When the morning sun rose, I had already walked into the mountains behind the village with a woodcutter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I didn't want to stay in my room all the time, I wanted to go out for a walk but I didn't want to see any acquaintances to deal with anything, so I just went up the mountain to help get some firewood for the family.

Looking at the rolling mountains and the white clouds in the sky, my mood suddenly improved. The scenery of early autumn is still beautiful, and the haze that has been in place for many days seems to have been swept away.

I hummed a little song unconsciously, but I still felt funny when I thought of my mother's entrustment when I was about to go out, and my parents who had lived in the countryside all their lives were really feudal and superstitious.

Because my mother told me that Liu Fugui didn't know what was wrong since he came back from the mountain half a month ago, as if he had lost his soul.

I don't know everyone anymore, and I laugh silly all day long. When I saw people, I laughed and said I don't want to hurt you, and then I started crying.

The villagers and neighbors all said that Liu Fugui must have collided with something like an immortal family on the mountain, otherwise how could a good person be stupid?

Because my mother saw that I was also in a bad mood during this time, she didn't tell me about Liu Fugui. I said it today when I saw that I was going to the mountains to chop firewood.

When I went out, I told my mother that I would go to see Liu Fugui when I came back in the evening, after all, we grew up with playmates, although I had less contact since I went to college, and I didn't have so many common languages.

I didn't see each other a few times when I came back from vacation, because Liu Fugui was already the father of two babies. When we meet again, there really isn't much in common to talk about.

Maybe I had been stuffy in my room for too long, so when I came to the mountain, I was so comfortable and full of strength that I buried my head and began to chop firewood.

Looking at the bundles of firewood, my heart is filled with a sense of accomplishment. It turns out that he is not useless, and he still has a good strength to work.

When he was a child, he helped the family do farm work, so his body was exceptionally strong, and his height of 1.85 meters has always been taller and more powerful than children and classmates of the same age.

At noon, I ate the dry food brought by my mother, drank a few sips of mountain spring water, and found a leeward place to secretly smoke a cigarette, and then continued to chop wood.

When I came to a valley to get more wood, and then went home, I found a cave in front of the valley, and at first I thought it was some kind of beast's cave or a cave made by the mountain people to shelter from the rain.

However, when I got closer, I found that there was a loud sound of water coming from the cave and a special aromatic smell, and I couldn't tell what kind of flowers and plants it was.

The entrance to the cave was obscured by some thorns, but you could still tell that the cave was so deep that you couldn't see the end from the outside.

With curiosity, I split the thorns with a hatchet and walked down the cave.

When I started to walk in for more than ten meters and didn't have the momentum, I felt a little abnormal. When I looked back, I saw that the sun was still shining through the hole, but it was already weak.

The cave was originally about one man high, but the more you went inside, the wider it became. And the road surface was damp, and when I walked in about 50 meters, there was actually some water on the road.

By this time, the light at the entrance of the cave had completely disappeared, and I turned on the lighter I had brought with me and continued walking.

I got goosebumps all over my body, and the cold wind blew me shivering.

I'm an atheist, I never believe in anything weird, when I was in college, I watched horror movies with my classmates in the same dormitory, and others were so scared that I didn't dare to breathe, but I thought it was okay, laughing when I should laugh, and my eyes were sour when I was moved.

So at this moment, I don't have the slightest worry or fear, but it's very strange how there can be such a deep cave here, and I have never heard of it after living in this village for so many years.

I don't know how long I walked, and how far I came in, but the light of the lighter was no longer enough to illuminate the whole cave. The sound of the water gradually became louder, as if the sound of a waterfall was coming from a distance.

The light from the lighter was so faint that I had to walk along the cave on one side to see if there was anything on the walls.

At first, the top of the cave was bare, and I could see that it was a man-made cave and not a natural formation, which made me even more curious, when did such a large, deep cave come out? What is it used for?

After walking along the cave for a few dozen meters, I found an oil lamp-like device on the top of the mountain, I picked up a piece of wooden stick, and found that there was still a wick, so I lit it with a lighter.

I don't know how many years this oil lamp has existed, what kind of oil it burns, in short, it illuminates a large space at once, and I don't know how much stronger it is than a lighter.

I found a few more oil lamps in front of me, and when I lit them all, I found that the cave was too big, half the size of a football field, and more than ten meters high.

What surprised and surprised me the most were the bones on the ground and the cave paintings.

The bones should not belong to humans, like pigs, horses, cows, sheep, livestock or birds, some are very large, eight or nine meters long, and some are very small, only ten or twenty centimeters long.

Some of the skeletons do not have skulls, and the broken part of the neck is very smooth, which is obviously the work of a sharp blade. Some have no limbs, only a middle part. Looking at the skeletons all over the floor, I suddenly felt a little uneasy, after all, it was a bit scary to have so many skeletons in such an enclosed space.

I diverted my attention from the skeleton on the ground, partly because the murals on the walls caught my attention, and partly because I wanted to divert my attention so that it would not be a little scary to continue.

However, when I looked at that group of murals, I realized that I was wrong, although it was just a simple stone carving, but it was vivid and expressive.

The most important thing is that the description is more terrifying than the skeleton.

The first painting is a good one, showing a man in a strange costume facing a bonfire, holding a drum in one hand and striking on the drum with the other, staring at a number of feather-like things swaying with his beating.

In the second painting, a lot of people are kneeling down and bowing down to a mountain under the leadership of that strange person. Although it is only a simple line, you can see the devotion and faith in the facial expressions of those people.

The third painting is bloody at the beginning. A black horse was tied to four pillars, each leg was fastened, and then the horse's head was headed in the direction of the mountain where the people had just bowed. A young man with an axe walked towards the black horse.

You can see that the horse is neighing and struggling, but the same people seem to be praying for something. The whole painting creates a stark contrast, on the one hand, the pious people with their hands folded, bowing their heads and closing their eyes, praying sincerely, and on the other side, a helpless black horse neighing, about to face the coming of death.

The fourth painting is comparable to what I don't need to describe, so you can guess it. The blood spurted out high and went straight in the direction of the mountain. Yes, the blood was not shed, it was spurted, and it seemed to hear the sound of the blood spurting out. The axe was aimed at the horse's face and slashed down.

Sometimes, death is not terrible, what is terrible is that you know that you are going to die, and you watch the murder weapon enter your body, and watch your blood spurt out of your body. I don't think there's any more cruel way to die.

I seemed to read despair, fear, helplessness, and unwillingness in the eyes of the dark horse.

The fifth picture is of the man, who takes a lot of horse blood in a bowl, and then mixes it with some other liquid and divides it among the people to drink one by one. The most bizarre thing is that he actually smeared a lot of blood on a puppet's mouth.

The puppet was already laughing weirdly, and it looked even more hideous after the mouth was full of blood. But the people were cheering, dancing, and surrounding the dancing flames.

After reading these paintings, I looked at the skeleton on the ground again, and I thought there must be that dark horse in it.

Although I don't understand the specific meaning of the painting, I know that it must be a sacrificial ritual of a certain people. From my study of history, I know that there are many sacrifices, using the blood of animals, and even some cruel peoples will use people to sacrifice.

I think I may have come to a place where a certain people used to live, and this is where they sacrificed, so there is this aspect in the painting.

Sure enough, I saw a lot of murals, some of which depicted similar sacrifices, except that the animals were replaced by bears or even tigers.

Others describe some things in people's lives, such as the use of fire, fear and response to thunder and lightning, etc.

And on the ground, I also found a lot of puppets, some of which were made of wood, but most of them were made of bones, and some of them were made of stone.

Some were humanoid, but they had seven or eight heads and eight or nine hands; Some are animals, but they don't have legs, feet, or fish bodies.

In short, it's something I haven't seen before, and I think it must be many years old, I don't know if it's a thousand years ago or even more so old.

It's just that I don't know why I was able to discover this place, and I've never heard of a cave in it before. If there were, it must have been discovered by someone else a long time ago.

As I looked at the mural and the skeleton, I seemed to hear footsteps, approaching me step by step, and then I jerked my head and glanced around, but I saw nothing, and listened carefully to see nothing but the sound of water.

I followed the direction from which the sound of the water came, and I found a longer, narrower passage.

Standing at the entrance to this passage, the wind was blowing, and the sound of the water was clearer, and I was sure that there must be a waterfall ahead.

I walked in along the entrance without any hesitation, and at that moment I didn't even know why I had gone in so calmly and directly.

Therefore, sometimes it is really the arrangement of fate or the call of fate. Because you never know what your future path will be and what will happen in your future life.

However, all this has already been arranged, and everything is destined to be in the dark.