After that, we still inevitably had a lot of discussions around the culvert, until the night was getting darker, and after Heizi, Zhang Wei and Zhang Yao took the initiative to take on the work of keeping vigil, the others got into the tent and fell asleep.

I closed my eyes, my arms bent behind my head, and let my thoughts wander wildly, and before I knew it, a strange feeling came up with an unstoppable force, forcing my brain to run the way it wanted.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, did he appear in the butterfly's dream, or did the butterfly run into my dream?

The human mind is a strange thing, and I have been doing this for more than half a year, and I have had two or three nightmares, all of which are spontaneous dreams in my mind when death is coming or when I think it is coming. And often when I wake up, I can't tell whether the real memory is a dream or a reality. In other words, what I think is the dream is the real reality, and what I think is the reality of the moment is the dream that I produce in the dream.

If we say that our life from crying in the womb to toddler to the bumpy old age death is nothing more than an illusion, a long dream of another self.

If we say that the world, all living beings, busy and tired life, is just a collective nightmare of a group of people.

I felt like I couldn't continue to think, my head buzzed like it was about to explode, and the sporadic sounds of insects and birds in the silence of the jungle around me suddenly amplified indefinitely, and the sound entered my ears, beating my eardrums without stopping, as if vowing to break them.

I'm tired, I'm tired. I was no longer powerless to resist, not to fall asleep, but to pass out in a coma.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth in the morning, everyone woke up as if they had made an appointment, and ate breakfast with the dew and fire. Only I, in Xiu'er's panicked and urgent screams, woke up and crawled to them as if I was rubbing my head in pain.

Pang Qinghe glanced at me and asked gently, "Have a nightmare?" ”

I looked at her face, sometimes familiar, sometimes unfamiliar, and nodded numbly. After breakfast, the sun slowly rose, and everyone packed their bags and set off again. I stood up. Turning his head to look behind him, his pupils were fleeting with a one-way disc that merged with the air and had no end to the depths.

Datou and Kuroko led the team in front, using the compass to indicate the direction, and then cooperating with the map in their hands to determine the location of everyone at the moment.

When the results appeared, the big head and the sunspot suddenly stopped in unison, stared at the map in disbelief, and then turned to look at us and said, "It seems that we are almost there?" ”

He used a skeptical tone, of course. When we hear that, we feel the same way.

The smoker asked, "How is that possible?" We've only been gone for a short time. ”

"But that's what the map shows, as long as you go about five kilometers or so, you will find the Dragon Stream." The big head said and pointed to the right front.

Zhang Wei stretched out his hand to take the map, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "When did we cross that mountain?" ”

Taro said, "How long have we lost our memories?" Does anyone know how many days we've been in the mountains? ”

Xiu'er was puzzled, "How many days?" Didn't you just enter the mountain yesterday morning? ”

Pang Qinghe shook his head: "Look at the scum of these men." We went into the mountains for more than one day! ”

There was a confused look on everyone's face, and in the end, it was Kuroko who said, "No matter how much, try to enter the country of Ukraine as soon as possible, get what you want, and then leave this strange place everywhere." ”

We didn't know that at the time. The local elders call the mountain area under our feet a ghost mountain, which means that there is no entry or exit, and the meaning of avoiding it.

It wasn't long after the conversation that there was only knee-high weeds in front of us, and there was no more road. The big head reminded everyone to tie up their trouser legs to prevent poisonous insects and the like from getting in, this trick was learned from the old ghost in Shennongjia.

However, compared to Shennongjia, the height of the trees in this mountain forest is much worse, of course, this is a good thing for us, at least we can see the sun, and we don't have to worry too much about the road under our feet.

After about two hours of hard progress, my calves were hurt by weeds, and I was afraid that I would not want to go again as soon as I stopped, and the fat man walked next to me, and the situation was slightly better, but the sweat on his body was really scary, as if he had just been fished out of the river.

Just when the panting Xiu'er and Pang Qinghe opened their mouths and prepared to rest on the spot, the sunspot smokers in front of them took the initiative to stop, gasping for breath, and said in unison, "It's foggy?" ”

Don't say you don't know, but be shocked when you say it. When I heard this, I hurriedly looked up, and I don't know when it started to fog, but the huge sun in the sky was rising high, and the soft sun was very warm on us, so why was there a fog that was stubbornly born against the scorching sun.

The monkey reminded, "Isn't there any danger again?" ”

When it comes to danger, the first thing I look at is Xiu'er's backpack, one of the heads of the nine-headed spirit snake is exposed, its small eyes are half open and half closed, and it doesn't make any sound lazily, since these spiritual creatures have not protested, there should be no danger.

Taro stretched out his hand and waved it, then put his palm in front of his nose and sniffed it, saying, "There is no smell, and it is not surprising that trees in dense forests breathe more water vapor, and fogging occurs even on sunny days." What's more, there is already a lot of rain in the Bashu area, I don't know when the last time it rained in this forest, there may be more groundwater, and some of these fogs evaporate and rise because of the sun. ”

Since Taro swore so much, we didn't want to say anything more, so we had to bury our heads and move on while pulling weeds. However, this time he was not able to go far, and he heard the fat man ask in shock, "Taro, is that also a natural phenomenon?" ”

"Huh?" Hearing the sound, the taro raised his head and looked in the direction of the fat man's finger, only glanced at it, and then said in shock: "Absolutely. Definitely not. ”

No way! Not far away, I saw a large white mist that was only two or three meters higher than us, and it was as soft as cotton with a tendency to gradually increase, and I immediately wanted to curse the street.

The big head looked at the scene in a daze, speechless for a while, and when he reacted, the white fog had almost completely blocked the sun, although from our perspective we could barely see the existence of the sun, but I thought, it won't be long before we will be shrouded in the white fog.

"What should I do?" Still unmoved, the smoker calmly lit a cigarette and asked, "Do you want to keep going?" ”

The big head glanced at the map and said, "Follow the instructions on the map, go forward for a while, and you can see the Dragon Stream." Taro, this white mist should be fine. (To be continued......)