"You just don't believe me, I said it, there will be fog today, and the fog will not disperse for three days in a row."

Han Qingxin took out a compass from the pocket of his jacket.

"I don't want to waste time, the compass, the simple tent, these equipment for survival in the wild have been prepared by Nissan in advance yesterday."

Before Zhu Beichen could react, Han Qingxin beckoned Nissan out of the courtyard gate.

"Don't tell me, we're going to ride this for the next few days." He looked at the three black-haired donkeys tethered to the door, and the body of the donkey exuded a strong body odor of this species, which disgusted him.

"You have to go through the rainforest area, the environment inside is more complicated, you need to bring these equipment, the manpower does not move, you can run after the donkey if you are not happy."

The woman's face was cloudy and sunny like June, Han Qingxin was not used to his truthfulness, she had always been very careful in doing things, and had considered possible accidents in advance.

Three Yunnan donkeys carrying heavy luggage and equipment are getting farther and farther away from the ancient town.

The water of the Nu River pours into the Jiuqu River, because of the complex trend of the river channel, through the tropical rainforest area, around the rainforest periphery of the mountain road twists and turns, so it is named Jiuqu River, along the source of the river, you can go around the mountains and walk through this rainforest.

After the rainforest area, it entered another water system, which the locals called the Heishui River, which is also the settlement of the most mysterious black seedlings among the Gu seedlings. And the old man that Lao Xu said lived there, if she was still alive now.

The smell of the Yunnan donkey always stimulated Zhu Beichen, so clean that he experienced bumps along the way, and he was unwilling to hold on to the donkey, annoyed with the woman on the other Yunnan donkey not far away. Nissan was communicating with her in Hmong, a native of southern Yunnan who was familiar with the area.

What Zhu Beichen has always wanted to ask is why he didn't see anyone else in Nissan's house in the ancient town except him. But he couldn't communicate with Nissan.

The white mist in the Jiuqu River under the light gradually rose, and the mist formed by the rising and condensing of the water mist slowly overflowed, spreading along the river course through which the Jiuqu River flowed. The white mist floated like a light veil, gradually shrouded in the two disks of the river, and the distant mountains, forests, grasses and rocks were faintly submerged in the boundless mist.

The ancient town in the rear has disappeared, and they have left for about 10 miles.

"I said it earlier. There will be heavy fog today, which will last for three days, and in this kind of weather, you can't see the road less than three meters ahead, and how can you go down. ”

The figures of the two people not far away were also floating in the clouds, as unreal as a dream.

"It's not supposed to be foggy at this time."

Han Qingxin exchanged opinions with Nissan in a low voice, still in Miao language.

This is not supposed to be foggy. The same words but a different word, what is hidden behind this fog, for the inexplicable weather changes, Zhu Beichen's heart always has a shadow, just like the snow scene that should exist in the headquarters, faintly thinking about it will always be afraid.

The campsite is very close to the Jiuqu River, the ground is covered with potholes and stones, and the air surrounded by mist is very humid, and the bodies of the three of them remain slimy.

Along the way, the three of them kept walking along the riverside, so as not to get lost in the fog. He took the kettle from the donkey's body and planned to go to the nearby Jiuqu River to get some water.

"Don't touch the river, all this mist seeps out of the Jiuqu River, and the water there is not drinkable now." Han Qingxin's face was very grim, and he had been communicating with Nissan along the way, and Nissan, who had lived in this place all the year round, obviously knew better. Han Qingxin is the core of the three at this time.

She untied a cowhide bag full of water from the donkey she was riding and threw it towards Zhu Beichen. She is very delicate, accustomed to arranging things very thoughtfully, and has been fully prepared in all aspects.

Nissan gathered dead branches, and the fire slowly lit on the ground.

Han Qingxin set up a small pot on the fire, the overflowing aroma of rice mixed with the layers of mist, and quickly used the dagger in his hand to pick up the can.

Nissan's performance was a little cramped, and the Jiuqu River had often had heavy fog over the years, but it was the first time he had encountered such a dense fog in the sky.

Nissan's expression seemed to be infecting Zhu Beichen, sniffing the aroma of rice blankly, without any appetite, he took out the second volume of the Yin Fu Sutra from his luggage and read it carefully.

Three Yunnan donkeys were tied to the boulder on the side, and three pairs of donkey eyes looked at each other.

The sky gradually darkened, and the wilderness after night was extremely quiet, and the mist that lingered in the dark night was more likely to disturb the human mind.

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Light of unknown origin hit the Jiuqu River, and the shimmer of light refracted through the river water was reflected outside the tent through the fog.

The ripples of the water rippled, and the projections on the tent swayed.

There was an even sound of breathing in the two tents, and the fog seemed to carry some kind of sleeping factor, and in the quiet environment, the two people in the tent fell into a deep sleep. From time to time, wisps of heat rise from the extinguished fire.

The light on the tent became weaker and weaker, and the flashing figure, the hidden light was instantly projected outside the tent, and the sudden change caused Zhu Beichen in the tent to palpitate. Nestled in his sleeping bag, he sat up instantly.

"Han Qingxin, is that you?" The only thing that reverberated in the tent was his own question, and there was no response.

"Nissan, aren't you out there?" His voice was very low, for fear of disturbing the objects outside the tent, and then he remembered that maybe Nissan could not understand Chinese, but again, there was no response.

He had a vague premonition that things were going on a bad side again.

On the other side of the tent, a humanoid silhouette slowly approached. And Zhu Beichen was facing away from that side, still thinking about the shadow that had passed by quickly outside the tent before.

Human beings are fearful of the unknown and sensitive at the same time.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Outside the tent behind him, there was a thought of being spied on. He was hesitant to turn back.

In a flash of thought, he jerked his posture around and turned his head to look behind him.

Lang, Lang. There was a crisp sound in the tent, and an iron kettle poured on the ground inside the tent, the lid of which was loose, and the water in the kettle poured into the bedding and gurgled into the stones on the ground.

The projection on the tent was a humanoid face, much larger than a normal person's face, with hair messy in the wind, and a shadow line blown away in the tent. It was the people outside the tent who looked their heads tightly into the tent, so that the projection of the human face would be many times larger.

His palms were stuffed with beads of sweat, and the tips of his tongue were knotted in astonishment, and he was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound.

The water from the mouth of the pot kept spilling wet the clothes in the tent, and the moisture seeped into Zhu Beichen's palm supporting the ground, and he remained awake under the coolness.

In such an environment, confusion is often fatal.

He reached for the scimitar next to his pillow with his right hand.

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