the valley, and half of the park is still in a pristine wild state. Down is the upper, middle and lower three roads across the city, although not big, but in the overall layout does not lose its characteristics, the hierarchy is clear, the sense of structure is very strong.

It was dusk, and the setting sun was rolling up orange clouds on the horizon. The summer sun does not make people feel the heat in this mountain town, and the unique coolness of the mountain town hides the heat wave of the hot summer night.

Next to the park, there is a building that looks antique in the shade of greenery, with blue bricks and green tiles, white walls and white walls, at first glance it looks like an old private school, the tall wall is a vermilion wooden door in the middle, and inside the wall is a small courtyard, surrounded by corridors on the left and right, and a hall in the middle.

However, in the reflection of the setting sun, the murals painted on the walls are unusually eye-catching. The size of the mural occupies almost all the area of the wall, with the gate in the middle as the baseline, it is divided into two groups, left and right, if you look at it closely, you can find that the color of the mural has been a little old under the erosion of wind and rain, but it is still very clear, the feeling of antiquity is very strong, and even reveals a strange feeling.

On the picture on the left side of the gate, there is a momentum of courageously moving forward and looking at death as if he were at home, a big man whose face is covered by gunsmoke and blood, and his face is not clear, holding a long knife, seems to be roaring, and the clothes on his body have already been wisps, only En can faintly see that it is a military uniform of the New Fourth Army. In the background of the picture is a bleak mountain, and among the barren grass, there are only a few guns scattered on the ground, some of which have been broken, and some of which are stuck in the ground.

In the simple picture, there is a strong sense of tragedy, from which you seem to be able to experience the cold wind blowing in your face, mixed with blood, surrounded by the corpses of soldiers who have sacrificed their lives to defend their families and country. From this artistic conception alone, this mural with a simple structure is definitely written by everyone, and the color lines and layers are all excellent works.

There is a plaque hanging on the top of the middle of the gate, and the words "Shancheng Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall" shine in the sunset, but the picture on the wall on the right side of the gate is a completely different feeling. The color of the whole picture is very dark, the sky is full of clouds, it seems that this is a dark night without wind and moon, and it seems that a wind and snow are approaching dusk, in short, it is an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, flowing in it. When you look at it, you can't help but feel the hairs on your whole body shrink. There is no one on the picture, only an outstretched palm can be seen, and the details of the author here are very carefully depicted, and the muscles and bones that are stiff and white because of the force are clearly expressed. There are no characters, no landscapes, just such a hand, and yet a hopeless and hopeless mood of despair almost breaks through the wall.

"This mountain city Anti-Japanese War memorial, was built in the fifties, "Shancheng County Chronicles" records, in the late stage of the Anti-Japanese War, a well-equipped regiment of the Japanese army, was completely annihilated here, at that time it was only a guerrilla unit belonging to the New Fourth Army, and a base was established in the mountain city......" Duan Ling, who served as a narrator in the memorial hall, had a sweet voice, but there was a dissatisfaction in her tone.

The Memorial Hall of the Anti-Japanese War in the mountain city is the only scenic spot worth mentioning in the mountain city. Originally, according to the lifestyle of the residents of the mountain city, it was full of a simple, relaxed and free, relatively casual and relatively casual, but because the memorial hall of the Anti-Japanese War in the mountain city was widely spread in the entire central and southern regions, such a small mountain city that should be hidden outside the world could also attract tourists to visit from time to time.

"This war was fought too tragically, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and in the end, not a single person in our army survived, but in the end, with a lot of blood, with several times less troops than the enemy, the Japanese were annihilated." Although she was very dissatisfied with her time after work and had to stay to entertain this last group of special guests, Duan Ling still performed her job very seriously.

There was something strange about the tourists this time, there were only two of them. One of them was a young man with an elegant face and a dashing demeanor, about thirty years old, but he exuded a temperament that had experienced vicissitudes of life, and he kept smiling and listening to Duan Ling's explanation. The other person next to him was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Based on Duan Ling's experience, it can be seen at a glance that these two people are naturally dominated by that young man. Duan Ling was just curious about their identities and origins, who they were, and they were able to make the old curator of the Shancheng Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall personally make a phone call and designate her to receive the old and the young.

Turning the corridor and coming to the hall, what he saw was a glass cabinet kitchen, inside was a bloodstained thick-backed machete, and there were also a few bullet holes on the red silk tied to the copper ring at the hilt, the young man leaned down and stared at the machete carefully, he seemed to be able to see a trace of gunpowder smoke still wafting on it, but he suddenly seemed to feel that the knife was gushing out of a strange power, and his ears seemed to hear the roar of ten thousand ghosts from hell, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Duan Ling didn't notice the young man's abnormality, "This knife is the only weapon that can be found on the battlefield, "Shancheng County Chronicle" said that in this battle, an independent regiment of the Japanese army was annihilated, and there were no bones, according to the war report at the time, the Japanese army claimed that they had an independent regiment, which mysteriously disappeared in central and southern China for no reason. Speaking of this, Duan Ling habitually smiled for a millisecond, "In fact, even we don't know much about this war, including the establishment of this mountain city Anti-Japanese War memorial, there is no detailed historical information, it can be said that it is completely based on folklore, because in the end, the only thing left is this knife, since Mr. can come here to visit, he must be no stranger to that legend." Glancing back at the young man's reflection, seeing that the young man nodded, Duan Ling smiled and continued: "About this war legend, we have a book in the museum, which brings together various versions of the legend from the folk, if you want to know more about it, I recommend you buy a ......" This is the last paragraph before she finished the commentary work, the booklet is actually the old director of the Shancheng Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall, Director Zhang himself wrote it based on the folk legends, For such a memorial hall built almost entirely by private nature, this is also a kind of income, and the interests of this pamphlet written by Director Zhang are not placed on himself.

The young man smiled and shook his head, "Old Yuan, what do you think?" ”

The middle-aged man he called Lao Yuan also smiled, "Mr. Chang, let's go back first!" ”

The young man groaned slightly, "It's okay, thank you then, Miss Duan." ”

"Director Zhang, they're leaving." Duan Ling watched these two people walk out of the Memorial Hall of the Anti-Japanese War in the mountain city, and then called the old curator.

"Excellent! Did they say anything? Director Zhang's voice on the other end of the phone was a little blurry, and Duan Ling could imagine that Lao Zhang was taking a sip of old wine in his mouth.

Duan Ling locked the doors and windows of the memorial hall one by one, "No, I am following your instructions and explaining as usual." ”

Lao Zhang's happy laughter came from the phone, "Then you go home early to rest, don't ask anything else, this month's bonus is indispensable for you." ”

Although the street lamps are only a few meters apart, when night falls, even if you stand on the top of the mountain city, there are only a few stars left in the thick shade. The young man and the old Yuan did not go far, they were standing in front of the mural on the left side of the gate of the Shancheng Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall.

"Mr. Chang, although it doesn't cost much money to invest in such a small Anti-Japanese War Memorial, do you think it's really necessary?" Lao Yuan directly expressed his concerns, "With the strength and influence of Changfu Group, it seems that there is no need to waste energy in such a small place. ”

The young Chang Zong turned around, and he was Chang Li, the son of Chang Dafu, chairman of Changfu Group. He was laid out by the Lingbaomen Xie Gan Dynasty, and finally pretended to be Xie Liu's hand, and used the nightmare Qimen spell, and then trapped in front of the old house in the newly opened alley, "Nai He Bridge Huangquan Road" formation, and Chen Feng Wei Fei was to save a little girl named Xia Jie, Wei Fei saw the permanent spirit body that was not a soul or a soul in the psychic, so he gradually unveiled the strange situation of "Xuanwu Dun" and even "Three Dragons Escape", and only then did Chen Feng and Wei Fei embark on a real road of cultivation, not to mention the future, It all started with that seemingly coincidental adventure.

On the top of the back mountain, when the "Xuanwu Escape" was about to be released, Chang Li, who was in a nightmare, turned on this layout and fell into a coma. After everything was over for the time being, Wei Fei used a psychic spell to heal Chang Li. Since Chang Dafu had died in the link of "Seven Stars Leading the Way" and returned to normal Chang Li, it was logical that he had no objection and took over the position of chairman of his father Changfu Group.

But then, I don't know if it's really because of the feng shui dragon veins being drained, or Chang Li's life and death changes, so that his temperament has changed greatly, he seems to have no intention of operating at all, opened several boards of directors, and delegated most of the equity in his hands, and he is more enthusiastic about the fun of the mountains and rivers, and the performance of Changfu Group has plummeted since then, but Chang Li does not take it to heart.

Lao Yuan, that is, that Yuan Huawen, although he is sleek, but he is indeed a good hand at handling business, so Chang Li still took it with him, Chang Fu Group's main business is to develop the tourism industry, so Lao Yuan did not say anything to Chang Li's behavior that seems not to be responsible for the group, but now Lao Yuan still puts forward his own opinions on Chang Li's plan to invest in this small downhill city, "Mr. Chang, I know that because it involves the history of the Anti-Japanese War, even if it is a free donation, we can accept it. After all, this is only a private memorial, it is completely based on an ethereal war legend, so it is also the main reason why it cannot be supported by the local government. ”

Chang Li nodded, "Since direct donations are possible, why can't you invest?" ”

Lao Yuan smiled indifferently, he was already a figure of mixed elder fritters, of course he would not be stupid enough to think that Chang Li really didn't understand the difference, "Mr. Chang, donation is a public welfare activity, it brings us a kind of group brand promotion and consolidation, and investment is a purely commercial behavior, the standard of being a businessman is profit, there is no need to hide it, Mr. Chang, this mountain city is located in the middle of nowhere, even if the legend of the Anti-Japanese War has enough influence, but I still don't think it is worth it in the name of investment here... …”

Speaking of this, Lao Yuan suddenly found that Chang Li's face was pale and his body was shaky, "Mr. Chang, Mr. Chang, what's wrong with you......" Just wanted to help Chang Li, Lao Yuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart, that in the dim street lights, on the mural that looked very weird, a soul-dementoring cold breath surged out, Lao Yuan only felt a headache, his outstretched hand couldn't help but hug his head, and then fell to the ground with Chang Li.