I don't know how long I slept, I woke up in a daze, found a dead silence around me, looked up at the car, and found that the scenery outside the window was receding, the rolling hills continued to appear, a layer of black mist swept over the mountainside, and in the jungle, the birds and beasts in the distance were wailing for a while.

It seemed to be the cry of a lonely soul, and the sound made people chill all over my body, I shrunk my neck, took out my phone from my side, and looked at the time, it was already more than three o'clock in the morning.

I had rested early, so I didn't feel sleepy until now, and I was a little scared when I heard the sounds, but it was quiet all around.

Wrapped in my coat, I had to lie down again, but I don't know what was going on, as soon as I closed my eyes, I faintly heard a strange sound, like the sound of a dog gnawing bones, creaking.

I immediately opened my eyes again, and when I listened closely, the voice disappeared again, as if it had never existed.

Could it be that there are still rats in the carriage? I thought about it with a frown, and then took a look around with my phone, but I didn't find anything wrong.

"It's weird!" I muttered to myself, and lay back down, but the voice came again as expected.

I was annoyed by the sound, and I lost my sleepiness at all, so I immediately took out a shoe of Baizhou from my side, closed my eyes, and when I heard the sound again, I threw the shoe in my hand by feeling.

I just heard a click, and the sound just now finally disappeared, but I didn't want to just forget it, anyway, I didn't feel sleepy, so I might as well go over and see what was going on.

After making up my mind, I took my mobile phone and tiptoed in that direction, and saw a lot of luggage piled up there, and next to these luggage, I found Baizhou's shoes.

But just as I approached my shoes, I heard a crunch, as if something was breaking, and a black shadow came out of the luggage.

The thing was running in a hurry, and I didn't see what it was, but between the lightning and flint, I skimmed an afterimage, which looked like a cat, but the sound was very strange.

While I was chasing after the remnant with my phone, I picked up the shoes on the ground and was about to rub them again, but I saw that the thing jumped three times and two times on the roof of the car, and crawled inside along a gap.

In the middle of the night, I had no intention of continuing to sleep because of the uninvited guest, and the strange noises outside also made me uneasy, so I finally had to pick up my mobile phone, while looking at a few pictures of vine inscriptions stored inside, while thinking about the words of the prophet, and distracting myself with these things.

As the minutes ticked by, those rattan characters were like an invisible rope that went around the screen, making it difficult for my emotions to be concentrated.

For a while, it was the problem of the old clock, the things he was hiding from me, the archives that the prophet had destroyed by him, and the words that Mr. Gu Zhi said, and the punishment of the old bell against us.

"Concealment!" When the words overlapped, I felt a bang in my head, as if all the vine words had been blown up, and I immediately closed my eyes and quieted myself, but the more I did this, the harder it was to calm down.

Soon, the sky finally dawned, and when I went to sell food with two dark circles under my eyes, I let Baizhou have a good meal of "comfort"

"What happened to you last night, did you dream that you were punched twice?" Baizhou asked me happily, but I was not in the mood to talk to him about this, so after throwing the lunch box to him, I yawned a few times.

After settling the breakfast, I looked at my phone, and I was almost three hours away from Chengdu.

I sent a text message to Liu Ran and asked her to pick us up at the station at noon, and after hanging up the phone, I began to look out the window in a daze.

Actually, I really don't want to recall what happened before, all kinds of reasons and problems, but when I quieted down, I unconsciously remembered it again in my mind.

To distract myself, I began to ask about what Baizhou knew, about the God-King Mask.

In this way, we talked about it with or without a match, and even talked about Sichuan opera, but I fell asleep while listening to it?

I can't be blamed for this, what he said is too unattractive, it's all stage skills, and I don't do that, I know what these things do.

At noon, I was woken up by Baizhou, and after glancing out the window, I saw that everyone was getting ready to get off the bus, and we walked towards the entrance of the bus while looking for our luggage.

I was in a daze just now, and when I woke up, I yawned a few times in a row, and when I went to pull my suitcase, I found that the zipper had been pulled open for some time.

I frowned slightly, but I also knew that there were no valuables inside, and Bai Zhou was still urging me, so I didn't go inside to see, and after pulling it up, I followed Baizhou and them out.

It was Liu Ran who came to Chengdu Station to pick us up, I haven't seen her for many days, she is still like that, she is dressed very capably, if you don't introduce her, you can't really see that she is in her thirties.

After leaving the station, we found a small restaurant around, looking at the spicy dishes on the table, I was a little speechless, and said that in such a hot weather, how many meanings do you mean to make such a table?

Although I have long heard that Sichuan people can eat spicy food, it is okay in winter, and will it not cause heat stroke if you eat it like this in summer?

Although there was a fan in the room, I watched Baizhou eat as if he didn't feel it, and I warmed it for him.

But fortunately, there are cold dishes in this small restaurant that meet the tastes of southerners, so I ordered two servings of rubber and one for Liu Ran to eat.

After eating and drinking, we took a taxi, went back to meet Jiang Yuchen first, and then went to Baizhou's hometown together.

Sichuan used to be the land of Bashu, with a long history and a deep cultural heritage, the most famous of which is Sichuan Opera.

Sichuan opera is also one of the eight traditional opera genres, with vivid and flexible character portrayals, which has lasted for thousands of years.

On the GPS map, looking at Sichuan, I saw that the area is mainly mountainous, followed by hills, and the tourism industry is also very developed.

Looking back at Dali from here, it echoes in the stratus mountains and mountains, and the two places are also like two fulcrums between the mountains, supporting the great rivers and mountains of this southwest place.

We walked along a highway and slowly passed into the mountains and forests in front, and when the earthly scenery outside the car window faded, we could see Qingcheng Mountain in the distance across the hills.

Sitting in the car, we walked along this road for three hours before finally arriving at the place that Baizhou said.

It's a bunch of houses, but it's not usually inhabited, because most people see it as their hometown, because in the city, they all have families.

It will only come back once during the Chinese New Year, and the whole village will be lively and lively together. When there is usually nothing to do, there are only more than a dozen families here, and most of them are elderly, because they are tired of the luxury outside, so they choose to live in such a clean place.

When we rushed to the village, we met some children on the road, each holding a large bowl in their hands, Baizhou came up to ask what was going on, and one of the older children explained, "There has been a rat plague in the village recently, and the elders have invited a fire man from Qingcheng Mountain, saying that he will change his face and can solve the rat plague!" ”

"A plague of rats?" Baizhou frowned, "Where are everyone?" ”

"Are you all waiting by the hanging dragon well at the entrance of the village? That Huo Dao man has a big shelf, and said that he must not come over until the future, isn't this time almost up now, and we are preparing a tribute to send it over? ”

Baizhou nodded, let the kid lead the way, and beckoned us to come along.

Dragging our suitcases, we followed the children all the way to the Hanging Dragon Well, which he had just mentioned.

It was a small stone well, and next to this well, there was a bluestone case, on which a few wrists were placed.

At a distance of about three meters around this case, a thin blanket was spread, and there were rusty water ripples on it.

Bypassing these, and then looking forward, there is a village in front, there is a gatehouse three or four zhang high at the entrance of the village, and the flat mercury on the door is carved with a pattern that symbolizes auspiciousness.

And outside the gatehouse, there is a stone stele, and the stele is engraved with four words on the half barrel, saying: Qishan House.

The bottom half of the barrel is filled with dense ancient texts, and at the bottom of these words is a strange face.

As I looked around, four elders slowly came out of the crowd, and it seemed that they were past their age.

After listening to Baizhou's explanation to us, I learned that these four are currently in charge of the clan, and there were originally five of them, but because the elder did not show up all year round, he existed in name only.

The crowd dispersed, and the four elders came over, and behind them was a group of young men, each holding an iron drill more than a meter long, and when they walked to the offering table, they immediately separated, and carried a drill in different directions on the left and right of the offering table, and then the people retreated.

After these people retreated, several more people came over, all wearing national costumes and carrying bowls of water in their hands.

When I looked at them, I saw that there seemed to be something in the bowl, and with the continuous ripples of water, the shape was ethereal, making it difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality.

Maybe it's the pattern on the bottom of the bowl, but I don't feel like it's textured, it's like it's going to disappear at any moment.

When the men came to the offering table, the elders reached out and flicked a few drops of water into the bowl, and after sprinkling them on the offering table, they turned back and threw them on the iron drills around them, but as soon as the drops of water fell on the iron bowls, a strange smoke came out of them.