There is a special tacit understanding between me and Xiaohua, perhaps because the backgrounds are too similar, or because there is an inexplicable bond between the Xie family and the Wu family, so this feeling makes me feel no embarrassment or coldness. On the contrary, I could understand how he was feeling now, so I sat down quietly.

The wind in the sunset has a hint of coolness, this is another world entirely, you can only understand by sitting here, you don't have any way down, and there is no road to other places, all you have is a few rocks around, and on both sides are thousands of aproses, the mist is slowly condensing under your feet, I sit, looking around on this hundred-meter-high lonely peak, similar lonely peaks in the distance one after another, suddenly there is a wonderful illusion, as if I am an immortal, as long as the feet are together, You can fly up from the top of this cliff, step on the sea of clouds, step on the lonely stones on the thousand peaks, and fly to the top of the snowy mountain.

Immediately, I understood those immortal cultivators very well, in that era, they climbed to the top of this mountain rock, saw the scenery in front of them, under the charm of this extreme fairyland, it was indeed possible to cut the only rope and trap themselves on this cliff.

There was nothing to say that night, and only two sets of equipment were ordered in an urgent time, and at the same time, they didn't want us to be too ostentatious, Xiaohua said that it was enough to rely on the two of us for the time being, and we had two days to do the initial search, and wait until the old woman on the other side arrived at the lake in Banai, and prepared everything before we could proceed to the next step.

Mrs. Huo firmly believes that the other half of Zhangjialou is buried deep at the bottom of the lake, and the remains of the ancestors of the Zhang family are buried at the bottom of the building, in order to disguise their identities, these people will cut off their right hands before they are buried, and then seal the coffin with molten iron, the Zhang family is so mysterious, and there is almost no circulation for hundreds of years, where did they come from, and what are they doing in this earthly world? Why do they have to seal their coffins with molten iron when they die? Could it really be that Mrs. Huo said that they are monsters at all, and there will be extremely abnormal and dangerous changes in the corpse after death?

No one knows, hundreds of years ago, what was the reason why Shi Lei built this completely light-protected Zhangjia ancient building for them to store their bones, and how did they reach a certain consensus with the emperor at that time?

I remembered that in that pattern, in the center of the last floor of the ancient building, the lonely huge coffin, that floor should be the location of the earliest ancestor of the Zhang family. In the late 70s of the 20th century, the destination of the first mission of the archaeological team was there, and what would they see there?

If it had been before, I would have been annihilated by a strong curiosity, but now I feel that what is there must be something I don't want to see, and it won't be a good thing.

That night I hung in the claw "nest" of the cliff, with a safety rope tightly fastened to my waist and lay in a sleeping bag, a small gas lamp hung above me, illuminating a fan-shaped bright area, Xiaohua fell asleep early, a few hundred meters below the hanging place can see the fire of several people below, the sound was blown by the cross wind like a ghost, and I couldn't hear clearly. This sleep made me feel dreamy, and I never thought I would be in this situation, however, I didn't struggle long before falling asleep.

It was so calm that I felt terrible myself. Before I went to bed, I suddenly realized that I had really changed. (To be continued)