When you reach the bottom of the valley, you will walk along the direction indicated by Yin Zhengguo for a while, and you will arrive at the ancestral grave of the Yan family that Yin Zhengguo said. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 But when they saw that there was only a small ancestral grave in the woods at the bottom of the valley, Ah Shen suddenly stood still, "What is this?" ”

"This is the ancestral tomb of the Yan family." Yin Zhengguo pointed to the bulging little earth Qiu and said with a smile, "This is it." I once heard my brother say that the Yan family is different from other families, and implements a joint burial system, that is, all the ashes are buried together in one grave. So on the surface, it looks like this is a small Tuqiu, but in fact, there are generations of people from the Yan family buried underneath. ”

Poker Face and Lao Jiang calmly looked at the snow-covered mound, and both of them folded their hands and bowed to it three times.

"You're going to bow down?"

Lao Jiang seemed to believe Yin Zhengguo's words, "Since the Yan family has such a custom, it is not surprising, after all, urns have been buried for generations, and a grave is certainly enough." After saying that, he looked at Ah Shen and shrugged his shoulders.

Ah Shen's face was a little unbearable, after all, he just said that there was a black snake den below, how dangerous it was. But now, there is nothing but the white snow that looks up and is pressed by the black. Could it be that the ashes can still attack people? Ah Shen said, "It's really dangerous down here!" ”

Lao Jiang pouted, "I think it's safe." After saying that, his eyes turned to Poker Face, trying to seek his support. But Poker Face just looked around calmly, "Do you think it's too quiet here since just now?" ”

"Indeed, when I was on the mountain just now, I could still hear the occasional sound of snow falling and animals running."

Poker Face nodded, "But here, there's really no sound, it's too quiet." ”

"Maybe it's dark." Lao Jiang said, Lao Jiang turned on the flashlight and shone around, the silence was too unusual, under the snow cover, such silence made people feel that time seemed to stand still at this moment, and only they were still active between heaven and earth.

"It's dark, it's dark." Ah Shen sat on a tree stump, "This place is unlucky, I don't know what will happen later!" After Ah Shen said this, he was suddenly stunned, and these words came out of his mouth smoothly, and he felt that he had said these words before. He suddenly looked up at the sky, and in the pale blue night sky, the stars flickered coldly. From his vantage point, it was obscured by the tops of the white trees, and he could only see the night sky overhead. He thought for a moment, and the feeling of déjà vu intensified, so strong that it almost erupted from his chest, but just as he was about to catch it, he heard the voice of a poker face on the side, "What's that?" ”

Lao Jiang and the others forgot the purpose of this trip for a short time, and Ah Shen's words drove everyone's emotions, and the more quiet the situation, the more panicked they became. Poker Face looked at the small mound not far away, and when he looked up slightly, he saw that the small lamp, which looked particularly ethereal in the windless and snowy night, and would ignore the past if he was not careful. A question from Poker Face pulled everyone's thoughts back. Lao Jiang followed the poker face to look over, the moment the heat from his mouth condensed in front of him, through the white gas, he also saw a small fire in the distance.

"It's people? ......" Lao Jiang guessed hesitantly.

"Who would come to this barren mountain at this time?" Ah Shen disdainfully refuted Lao Jiang's words. As soon as the words came out, almost at the same time as Lao Jiang, he thought of the only possibility, he suddenly withdrew his gaze, and the moment he touched Lao Jiang, he and Lao Jiang blurted out at the same time, "Wang Qi!" ”

"Wang Qi, is that the son of my eldest brother?" Before Yin Zhengguo's words fell, the three of Lao Jiang Poker Face Ah Shen had already rushed out in the direction of the firelight, the speed was so fast that Yin Zhengguo was caught off guard, he was stunned in place, and his eyes fell on the lonely small grave again, the snow in the dark showed a blue and white strange light, he was all over, and hurriedly chased the three people in front.

Poker Face ran in front, stepping on the snow lightly through the dense jungle, but Ah Shen and Lao Jiang, who fell behind him, were not as easy as Poker Face, Lao Jiang's endurance was not good, and he couldn't run anymore after running a few steps, so he could only stop and hold on to the trunk and pant for breath. Ah Shen, who passed by him, kept laughing at him, and Lao Jiang was angry and ran forward again. Their steps drove the falling snow from the surrounding grass to fall, and in addition to their panting, Lao Jiang's ears were the sound of whirring wind and falling snow. The shadows of the dense trees shook in front of him, and he ran so fast that he could barely see the poker face in front of him.

"Ah Shen!" Lao Jiang suddenly shouted, and then heard someone next to him yelling at him, "What the hell is the ghost called." ”

He suddenly sobered up, it turned out that in a hurry, he actually called out the name of the poker face, but fortunately, Ah Shen was running next to him, so he would not arouse his suspicion. "Stop...... Stop...... Stop" Lao Jiang stood still panting, waved his hand at Ah Shen on the side, his throat was dry and unbearable, "I can't run." ”

"I can't run, the poker face is gone, if we don't hurry up, we really won't be able to catch up with him later." Ah Shen also gasped and said.

At this time, Yin Zhengguo, who was following them, ran behind them and asked, "Why are you two and my eldest nephew?" ”

"Who is your eldest nephew, see clearly." Ah Shen pointed to his nose and said.

"Didn't you just say that Wang Qi is here, what about people?" After speaking, Yin Zhengguo looked around.

It's okay not to look at it, but I almost jumped up when I saw it, "There are no people in this barren mountain and wilderness, except for a few of us." "The dense jungle, the cold around them has eroded in, and only the three of them can feel each other's temperature where they are.

"Where's the poker face?" Lao Jiang looked around, quiet, and there was no trace of the poker face.

Poker face was running in the snow, except for a little warm light in front of him, and the dark night was all around. He ran in a hurry, didn't catch a breath, and coughed violently with a breath in his chest, and the cold air went straight into his body. He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand.

Coughing red, he managed to stabilize, and looked up ahead, and the light seemed to have been swallowed up, leaving only endless darkness and the cold snow in the darkness.

Poker Face looked around, the whole mountain, as if there was no one else but him. What about Lao Jiang? Poker Face let out a breath of hot air in the palm of his hand, and suddenly the heat condensed into thin crushed ice, which was in the palm of his hand.

He took a somewhat heavy step, and he had been running in a hurry just now, and now his feet were sunk in the snow, and the frozen ground was a little stiff. He had barely walked a few steps when he saw something dark and gloomy on the snow in front of him, and he couldn't really see it from a distance.

When I got closer, I realized that it was a huge wooden box, and I couldn't tell what it was. He was amazed, how could there be such a big wooden box in this deep mountain and old forest. On second thought, there are few people in the depths of this forest, and I have heard that in such a deep mountain, a supply station is often set up in a fixed place to supply people who enter the forest. Thinking so, the poker face still looked at it thousands. The light of the flashlight shone on the wooden box, and I saw that the wooden box was more than a meter high, and the poker face stood next to him, the edge of the wooden box was level with his shoulders. He walked around the wooden box and found that it was just an ordinary huge wooden box, boxy without a single pattern, and the workmanship was neat and without any flaws. In the light, he looked at the natural wooden texture on the wooden box, couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and then habitually put his finger to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. It's good not to smell it, but when he smelled it, he immediately frowned deeply.

The smell on this wooden box is very familiar to him. He was familiar because the smell was a reagent he had been exposed to a lot—formalin.

He began to grope around the outer surface of the box. If the poker face guessed correctly, such a large wooden box can't be opened even if three or five people are used without a mechanism. He fumbled for a while, and finally a button about a centimeter in diameter appeared on the corner of the lid. He pressed it gently. (To be continued.) )