Lao Zuo also asked coldly: "This is what Brother Niu heard from Nuo Yan Dawu again?" ”

Li Huaishan nodded: "It should be, listen to what he means, when he was young, he had to go into the mountains every five years, and he had a thorough understanding of the situation in the mountains." ”

Hearing him say this, Lao Zuo and I frowned at the same time, and Liang Houzai twisted his neck and looked at me and Lao Zuo.

The three of them, you look at me, I look at you, look at each other.

Enoja's ability to penetrate the mountain demon's defense zone should not be able to pass through, how did he get here?

Could it be that the mountain demon possessed by the demon never took the initiative to attack the Great Witch.

And Yoda, at the moment I'm pretty sure he's gone deep into the woods, but all we've found along the way is one of his boots, and a gold-clad lighter that I don't know if it's his.

If he was still alive, we should have found more traces.

Even if he's dead, we should at least find traces from his camping days.

But this guy seems to have disappeared from the world, and there is no trace from the time he entered the mountain to the present.

Li Huaishan didn't think about so many questions, while pulling the grass on the ground, looking for the direction of the spiritual vein, while beckoning behind him from time to time, signaling us to follow.

This spiritual vein is only afraid that it has been polluted by something, and there is no endless life and agility in the mountains and forests, and after walking along it for a while, we can even feel a strong stale atmosphere from the spiritual vein.

That is, I strayed into a barn that had been untended for many years, and it was filled with the musty smell of stale sesame seeds.

As we went farther and farther away, the smell of moldy millet floating in our minds turned into a foul smell similar to that emanating from a rotting corpse.

Huang Yuzhong's sense of smell is much sharper than that of ordinary people, and at this time, he had to erect the collar of his jacket to cover his nose.

My sense of smell is also sharper than that of ordinary people, but I have often gone to the grave over the years, and I am used to smelling the smell of corpses and musty, but I can bear it.

After about five hours of walking along this spiritual vein, we finally came to the foot of the lonely peak.

When viewed from a distance, this lonely peak is still green, but when you look closer, you find that the extremely steep mountain wall is exposed with large patches of bald stones, and only some green vegetation grows obliquely in the cracks of the stones.

Strangely, most of these vegetation are unusually luxuriant, and the drooping branches and foliage in front of the rocks on the mountain make the bald mountain a vibrant green.

The sun had already begun to set in the west, and Huang Yuzhong took advantage of the last ray of sunlight that had not completely disappeared, looked in the direction of the top of the mountain, and then said to me: "There should be strong winds in this place, and the stones on the mountain have serious traces of wind erosion. ”

When he said this, his tone was very solemn.

The stone has been severely eroded by the wind, and most of the surface will become very fragile, and if we want to go up the mountain, we must first have a person go up, chisel steel nails on the stone face, and then put steel cables on top of each other, so that the people behind us can climb up.

If the toughness of the stone is relatively sufficient, there is naturally nothing to worry about, but if the stone surface is too brittle, or there are hidden cracks under the stone surface, the steel nail has a high chance of falling off because it cannot bear the weight of everyone, and even serious rock fall.

After much deliberation, I finally decided that I would climb to the top of the mountain with my bare hands first, and find the strongest chisel by the way.

None of the people present objected to my proposal, and everyone knew in their hearts that this was the most reasonable choice at the moment.

I gathered the steel rope and spikes from the others, and then walked around the mountain, figuring out the route to climb.

The sun has sunset, the afterglow of the sunset is gone, but the sky is not completely dark.

While there was still a little light, I didn't delay, jumped on a stone tooth, and began to climb the mountain.

Huang Yuzhong's worries were not unreasonable, as I climbed along the mountain with my bare hands, I clearly felt that many stones showed signs of slight loosening.

It's okay for me to step on such a stone alone, but if everyone steps on it when they go up the mountain, they don't know when they will be trampled on.

During this period, I tried to make steel nails in the stone wall, but I didn't expect that all the stones were very fragile, and the stones were like compressed biscuits, and as soon as the chisel was chiseled, they began to crack and crumble, until the nails penetrated ten centimeters to a depth of ten centimeters, and they could not reach the hard part of the rock.

I can't imagine that the stones are already so fragile, and this mountain can still stand.

Later, instead of making steel nails on the stone face, I looked at the vegetation that grew on the mountain wall.

I don't know what the trees are called, but they are curvy and at first glance look a bit like the welcoming pine on Mount Tai, but if you look closer, you will see that the color and texture of the bark are similar to those of the ash poplars.

The trunks of the trees that grew from the mountain walls were extremely strong, and the roots of these trees were so well developed and strong enough that two or three people would not break the trunks or uproot them.

Of course, for someone of Lao Zuo's weight, two or three would be enough to break the trunk.

I gave up the idea of chiseling steel nails into the mountain wall, fixed the steel rope directly to the root of the tree trunk, and shouted to the people down the mountain, telling them to climb up the steel cable, one person at a time, and wait for the person in front to reach the top, and then the person behind to go up.

In this way, I climbed up the steel rope, and by the time I reached the top of the mountain, the sky had completely turned inky.

Today was a sunny day, but in this place, there were no stars or moons, and no clouds in the sky.

Twenty minutes after I arrived at the top of the mountain, Li Huaishan also came up, then Liu Shangang, Huang Yuzhong, Liang Houzai, and Lao Zuo was the last to come up, and when he went up the mountain, he trampled on a few stones along the road because his body was too heavy.

Many people can't see what the situation is on Lao Zuo's side, and they are so nervous that they only hear the sound of gravel collapsing, for fear that Lao Zuo will fall off the mountain.

Seriously, those who do our job often have to climb mountains and go down the ground, and Lao Zuo's physique is really a little inappropriate.

It wasn't until Liang Houzai took the handle and pulled Lao Zuo up to the top of the mountain that I was relieved to observe the scene on the top of the mountain.

Unlike the bare mountain wall, the hill with an area of less than 100 square meters is covered with flowers and plants, and on the south side of the mountain, there is a small tree that is not dense.

This is completely unusual, as normally the vegetation on the summit should be sparse than the rest of the mountain due to the lack of water and the poorer soil.

Moreover, these flowers and trees seem to be lovely, but they always exude a thick dead air, and the originally clean mountain top is also like a layer of fog miasma that is invisible to the naked eye.

Lao Zuo came to my side and asked, "Haven't found the entrance yet?" ”

"Just looking for it." I replied casually.

At this time, Li Huaishan interjected again: "Do you want to take a rest first, you are rushing and climbing the mountain, and the physical strength of the brothers is almost exhausted." ”

Because it is harder for me to feel tired than ordinary people, I often forget to camp and rest, and I need Li Huaishan to remind me from time to time.

I turned my head and glanced at Lao Zuo, who smiled at me: "I'm really tired." ”

"Then let's camp on the spot."

I briefly left this sentence, Li Huaishan and they went to camp, while I wandered alone on the top of the mountain.

Judging from the greeting card my dad gave me, the entrance to Mud Town should be on the top of this hill, but I can't say for sure what kind of situation the so-called entrance exists, whether it is a secret door or a hole in the ground.

I was careful with every step I took, because the grass on the top of the mountain was relatively high, and I had to peel it off from time to time to look at it, in case there was a hole hidden under the grass.

As I walked along the edge of the mountain and approached the grove, I could vaguely see a small dirt bag behind me shining brightly.

Why didn't you see this shine just now?

I was suspicious, so I deliberately looked back at the dirt bag, and then looked up at the sky.

There was indeed no moon in the sky, and Li Huaishan and the others had not had time to light a bonfire, only Huang Yuzhong turned on a searchlight, but the light did not shine on the mound.

Since there is no light refraction, how does that luster come about?

I didn't dare to be careless, so I immediately condensed a breath of thought, put my hand into my pocket and grabbed my teeth, slowly moved my foot, and pasted it towards the dirt bag.

Lao Zuo and the others sensed my telekinesis, and they all stopped what they were doing and looked at me very vigilantly.

The noise of their tent had disappeared all at once, and the top of the mountain had become unusually quiet, and now only the rustle of the soles of their feet and the weeds could be heard.

It wasn't until I got to the dirt bag that I found a boxy secret door pressed on the side of the dirt bag, and because the two tufts of weeds in front of the door could not bear their weight and were seriously bent, the corner of the secret door was exposed.

I've been walking around the edge of the mountain just now, and I haven't had time to take a closer look at the dirt bag.

The door panel of the secret door seems to be made of waxed marble slabs, with the sun, moon and stars engraved on it, but it may be due to age, the notch is not particularly clear, and the surface of the door panel reflects a very soft pearl color at this time, which should be the reflection of the moon, but in this boundless dark night sky, there is no moon.

I couldn't help but look up at the night sky again, and closed my left eye, at first glance, there was really no moon in the sky, but on the top of the mountain, there was a very weak layer of light.

This is moonshine.

The moon does hang in the night sky, but it seems that an invisible force interferes with our senses, preventing us from seeing the color of the moon from the night dome.

Lao Zuo lowered his steps and leaned over, squatted beside me and looked at the secret door leaning on the dirt bag, and then his reaction was the same as mine, he also looked up at the night dome.

I didn't have the extra heart to chat with Lao Zuo at that time, I just leaned down and sniffed carefully on the secret door.

Judging from the slightly heavy fragrance, this door should have been produced in the Eastern Han Dynasty, but because the door panel was still stained with a little grassy smell, it caused a slight rod cover to me, making it difficult for me to judge which period it was produced in the Eastern Han Dynasty.