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It's been more than two years since this happened, and in the past two years, I have been haunted by that nightmarish sight all the time, lingering, flashing through my mind as soon as I close my eyes, and my nerves are on the verge of breakdown.

What I didn't expect was that a whimsical event would change my life and everything around me. Here's the thing......

My name is Zhao Huanshu, and by my side, there is a group of friends who are as young and full of vitality as me, everyone met through the Internet, and because they have many common hobbies, the relationship soon became close.

One of our common passions is traveling, which is a different kind of activity from ordinary travel, where all participants carry all the necessary items to survive in the wilderness, and get off the beaten track to challenge themselves mentally and physically. We enjoyed it and successfully organized several small events.

Under these circumstances, I had the whimsical idea to organize a large-scale, more difficult than ever event – a crossing of the Nu River Gorge in Yunnan. The idea was unanimously endorsed by friends. After more than half a year of preparation, we set off.

We plan to take a flight from Beijing to Kunming, and then take a bus from Kunming to Bingzhongluo, from which we will hike and climb Gaoligong Mountain to reach Dulong River. However, in Kunming to Bingzhong Luotu, some people suggested that because of the abundant time, they should first divert to Lijiang and then carry out this hiking activity after visiting the ancient city.

This suggestion was rightly adopted, and it was it that pushed us to the brink. When we arrived in Lijiang, it was getting late, and we finished our dinner in the ancient city with small bridges and flowing waters, and wandered around the ancient city. The four girls were attracted by the colorful national costumes and silver ornaments sold in the ancient city, and butterflies wore flowers in and out of the small shops, but Po was different from them, she only stopped in front of the small shops where some strange ethnic goods or totemic objects were placed, and it was a long time to see, we had to stop many times to wait for her, and just the last time we waited for her, she rushed out of a small shop in ecstasy, shaking a roll of yellowed paper products in her hand, ran to us and said: "Look, look, good stuff!"

I glanced at the roll of paper in her hand and said, "What's that?" Take your beautiful, seventeenth-century pirate treasure map? But I remember that the toys were usually painted on sheepskin. ”

Po gave me a blank look. To the red beside me, he said, "This is a volume of Dongba script, which records in detail the living conditions of the Naxi people a long time ago and other things. The fellow sold it very expensive, but I told him that I could understand it, and he actually gave it to me. Ha ha. ”

I asked, surprised; "How can you read Dongba characters?" Po's boyfriend Ma Li said: "Her father is a folklore scholar, and he specializes in Dongba culture. We walked and chatted, and soon returned to the accommodation, for the next day's activities, everyone rested early, and there was nothing to say for the night.

The next day, we took a car for almost a day and arrived at the starting point of our crossing, Bingzhongluo. It was getting late, and we were excited to rush into the forest, despite the persuasion of the locals, and started our official crossing along what the locals call the caravan trail. After just over two hours of walking, it was completely dark and we had to camp in an open field. I dug a toilet fifty meters downwind from the camp with the bastards, and the others had already set up the camp, and we lit a bonfire in the center of the camp, and after eating, everyone sat around the campfire and chatted. Chatting and chatting, someone suggested telling ghost stories, so everyone searched their stomachs and told all kinds of terrible things they had heard in the past, which scared the faces of several girls.

I suddenly noticed that Po and Ben, who were sitting next to the Phantom, were not listening to us, and were looking intently at her Dongba text, so I said, "Po, don't look at it, tell us ghost stories together." When they heard us talking, she said, "I happened to see something about the gods of the Naxi tribe, can I translate it to you?" ”

Everyone agreed, and she began to tell: "The ancient Naxi people worshipped something called the Shining, which is said to be able to transform into various forms, but no matter what it transforms into, its tongue cannot be changed, and its tongue is like a letter with a poisonous tongue. Whenever The Shining appears, there are calamities and mysterious things happening. However, it also has a certain amount of spells, so according to legend, Naxi wizards sometimes ask the Shining Spirit to do so. However, there must be two wizards to do it together, because once the Shining is on its own, it will not leave, and the other wizard must perform the exorcism spell. ”

After saying that, Po looked down at her paper roll again. We all looked at each other, and after a moment, a burst of laughter broke out, and the mountain fly said, "Miss, what are you talking about?" It's not scary at all. We're telling ghost stories. "It's just that," the others chimed in. Po raised his head: "Isn't it scary?" Well, I'll give you a terrible one. After saying that, he turned the scroll of paper to the back and said, "This is also a record of how to summon the Shining, do you want to try it?" ”

How can we, young people, who have always been atheists, be intimidated by such nonsense? They all said, "Then let's try it," and Po said, "Okay, then you can sit down." After speaking, he read it seriously. She read all the Dongba language, and we didn't understand it at all, and at first we thought these weird scales were funny, but after a while, we were caught by the rhythm in them, and with Bao's serious appearance, there was an invisible weird atmosphere that permeated among us. The less timid Lin Zi spoke: "Bao, don't read it, right?" However, as if she hadn't heard, Po continued to pop out of her mouth with those strange notes.

At this moment, Po's eyes suddenly widened, and a hideous expression appeared on his face, and he pounced on the phantom beside her, so frightened that the phantom screamed, and several of us men stood up at once. At this time, Po "Gege" got up from the phantom with a smile and sat upright, and said, "Scared, right?" See how dare you let me tell ghost stories? We let out a sigh of relief and sat down again, but the frightened phantom was still pale, and scolded Bao Bao and Bao badly.