The landlord was very efficient, after all, it was hard to refuse the price we offered. As soon as the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info arrived at noon, the guide was found, and it was a senior local hunter. Oddly, we could understand what this man was saying, and according to him, he had agreed to be our guide because he had been approached by someone not long ago and asked him to take him into the mountains.

As soon as I heard this, I said to myself, Master, could it be them? Hurriedly asked him: "How many people did they have?" ”

The man was curious to ask me this question, but replied, "Just one person." ”

"Only one?"

My heart said, how can there be only one person? Isn't that man a Master? Or is Master in trouble on the road?

As soon as Han Qiye heard that someone had already entered, he said that he couldn't delay any longer, and he had to enter the mountain immediately. We packed our things and followed the guide to Guiwangling at noon that day.

The guide's face was very strange, and he was very curious why we, the outsiders, were in a hurry to enter the Ghost King Ridge? He said that if it wasn't for the high price we offered, he said he wouldn't go in again.

Guiwangling is located in the hinterland of the deep mountains, and there are all kinds of snakes, insects and poisonous ants in the mountains. The mountains inside the ridge are full of dangers, and even the hunters who have lived here for generations have only been limited to the periphery. We followed the trail and followed the guide's route into the mountain, gradually going deeper and deeper.

At the beginning, the group was still talking and laughing, and the monk also learned to hum a few mountain songs with the guide. But after walking for less than an hour, the freshness we had just walked up the mountain was gone. Several people consciously lined up, their heads bowed, and no one wanted to speak again.

And according to the guide who led the way in front, he entered the mountain a few days ago and also took this road. It's not yet the rainy season, and the mountains are relatively safe. After a while, as soon as the rainy season arrives, the entire Guanziling will be sealed. If you are unlucky, if you encounter a flash flood again, it will be almost a life of death.

The monk said, Lao Tzu is looking forward to the rain, and if he goes on, he has to dry out.

I said in my heart that I have been here for a few days, and I have never seen a drop of rain, and it is not a poisonous day, and this rainy season should be early. At this time, I didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, only Han Qiye kept urging us to speed up in front. But today, we couldn't get to the vicinity of the Prince Corridor anyway, and after the group climbed several hills in a row, it was already approaching dusk.

As the sun went west, the air in the mountains was much cooler, and a cool breeze blew in the dam. The guide was not ready to go forward at this time, and the hill we walked to was the area where he usually hunted. Further on, the situation in the mountains was no longer familiar to him.

The group was exhausted, and that master was the worst of us. Along the way, he was almost always helped up. However, my situation is not much better, and the water I brought before has been drunk. In this kind of ghost place, the consumption of physical energy and water is completely beyond your expectations.

The monk was also tired enough, and as soon as the team stopped, he sat on the ground, took off his shirt, and sat in the shade of a tree gasping for breath.

The other two guys of the seventh master couldn't bear it either. Along the way, most of the equipment was carried up the mountain by the two of them.

"Seventh Master, we've been walking for most of the day. Isn't it time to take a break? This place is too hot, and if you go any further, the brothers won't be able to bear it. ”

The monk echoed on the side: "Yes, Seventh Master." It was dark. I can't go this time anyway. Besides, a few of us with rough skin and thick flesh are not tight, you look at the master, you are almost out of breath. Before I arrived at another place, I would make another fuss. That's a joke for your peers, isn't it? ”

The master was already so tired that his face turned pale, and he was even more angry when he was ridiculed by the monk like this.

Han Qiye glanced at us, saw us all sitting on the ground, and scolded with hatred: "Look at you one by one, usually one blows harder than the other, why is this one cowardly?" After walking a long way, I began to cry for my father and mother. How? Do you want to rebel? ”

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to, tell you, if this money is so easy to make, how can it be your turn? All give Lao Tzu spiritual points. ”

A few people saw that the seventh master was furious, and they all closed their mouths very knowingly.

At this time, the master whispered a few words in Han Qiye's ear. The seventh master, who was originally angry, suddenly changed his face and asked him in a low voice: "Are you sure you read it right?" ”

The master whispered: "You still don't believe my words? Time is running out, Seventh Master, you have to come up with an idea. ”

The master wanted to say something more, but Han Qiye waved his hand, signaling that he knew what he wanted.

I was inexplicably listening to it, and I was about to ask a question, when I suddenly heard someone next to me snoring. When I turned my head to look, I realized that after just a while, the monk was actually asleep against the tree.

I was hesitating to wake him up, but the monk was asleep when he suddenly slapped me in the neck. All of a sudden, he woke up, and then I saw a pool of blood on his neck.

The monk muttered and scolded: "Damn, dare to drink Lao Tzu's blood." ”

After the sun sets, all kinds of poisonous insects hidden under the turf during the day start to move again. Han Qiye didn't know why, he temporarily changed his mind and decided to rest nearby for one night.

The master chose a relatively flat place nearby and set up a tent. The two men went to the neighborhood to get water, and the monk and I stayed in the camp to make a fire and cook. Originally, I thought that the Seventh Master would not let us make a fire, for fear of revealing the location. But the monk was on fire, and the seventh master did not object. And the guide was not idle, and while we were cooking, he hunted a few game in the neighborhood.

This meal was sweet, a few people roasted game, blowing the cool breeze in the mountains, and drank a few sips of local special green wine, they were almost drunk in the mountains, and all kinds of unhappiness during the day were swept away.

The monk drank some wine and went back early to rest. I helped him into the tent and saw him fall asleep, and I said that this guy really has a big heart. As for the arrangement of the vigil at night, Han Qiye took care of me unexpectedly and did not arrange for me to keep vigil.

I don't know what this kind of green sake is made of, and it has great stamina. As soon as I got into the tent, the wine came up. My brain was groggy, but I couldn't sleep.

I don't know how long later, I suddenly heard the night watchman outside talking, listening to the voice, like that master.

"Seventh Master, it's not a way for you to let those two people follow all the time, anyway, our goal has been achieved, it's better to..."

Before he finished speaking, I heard the voice of the seventh master.

"This matter can't be rushed, I have my own arrangements. And maybe we don't have to do it. ”