"Tick, tick" was the sound of water, and Zhuo Xiong felt something dripping on his face, and when he opened his eyes, there was a faint light. The light was dim, and he had to rub his eyes hard to get used to the darkness as quickly as possible. To this day, he still doesn't understand how he fell, and the force makes his scalp hurt.

"Brother Wen Bin?" Zhuo Xiong tried to shout twice, but the echo was long, which showed that there was not a small space here. When I looked up, it was pitch black, had I been asleep for a long time?

His hands were the best eyes in the dark, and he groped wildly, the ground seemed to be uneven, and he could hear the "click" of his body cracking his bones with a slight movement. He felt fur and bones on the ground, long and short, pointed and round. At the same time, Zhuo Xiong felt that his clothes were sweating profusely, not hot, not hot here. The sweat was like tap water, and after a while he began to feel that his lips were dry, and there were already signs of dehydration.

Along the darkness, Zhuo Xiong staggered to the stone wall and walked along the feeling, and after walking out, he felt that his legs were weak and his mouth was dry, and the whole person was about to go to the ground and go soft.

A pair of hands held his arm in time, and pulled it back hard, and the man also had a heavy gasping sound.

Zhuo Xiong asked with some difficulty: "Brother Wen Bin?" ”

"Shhhh

Zhuo Xiong was dragged to a cold stone to lean on, and gradually, his sweat began to stop overflowing, and the open pores instantly began to pour into the cold breath, making him feel pimples all over his body.

Cha Wenbin gasped and said: "There are many pits here, and those small pits are full of dried corpses, human and animal corpses. Only the big one in the middle is safe for the time being, and those small potholes will be severely dehydrated if you walk in, or it won't be long before you become an air-dried corpse. ”

Zhuo Xiong told Cha Wenbin how he came to the process, especially the crow that led the way, when he learned that Hetu assassinated the crow, Cha Wenbin said with a little relief: "Tianzheng Dao is a successor." ”

"Can we get out? It obviously fell from the pothole, why can't you see the top? ”

"The hole is crooked, all light is obscured, and you can be heard shortly after it falls." Cha Wenbin took out the fire fold and blew it lightly twice, and finally there was a little light: "This place is a bit similar to Qi Feng Mountain." ”

"Well, I think too."

Cha Wenbin touched the stone behind him, a cold instantly entered the palm of his hand, there were some wavy stripes on the stone, he couldn't tell whether it was natural or artificial, he smiled bitterly: "Although I also grew up here, I don't know anything about this place." ”

"Brother Wen Bin?"

"Huh?"

Zhuo Xiong thought for a while and said, "Don't you think that we have experienced too much in this place in the past few years? ”

Indeed, a few of them have traveled south and north to the north and south, from the bustling city to the remote countryside, from the ancient ruins to the primeval forest, but there are not as many strange things in any place as there are now in this small corner of northwest Zhejiang.

Zhuo Xiong asked again, "Do you know this place?" ”

Cha Wenbin shook his head and said, "I don't understand." "It's true that he doesn't understand, and everyone who lives here doesn't. Unlike every place that has legends that belong to that place, no one in our country can even describe what it was like a hundred years ago, only the unknown things that are occasionally discovered. The original fame here has long since disappeared, and the more popular theory is that it originated from the peasant movement at the end of the Qing Dynasty, but can the Taiping army really kill everyone?

Cha Wenbin is not a historian, and Zhuo Xiong is not, take He Lao, who used to specialize in historical research, that is, Chaozi's father, for example, he was also full of interest in this place, but after reading countless materials, it was a blank after all.

Many years ago, we unearthed a huge copper seed here, which was discovered by my grandfather's generation when he was building a dam. In the end, this bronze bell was not able to approach the museum due to the times, but was thrown into the furnace of socialism during the Great Steelmaking Movement, and became a valuable raw material to support the construction of New China.

In the early eighties, some villagers found a pair of stone carvings when digging winter bamboo shoots in the mountains, which was the size of a cow. The stone carving is a pair of very abstract dragons, and my father has also seen them, and he said that they use the best granite as raw materials, but this kind of stone is not produced in the northwest of Zhejiang itself. Later, the pair was sold to a Taiwanese businessman at a low price, because no one cared about the value of two broken stones.

This village, with a total population of no more than a thousand, once had seven ruined temples or temples, no less than seven ruined temples, but now these buildings have long since become the dust of history, and perhaps in the pigsty of one family there are still bricks removed from one of the temples.

Throughout this 100-year limited history, we, the younger generations, have heard the most about the myths and ghosts that continue to appear in this land: the ancestors of which family once encountered ghosts on the night road, which family had a girl who hung herself from the tree at the door, and which family of men had been hooked into the mountains and never came out again. Which one has drunk pesticides, which one has thrown into a well, and which one has caught a fire? In short, the reason for these things will have something to do with dirty things, my grandfather is an old party member, but he also believes it, because he himself has encountered unexplained things more than once.

After a long time, the village has formed a habit, and basically every household will close the door to sleep at about 8 o'clock in the evening, and there are very few people walking at night. If you look closely, you will find that all the houses here will lean against the gate with a broom, and if any of them forget to put it at night, they will cry and cry with children, and those with dogs will bark until dawn. This habit seems to be conventional, and people living in Liangjiagou and Hongcun are accustomed to it, and no one has ever asked why.

In short, the frequency of dirty things here is so high, and I have seen more dirty things than any other place, but no one has ever thought of leaving this beautiful land on their own initiative. The people here have been happy for a hundred years, with abundant crops and good weather.

"There is one biggest difference between this and Qifeng Mountain." Cha Wenbin said: "There is no one in your hometown, but here, and there are many people. ”

"Has anyone been here?" Zhuo Xiong pointed around and explained, "I mean here. ”

"I heard that there were troops who came and said that they were mining mines, do you believe that there are mines here?" Cha Wenbin asked rhetorically.

Zhuo Xiong has been in the army, and the address exploration unit is indeed tasked with prospecting for the country, but there are few traces of this force in the coastal area.

"I'm not sure if there's a mine here, but I'm sure they're not here to find a mine."

"Why?" Cha Wenbin felt that the doubts in his heart began to appear in a direction, and this direction was the same mining force thirty years ago, because they were the only living people who had ever been here.

As a soldier, Zhuo Xiong is very familiar with this deployment: "The era you mentioned was the era when our country was isolated, and minerals were important strategic materials as basic production raw materials, and it was too close to Taiwan, so most of our mining troops were active in inland areas. ”

"Organization ......" Cha Wenbin and Zhuo Xiong thought of the word almost at the same time, that organization, the organization that had put them in the situation they are in today! The only ones who can mobilize their troops are the state, and drilling around under the guise of mining can only say one thing: they are looking for something! It was that organization that did this work, and Cha Wenbin and they couldn't be more familiar with it.

Cha Wenbin looked at the fact that there was no trace of large-scale man-made destruction here and said: "It seems that they failed thirty years ago. ”

"What could you be looking for? Nearly a company of troops is required. ”

Cha Wenbin shook his head and said: "I don't know, just like the original face of this place, no one knows, a place with a story must have a tèbié history." This generation of murder is the place I have seen the most, my master was originally from Jiangbei, and most of the reason why he came to this remote place is also because the trouble here is too powerful, he once told me that there are several times more ghosts than people in Liangjiagou, at that time I thought he was drunk and scared me. Now that I think about the nest in Eighteen Bends, it makes sense that he didn't let me go, I'm afraid we've poked a big basket. ”

"How big can it be?"

Cha Wenbin pointed his finger at his head and said, "The sky is so big......"