Chapter Twenty-Five: The Stone of the Town

The bald man's words were beyond my expectations, because I had heard him explain so much before, combined with the story that the fortune teller told me about Tassi, the stone of the town here should have been used to suppress that strange tomb. But how did the bald head become a town stone to suppress Tassi?

After the bald head said that, the whole person fell into a sluggish state, and seeing that he didn't speak again, Lin Xihui continued softly, "I also think that Zhenfangshi is not to suppress the ancient tomb, but to suppress the Taxi Village here." According to the perspective of the current sun projection, the Zhenfang Stone is directly east of Taxi Village, and in ancient times, the east was the direction of life, so the Zhenfang Stone was placed due east to prevent evil qi from going out from here. Just like after King Gesar killed the Demon King, he also placed the Zhenfang Stone in the east of the Demon Capital. It's all the same. From this point of view, I think this Tassi is not ordinary, maybe the people living in Tassi are not people at all! ”

Lin Xihui said the back, his tone became smaller and smaller, as if he was beginning to doubt what he said. Indeed, what would it be if the village of Tsassie was not inhabited by people?

My atheistic views have been subverted again and again since last night, and I can't imagine what would have been in the seemingly small village of Tassie if it wasn't inhabited by people.

For a while, no one spoke, even the bald head who was giggling along the way was now silent, and he didn't know what he was thinking at this time, the other few people were the same as usual, Lin Xihui and Team Zhang looked thoughtful, and the old cat still leaned next to the metasequoia and closed his eyes to recuperate, and there was no other expression at all.

We stopped here for about half an hour to rest, and the old cat stretched to his feet and motioned for us to walk in the direction of the village of Tassie. The old cat reminded us to take a short knife and a pistol for self-defense, so as not to encounter an emergency in Tassie.

The road to Tassi is a winding path, the path is undulating and winding, sometimes down and sometimes upward, it is a steep slope of the hill with a large tree, and the sunlight shines on the ground through the gaps between the branches. What's more, it didn't seem like we were far from Tassie, maybe ten minutes away, but we've been walking on this winding path for almost forty minutes now, and we still haven't reached Tassie.

"The road was also so strange that we had walked to Tassie at least three times in about forty minutes, based on the distance we had previously seen. But why hasn't it arrived yet? And Tassie didn't seem to get any closer to me. I panted as I tossed the monocular to the old cat and motioned for him to look around.

We were surrounded by metasequoias, and there was only one way to Tassi, and there were no forks or detours along the way, so there was no such thing as getting lost.

The old cat took out a short knife, made a simple mark on a metasequoia next to him, and then signaled us to continue walking, the old cat was not too troublesome, but every time he walked through a tree, he quickly made a simple mark on the tree, of course a few of us were not idle, after seeing the old cat make a mark, several other people walked to the front, and made a simple mark in front of the metasequoia.

We walked for about 20 minutes while carving the mark, and just as I was about to mark again, I was surprised to find that the lesson tree had already been marked! That is, we went around in circles and back!

I hurriedly told the others the news, and when the bald head heard it, he suddenly became anxious and said to himself, Did we encounter a ghost hitting the wall?

Lin Xihui shook his head, saying that "ghosts hitting the wall" can be explained by science, and it is not a strange event. In a word, it is the mental association and a specific mindset that will make people have this kind of 'ghost hitting the wall' idea. To put it more simply, the essence of biological motion is circular motion. If there is no goal, the instinctive movement of any living being is a circle. There is a famous circumferential experiment. It is to blindfold a mallard duck and throw it into the sky, and it will start flying, but if it is an open sky, you will find that the trajectory of its flight must be a circle. This experiment has also been done in people, you blindfold yourself and walk in what you call a 'straight line', and in the end you will find that even if you try to walk in a straight line, the trajectory you are walking will be a circle. The reason for this circular behavior is that after your eyes are blindfolded, the automatic correction function of your eyes and brain is not there, or the correction signal provided to you is false and very confusing, and you feel that you are walking in a straight line, but in fact you are walking according to instinct, and it must be a circle when you come out.

The so-called ghosts hitting the wall and the like are just rumors. It's just a trick used by charlatans to fool the people. What we're experiencing now isn't a "ghost hitting the wall" at all.

There is only one way here, and according to common sense, there is basically no possibility of getting lost. But the reality is that we are lost on this road. But if you think about it, if the road is a ring that is meant to trap people heading to Tassi, then it's not hard to see why we get lost.

When I had finished my statement, the old cat told us to wait where we were, and he himself set out from the front and walked up according to the marks on the metasequoia. His purpose may have been to verify what I said that we are now in a "ring".

Only five minutes later, I heard the bald head scolding, "", an incredible scene appeared, the old cat who left in front of us came back from in front of us