It's a long mountain road, and I should have made a long story short, but along the way, the fat man still didn't give up knocking on the side of the various sides.

The ghost man was not guarded at all. It soon became clear to me that he was not defenseless against us, but because he simply didn't think we would make it out alive.

The fat man asked several important questions at that time, the first of which was about the lynx. The fat man first asked him, "Are these lynxes bred for food?" ”

The ghost man replied "yes". He used to be a spy and learned a lot of ways to domesticate animals, and because there were few hunters in this mountain, there were many lynxes.

He raised these lynxes. Now there are a lot of them. Lynx is very intelligent and human. He used the method of the spy at that time to teach, and after exploration. Found a way to domesticate the lynx.

Lynx is very strong and very fast. Tree climbing, swimming is very good. He used these lynx to harm a lot, including many hunters who came here.

The second question is about the pan horse. The fat man asked him about the horse, but he only laughed and said that he was probably dead.

When we first entered the village, Panma had already informed him. But what happened after that, he didn't know.

I knew he was hiding something, but I didn't dare to continue asking, and I didn't say anything after that. Less than a cup of tea, we came to an overgrown area where we could see a lot of equipment and tent wreckage in the mud.

At first glance, it looks like a camp that has been abandoned for a long time. This is the outpost of the ghost people, who entered the ancient building back then.

We rested inside for a while, and the ghost man led us into a rudimentary shack leaning against the edge of the rock.

The fence was completely rotten, and it was only because of some vines on it that it did not collapse. We bent down and entered, and immediately saw several dried corpses inside, completely entangled in vines. There is a layer of mud that resembles dry mud.

"These people were all dead when they were dragged out. People who are soaked to death by strong alkali can't rot even when they die. It's all dry. ”

As he spoke, the ghost man reached inside. I fumbled around a few dried corpses and pulled a piece off of them.

It's really a break. Because the thing seemed to be a scale, already growing with the corpse. After breaking it off, the ghost man shook it, and the scabbed mud on the thing fell off, revealing its original appearance.

It's a cloth bag.

"This guy is a very powerful tomb robber just like you, but the years are not good. This cloth bag has been like a treasure since his death, and there are many tools in it. Maybe you can use it. ”

The ghost man said. With that, he reached into the mud in front of the corpse, dug a few times, and when he lifted it, the lid that had been woven and covered with mud was lifted up, and a hole leaked out. "This is it."

I went down and touched it, and found that the wall of this cave was made of slate, and I knew in my heart that I couldn't go wrong.

"This hole is the same as the one I walked on, only much smaller."

"Some of the holes are for walking, some of the caves are for walking other things," the ghost man said. "When you go in, you're bound to see a lot of Milota, and I don't know the mechanism of it.

But. There's a trick – you have to find a very special shadow, and this Milota is different from the others. In front of this shadow, one can use this. ”

He pulled out a kettle from his bosom: "It's fire oil." You pour the oil on the ground in front of this Milotha, and the direction of the oil will tell you where to go. ”

"How is it different?" I asked.

"I don't know, this one is different every time. But I can assure you that when you see this Milotha, you will immediately feel something strange. It's weird. ”

After saying that, the ghost man patted me, "You guys do it yourself, don't come out alive." ”

The ghost man left immediately after saying that. Leaving us in the shack felt inexplicable.

"He didn't give me the gun back." The fat man said depressedly. "Fat man, I finally got it, I'll rely on it. There are already feelings. ”

"He's going to give you a gun, what will you do?"

"I immediately broke his leg and roasted and ate all the lynxes."

"That's right. You think people are stupid. "But he also had a good conscience, and he took the weapon away and gave us something." ”

As he spoke, the fat man opened the cloth bag that the ghost man had given me, and spread out all the contents on the ground to see what was there.

The few corpses on the side make people look chilling, and I don't think it's particularly polite to look at their relics next to these corpses.

But when I saw what was in it, I was also drawn to it - I didn't recognize a lot of what was poured out of it. The fat man's face was also half puzzled, half excited.

I asked him how he was, and he picked out an arm-long iron needle from the thing and threw it to me. I picked it up and looked at it carefully, the whole long needle was painted black, I don't know how to deal with it, and there was no trace of paint peeling at all.

Under the flashlight, the long needle has a non-metallic texture, but judging by its weight, it must be a metallic object.

The needle is very sharp, and there are some patterns that increase friction in the middle of the needle, and if you look closely, you can see that there are six ancient seal characters on one side of the needle.

It's a small tool used by pickpockets in ancient times to pry open some of the most delicate jewelry boxes – an iron needle is inserted into the seam and then pried open with force. These jewelry boxes are generally made of tin, which is very difficult to break.

It can also be used to break brick walls that are not particularly strong. It was forged with the same technique used to forge a sword, and in the center of the needle there was a slightly curved core made of copper, which was very hard.

I've bought a few before, but there are very few people who know the goods, and it's too difficult to shoot, so I played with it myself.

These corpses had these things on them, and it seemed that they were the gadgets they were used to.

These corpses must have dominated one side in the early years, but they died tragically for no apparent reason, and they have been lying here for decades, which makes me feel a little sad about the last of Liangshan.

Dying for someone else's wish reminded me of Pan Zi, and I felt uncomfortable in my heart, feeling that it was really a mistake to call him, and I don't know how they are now.

Guilt is a very bad emotion. I actually understand that a lot of emotions are not generated for the sake of others.

Do I really care about Panzi's safety? Maybe I just don't want to feel guilty. If Panzi had come with his own purpose (whether it was to make money or to realize some of his ideas), would I be so worried?

I don't think so, "everybody is ready for their own end from the start", that's my mentality.

In a way, I'm already a complete grave robber at heart, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

The bodies were dry and cracked, making it difficult to detect the cause of death.

The Ghost Man said before that many of the deaths here are so bizarre that it is impossible to speculate on the cause of death one by one, and if you stop because you see the corpses, you don't need to go in.

The fat man divided everything, many things I didn't know how to use, they were all small bits and pieces, and there were some fire folds - I had a good impression of this thing.

There are also some button-like things made of animal armor, worn with wire, and the ghost man said that these things are useful, and I dare not believe it, so I let the fat man put them away, and in case we hang up, these things can still be blessed by future generations.

There were a few other things in the bits and pieces that I particularly cared about, which were a few strange trinkets made from squashed coins.

I just thought it was fun when I saw it before, but this time I saw a few of them differently. I found that this aluminum-platinum trinket was wrapped in something, and when I opened it, I found that it was a pill, and when I smelled it, it was gunpowder.

This is a homemade flare that, after the gunpowder is burned, ignites the aluminium and platinum, which produces a very bright light, although it is very short, but it can illuminate a large area in a short time.

These are good things, my heart says. I put it all away, put my gun on my back, and urged the fat man into the stone tunnel. (To be continued)