Han Qingxin pondered for a moment, looked at Zhu Beichen's back as he walked away, bit his lip lightly, put down the gun he was holding, and thousands of feelings came to his heart.

If the wandering soul, Zhu Beichen landed on the bluestone road and walked aimlessly, and the walkway of Heishui River Miao Village was like a quiet cemetery, with twists and turns and silence.

Just after midnight on December 28, 2005, six hours before the coffins carrying Zhu Beichen and Sanqian appeared, a fire broke out on the other side of Wushan, and a blazing heat wave crossed Wushan Mountain, which stood in front of the Heishui River, and washed the air of Miao Village.

The red flames are full of blue, and the light makes the dark night as bright as day, and the sleeping Miao people have woken up one after another, looking at the inexplicable mountain fire in front of their own bamboo building in horror. The flames are like beasts in the middle of the night, constantly changing their postures, devouring everything in the mountains. The Black Miao people at the foot of the mountain watched all this happen in horror, and they didn't know what to do. On this night, many people stayed up all night.

Six hours later, the wildfire stopped. The grass and trees on Wushan Mountain are verdant, and the morning birds wander in the forest. This sudden fire shows that nothing burned at all!

A group of clan witch guards walked past Zhu Beichen, seemingly not paying too much attention to the foreigners walking in the dark night. Zhu Beichen recalled a lot in his mind why the mountain fire disappeared in just a few hours, coming violently and in a hurry; Why did the mad girl say that there were two bullets missing from the gun in total, and where was the other one; Why is what the three thousand experienced the opposite of their own; Why is there a coffin in the square one second, and there is no trace of it the next?

The bamboo bed used in Miao Village is made of a row of bamboos close together, with straw mats on top and a layer of mattress when it is cold in winter.

Zhu Beichen was lying on the bamboo bed, and the cold air of the bamboo below penetrated through the layers of straw mats and penetrated into his back.

His heart is as cold as ice, with a normal human body temperature and a vigorous and powerful heartbeat. He tossed and turned and couldn't calm down, and after two hours, Zhu Beichen finally closed his eyes.

This is the largest deep-water freshwater lake in China, belonging to the Nanpan River system, located between Chengjiang, Jiangchuan and Huaning counties in Yuxi City, Yunnan Province. The lake is dissolved by faults in a north-south direction, shaped like an inverted gourd, with an average depth of 95 meters and a maximum depth of 160 meters, with excellent water quality.

The newborn sun slowly climbed the horizon, and the dark red light hit the clear water of the lake.

In the shady ancient woods, a dark shadow hesitantly walked out, slowly approaching the edge of the lake. He was Zhu Beichen, he didn't understand why he was here, and he felt that he should be here.

The scenery of the lake is beautiful, and the mountains and rivers along the lake are beautiful. The Jianshan in the west rises from the ground, like a jade shoot, majestic and handsome. The lake is wide in the north, narrow and shallow in the south, and slender in the middle. The water of the lake is blue-green, the phosphorus content of the lake is high, and the transparency can reach up to five meters.

Where is this, in Zhu Beichen's eyes, this place is extremely unfamiliar, and he has an unforgettable memory.

On the shore of the lake, a tall stone plaque, almost dissolving into the background, stands silently, telling of the quiet desolation of the lake in the morning.

The stele is engraved with several large characters in traditional Chinese characters: Yunding Dachi Luojia.

Zhu Beichen thought about it repeatedly, the name of this boundary lake was too remote, and he didn't have the slightest impression.

Around the shore of the lake a large number of ground springs who gush out, pleasant scenery with psychedelic colors. The distant mountains and rivers are scattered, and the islands are scattered, deep and strange.

On the west shore of the lake is a small secluded village, looming behind the mist of the hourly hour.

Zhu Beichen continued to walk along the shore of the lake, the fog in front of him became heavier and heavier, and the white fog gradually became thicker, like a thick ink landscape, the fog carried damp moisture, and the air was clean and refreshing.

Not far from the front of the stone tablet to stand again, a line of big characters on the book, the handwriting vicissitudes of life are simple, the long years of the big pond are exhausted.

Unlike the first stele, the font on it, the unique glyph symbol, is another golden text.

He stroked the stone carving, closed his eyes and pondered, this was the only way to read the golden inscription, and his mind was like a mess. In fact, he doesn't understand anything, and Jin Wen is still an obscure and difficult existence.

What is written on this stone tablet, what does it represent?

The nearby lake is still there, and after many generations of endless years, it lies calmly in the fault between the mountains.

The upper is poor, the blue falls, the lower ones, the yellow springs.

The ancient and barbaric voice protruded in Zhu Beichen's ears, and this voice was repeated countless times, like hovering mosquitoes circling around the periphery, fluttering their wings and buzzing around the beams.

Zhu Beichen linked the whole sentence again, it is: the upper poor and the lower Yellow Spring.

The voice cut the whole sentence into a single word, as if it couldn't say a whole sentence, but it invisibly added to the atmosphere of fear and horror.

He recalled the source of the poem, which was taken from Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred" in the Tang Dynasty: "Emptying and controlling the qi is like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth." The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone. Suddenly, I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the ethereal space. ”

Biluo, Yellow Spring, heaven, earth. What kind of existence does it mean to refer to? Or, as the meaning of the word explains, go to heaven and earth, never leave or abandon?

Zhu Beichen suddenly had goosebumps, and when he looked at it again, the stele protruded.

Like a gust of wind blowing, a puff of dust rises on the surface of the decaying stone stele, and the sand and gravel are gone with the wind, and the weathered stone stele quickly disintegrates from the outside to the inside, falls apart, and turns into a cloud of dust.

It appeared strangely, calmly disappearing into the world before the sun completely exposed the horizon, as if it had never appeared. As if it could not accept the warmth of the morning sun, it had an inexplicable fear of the day.

The remaining dust was scattered on Zhu Beichen's shoes, and was blown into the lake water by the wind, fading into the surrounding mud.

He no longer stopped, and continued to explore the distant landscape, the area of the lake was too large, the shore of the lake was long and winding, and the future was in a thick fog. He walked cautiously on the shore of the lake, keeping a certain distance from the surface of the lake, and it was easy to lose the direction of the wind in the dense fog and easily fall into the lake.

The sun on the far shore was still crawling with difficulty, and as half an hour passed, the light became more and more dim. Is the fog around the pond getting thicker? Zhu Beichen began to feel puzzled.

The soles of his feet accidentally stepped into a spring of earth, which was hot and smoking. These are all hot springs, and the white mist that sweeps the sky almost covers the shores of the lake. He didn't know that these were underground hot springs with temperature, until the heat of the spring water literally soaked the skin.