I saw a little fire on the road down the mountain in the distance, and according to the firelight, I could see the silhouette of a person there. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I thought to myself: it was the black cloak just now, and he walked down the mountain. No wonder it disappeared in the blink of an eye just now, and it turned out to go down.

I thought I could borrow a phone when I saw the village, but there was no electricity and there could be no telephone. But anyway, let's go to the village first, and ask the villagers how to get out.

So I went down the hill as well. I was still a little farther behind me following the man in the black cloak. Try not to make a sound, not to find out to him. Because I always think this person is weird, it's better not to find out to him.

Now the place where I walk is overgrown with weeds, and in some places the grass is almost up to the chest, and I am worried that there are snakes in the grass. What a way to go! How long has it been since anyone walked? I had to walk very hard, and I had to cut through the grass and push away the branches, and I was afraid that I would trip over the stones. But I saw that the man in the distance was still moving forward with an even pace, and he did not feel that the road was difficult to walk in the slightest.

The descent was quite difficult for me, and it took me more than half an hour to get down the hill. Out of the forest is a small river and a wooden bridge not far away, which seems to be the only way into the village.

I saw that the black cloak had crossed the bridge and walked towards the village. I immediately followed. The wooden bridge felt dilapidated, creaking and crunching when you walked up, and it felt like it was going to break at any moment. I thought to myself: really, why don't these villagers repair this bridge, what if the bridge breaks and people fall into the river? I looked at the dark water beneath my feet, and I didn't know how deep the river was.

The bridge is quite wide and long. The width is about the size of a mud truck. According to the pace of ordinary people walking, one step and a half meter is about calculated, I took 43 steps to walk this bridge, which means that this bridge is about 212 meters long.

After crossing the bridge, there was a fire. So I didn't dare get too close to the black cloak. I saw a rectangular stone on the right hand side with a torch stuck next to it. The stone is quite dilapidated, with a lot of small holes in it and a crack in the upper right corner. The light of the torch illuminated the stone, and I saw three words carved on it. These words are strange, I've never seen them before. It's definitely not the current book or official book. When I was in college, I studied both seal script and golden script, and this script is not seal script or golden script. The oracle bone inscription is even less so, although I have not studied the oracle bone inscription, but I have seen it in the book, and it is all pictures. This is obviously not a picture, although it is not as horizontal and vertical as modern Chinese characters, but it looks crooked and orderly, and it is estimated that it is the name of the village.

I thought to myself: What's going on in this village? In Guangzhou, the village is backward without electricity, and the name of the village is still in some characters that I have never seen before. The more I thought about it, the stranger it became.

I saw that the black cloak had already entered the village. I followed slowly, because I just had to ask a villager in the village how to get back to Baiyun SX Gate. That person is too weird, it's better not to keep up with him.

When I walked into the village, I found that there were mud huts all around, very old houses. It was found in the old forest of Moriyama in our village more than ten years ago, but now it is gone. I didn't expect it to be here. The walls of these mud houses are made of thick mud, which makes the interior warm in winter and cool in summer. The doorway was lined with one of the same old, thick wooden doors, and the windows were built high and small, about the size of two 14-inch computer screens combined. And the windows are built taller than the average person's height, presumably to protect privacy. The roof was built with several wooden beams, then covered with straw and tiles.

As I walked, I realized that there was no light in any nearby room except for the fires on both sides of the road. Only then did I remember that it was already one or two o'clock in the evening, and normal people had already gone to sleep. But in order to get out, I had to knock on the door at the risk of being thrown a pillow.

I was wondering which door to knock on. But along the way, the scalp began to tingle. Originally, I thought that only the first few rooms were like this, but the back walked all the way to the past. These mud huts have doors wide open, some of which are already rotting. The light of the fires on the side of the road shone in faintly, and there were only some worn furniture inside, or nothing.

I thought to myself: That's weird! There was fire on the road, but the houses on either side were empty, and it looked like no one had lived in it for a long time.

As I approached the door of one of the rotting mud huts, a cold wind rushed out of it, and my heart trembled. Although I know that this kind of house is warm in winter and cool in summer, it is summer, and although it is cool inside, the temperature difference is too great. I shuddered. Walking to the door is like facing a freezer.

Looking in by the firelight, it was all tattered furniture. I didn't dare to look at it too much, for fear something would come out of it. I hurried forward, and for more than ten minutes I walked in a row, and there were mud huts that had been abandoned for a long time.

I felt that something was getting more and more wrong, and immediately searched for the figure of the black cloak, and it seemed that I had to catch up with him and ask him what the hell was going on to find out what this place was. So I looked around, and saw that the black cloak was still walking in the distance, and I was about to call out to him, when he turned to the right and entered another street.

I hurried over and followed into the alley. At this time, I realized that it was different from the road outside. According to the general road specifications, the outside is considered the main road, and the main road. And turn into the auxiliary road inside, there are three alleys inside, one goes straight, one turns left, and one turns right. I was wondering which alley the black cloak was going into. Suddenly, I noticed that there was a shadow shaking at the right intersection of the alley on the left, a dozen meters away, a bit like a person walking with a torch. "That black cloak should have turned left." I thought to myself.

I hurried into the alley on the left. The alley is much darker than the main road, and there is a torch on each side of the road every ten meters, while in the alley, only a torch is placed at each intersection, but there are more than 20 meters between the intersections.

Both sides of the alley are mud houses like the main road, but the mud houses are relatively close to each other, and there are many old mud houses with one story high built here. I ran straight over, then turned to the right, and saw no one, but at the end of the road there was another shadow swaying under a torch. I'll run over again. In this way, I kept running with the figure, but I never saw the black cloak again, because there were many alleys and intersections, and every time I chased the intersection, I could only see a figure shaking at the next intersection, and I could only continue to chase it. In this way, I chased for almost half an hour without catching up with the black cloak. My heart was half cold.

"What the hell is his boss?" I said to myself, gasping for breath and stopping in front of the doorway of a mud hut. It's in the middle of two intersections, and it's very dark here because only there are torches at the intersection. I was just about to sit down, but I found that the place was a place in front of the mud hut. Built at the entrance to the hall to resemble a dam, it was previously made of wood, but now mostly made of cement. It can also be used to block rainwater from flowing into the house when it rains. I don't know what other places think about the earth. But Guangzhou people are particularly taboo about the ground, from childhood to the old people in the family do not let me sit on the ground, grandma often said that the ground is a place for ghosts to sit, children can not sit. Although I don't believe in ghosts, this is something that happened after I was influenced by the party and the state after I went to school. There were still taboos when I was a child. I have been influenced by this kind of thinking since I was a child, and I have a sense of horror in my heart, coupled with the cold wind blowing from the mud house, looking at the dark room, which makes me feel terrified. I had to leave the door and walk to the side before I dared to sit down.

It's an endless village, and the roads are lit with torches, but there is no sign of inhabitation. And the black cloak was quite eerie, and I had been chasing his shadow since he turned into the alley on the main road, and I couldn't catch up with him for half an hour. In this situation, you will be as scared as you want. I didn't chase anymore, and I couldn't see the shadow at the intersection in front of me. I guess it's gone far. I don't know if it's the shadow of the black cloak.

I didn't want to chase anymore, I just wanted to go back, and I was shocked, where is this? Where did I go? I looked around, and I didn't know where to go. I walked back a little way, and all I saw were alleys and intersections that were misaligned, and now I couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and I didn't know how the road I came from.

"It's miserable, it's miserable! Unexpectedly, after getting lost in Baiyun Mountain, I also got lost when I came to this village. "My mind went blank. I didn't expect a dignified threesome to do bad things, and the military division of the squad couldn't think about anything but fear in this situation.

I walked aimlessly for about half an hour, feeling the same everywhere, walking in the small alleys all the time, and I couldn't find my way out of the main road. When I looked at it from the mountains, the village was very large, with endless houses, and it was difficult to get out if you got lost.

The more I thought about it, the more desperate I became. I sat quietly on the side of the road, and then I remembered my mother, who was usually very fierce and strict with me, and did not allow me to do this or that. I wasn't allowed to smoke, I wasn't allowed to drink, and I was given a curfew every now and then. From childhood to adulthood, if you don't listen to her, you will be scolded for being a bloody dog.

My mom is a strong absolute controller, and within her control, no one is allowed to disobey her, including me. That's how she felt to me growing up. Although she was fierce, she never beat me, and after my father died, she worked very hard, and she basically satisfied me materially. At this time, I thought she was good, but now that I can't find a way out, I'm afraid I'll die here, and I'm afraid I won't be able to repay her. Thinking of this, my eyes were moist, my nose was sour, and my heart tingled.

If I die like this, I really don't have the face to see my dead father. Before he took good care of his wife and let his wife live a happy life, it made her sad again. My son is really useless! Dad is a very gentle man, he probably won't blame me, but I will blame myself.

Just as fear and pessimism were taking over me, I suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the house not far ahead.