As soon as I looked at each other, my scalp exploded, and my whole body trembled.

I saw that the man was hiding behind the trunk of the tree, revealing only half of his face, and did not move. Buried in the darkness below the head, like a model doll.

I said in my heart, who is this, standing there and not talking, is it to scare my father to death?

I patted my chest to calm down. The distance was too far to see the man's facial features clearly, so I turned on the flashlight and shouted, "It's a human or a ghost, squeak!" ”

The man still didn't speak. I thought in my heart that it couldn't be the flying snake that killed a thousand knives, right? I don't know how long he stood there, if it was a flying snake, it would have pounced on me and bit my neck. So I picked up a stone and threw it at it, and it hit the man's body, and he didn't even dodge, but still stood stunned.

I sensed something was wrong, and there must be something wrong with that. He simply lowered himself and burrowed into the surrounding grass, and after a long time, he groped along a hidden path.

When I came to the man, I couldn't help but gasp.

People are dead—I had somewhat expected that, so I wasn't very surprised. What surprised me was the man's death.

I saw the dead man clinging to a thick banyan tree, his feet dangling in the air, and there was a huge hand on the corpse!

I was stunned by what I saw, and I was stunned for a long time before I came back to my senses. The "hand" seemed to look like the claws of some kind of bird, and the sharp white nails pierced the corpse's abdomen, nailing him to the banyan tree.

The hand had been severed from the wrist, and the bones of the hand were exposed, and the surface looked as dry as burnt charcoal. The skin is covered with thin green scales, and when you touch it with your hands, the scales fall down with a clatter.

I felt sick and hurriedly wiped my hands on my clothes, thinking that it would be better not to get a skin disease.

I went to see the corpse again, and it was a woman, because it was attached to the tree, and only half of her face could be seen. The female corpse was not dressed like the ancients, her clothes were made of nylon, she had short shoulder-length hair, and she wore light makeup on her face.

I thought to myself, who is this man? Are they in the same group as the girl? If not, how long has she been dead here? More importantly, what is the "hand" that killed her?

The female corpse was tied to a cowboy waist bag, and the zipper was just blocked by the trunk of the banyan tree, and it was bulging inside. I tugged and tried to pull my waist bag over, but as soon as I exerted my strength, I only heard a "bang", and the "giant hand" that held the female corpse was actually broken like powder.

The corpse was crooked and fell to the ground, and I reflexively picked it up with my hand, and the female corpse actually fell into my arms.

I suddenly felt that the corpse was still soft, and the bare arms were actually smooth to the touch. I thought to myself, it can't be, right? Even if this corpse has only been dead for a day, the corpse should have undergone some strange changes, unless...... She just died?

I lay the female corpse flat on the ground. Although the female corpse had her eyes open, her expression was very calm, and she looked similar in age to me, and her appearance was quite pretty. I folded my hands and silently recited "Amitabha", then reached out and slowly opened the waist pouch on the corpse's waist.

The bag was messy, with a rope, batteries, a saber, and a survival post. I thought the whistle was a good thing, so I put it in my bag.

In addition, there is a map in the bag, I spread it out and looked at it, and I saw that this map is very similar to the one I saw from the girl's phone. But the difference is that this map is more detailed. On the map, you can even clearly see the vertical and horizontal lines of each street inside the ancient city of Xuanyuan.

On the left side of the map, there are several dark lines representing mountains and rivers, and a red circle specially drawn with a pen is hooked somewhere.

I took a closer look, and I found that there were three words written on it, "Wolong Valley".

I don't know what that means, but it reminds me of the moment when I entered the "Turi Gate" and looked down from the mountainside where the altar was located. I remember that in the midst of the smoke, I did see that there was indeed a huge rift valley to the west of the ancient city of Xuanyuan. Is that the "Wolong Valley"?

I have no way of verifying.

Putting away the map, I flipped through my backpack again and saw a note that said: Wait for me in the same place, if you don't see me in two days, return immediately, no need to worry. Li Dongxue.

I don't know what it represents. Then, there was nothing decent to be found in the bag.

I sat on the ground on the side, looking at the female corpse, with mixed feelings. This woman died in such a wilderness, and I don't know what happened to her. Does her family now know that she is dead? At the age of flowers, it's really pitiful to end up like this. Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and closed the eyes of the female corpse, and bowed to the corpse with "Amitabha".

Only then did he get up and plan to continue on his way.

As soon as I picked up my marching bag, I felt the soles of my feet slip. I looked down and saw that I had stepped on something. I raised my foot and looked, only to see that on the side of the "giant hand" that looked like cinders scattered on the ground, a few sharp nails were actually intact.

Pick it up and look at it, the nail is the size of a dagger, shaped like a wolf's tooth, warm to the touch, and like jade. If you're lucky enough to leave here, it's a good idea to keep it as a souvenir. So I picked up two and put them in my backpack.

The darker it gets, and in order to avoid long nights, I have to find a place to climb as soon as possible to go to a higher place.

After tossing and turning for a long time, I still didn't see any trace of anyone else, and my inner worry was even worse.

I walked forward with my head down, all the way in the direction of the wind, and after about three or four kilometers, the ground beneath my feet began to slowly become wet. After crossing a small river, I suddenly noticed that the trees were gradually thinning, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

From a distance, at the end of this primeval forest, there is actually a wetland!

After a few quick steps, the woodland on both sides immediately withdrew like a barrier. I saw a huge deep valley appear in the hazy moonlight, and the valley was flanked by towering cliffs. The cliffs are steep and steep. The cliff wall is like thousands of large books stacked on top of each other, reaching into the sky in the mist.

The valley floor is a shallow, weed-covered wetland that winds its way between the banks like a cyan python.

Isn't that exactly what it is......

For a moment, I thought of the sight of overlooking the ancient city of Xuanyuan from the mountainside; I thought of the Hessian canyon next to the ancient city; I thought of the map on the female corpse again......

Now I finally know where I've been turned after passing through the swirling stone door.

"Wolong Valley", if you guessed correctly, is the name of this deep valley.

I didn't care if it would attract anything, so I took out the small whistle on the female corpse and blew it hard. The cacophony echoed through the valley, splashing wave after wave of echoes.

I thought to myself that this place was open, and if the few people who were with me were nearby, they would surely hear my whistle. So I blew again, and the birds, disturbed, flapped their wings and flew up from the wetland, but I saw nothing else.

I was a little discouraged, and thought to myself, was I the only one who was turned here by the stone gate, and everyone else was 108,000 miles away from me? If that's the case, wouldn't that be the death sentence for me? With such a high cliff and such a deep canyon, how many years will I have to walk to get out!

I started to feel helpless and even a little broken. I wonder if everyone else is as isolated as I am at the moment. Or maybe they've already found each other and are now heading towards their destination, and I'm the only one left in the world?

At this moment, I know that there are not many options left in this situation. Waiting in place is definitely the next step. I said in my heart that it doesn't matter, anyway, it must be right to go with the water!

So I grabbed my marching bag, raised my feet and prepared to hit the road. At this time, I suddenly saw something coming out of the muddy grass, and I looked down and saw a few small flower snakes in the cracks of the stones.

After so many things, my mind has already been honed to the point of numbness, and I don't feel afraid at all when I see this situation. The snakes didn't pounce on me, they just circled around my feet and crawled away.

I don't say a word, I just go all the way.

The ground became more and more wet, and not long after stepping into the wetland, my feet slowly submerged in the shallow water. There was silence all around, the moonlight shining through the mist on the valley floor, and from time to time you could see the shimmering of the water in the distance.

Walking quickly with my head down, I vaguely heard a rustling sound coming from the back of my head.

Is it the wind? But it didn't sound like it, the sound was very regular, and it obviously sounded clearer than the wind.

Then, there was the sound of "bang-la-la-la" water. I said that it was wrong, and immediately looked back, and I was so frightened that I immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and the hairs on my body stood on end.

I saw the female corpse just now, standing not far behind me......