The situation was critical, if I didn't jump into the square hole, I would inevitably be bombarded by the black bear monster's explosive bomb and there would be no bones, and I didn't know if there was any danger in it, but I was chased by bullets at the time, and I didn't have time to hesitate at all, and I didn't have time to think about it at all, and suddenly I jumped into the square hole head in front of my feet.

As soon as my body entered the square hole, I felt a biting chill, as if I had entered an ice cellar, and a thick layer of pimples rose in the air. I quickly adjusted my body in the air, twisted and rotated, and let my feet fall downward.

Wow -

My feet stepped into a cold water, and the splash soaked most of my body. Fortunately, the water was still shallow, and it was only below the knees, but below the knees, it was already soaked, and the trouser legs were all attached to the shins, and the skin was painful. I glared around, and all I saw was darkness. I closed my eyes and felt them adjust to the light in the cave before I opened them. Through the light shining through the square hole above my head, I saw a black water in my eyes, which stretched out in circles from under my feet. Where is this? How can there be so much water? Thinking back to the process of running around the mountain, I suddenly realized that I had jumped into the belly of the mountain. Originally, the square hole was only half a meter wide, but I didn't expect it to be so big that it couldn't be seen at a glance.

Suddenly, the light above his head dimmed, and when he looked up, he saw that the huge body of the black bear monster was blocked in the square hole, unable to get in, and shot indiscriminately with a short gun, and the sound of gunfire echoed in the empty belly of the mountain, shaking the cave wall above his head and falling into the mud and sand. The explosive bombs that burrowed into the water blew up several meters high, but the large rocks that hit the roof of the dome blew some large stones down, and the stone chips flew away. Crackling. By the light of the bomb, I noticed a small protruding piece of land in front of the water, and I ran towards it. The gunfire stopped. The aftermath reached deep into the cavern, and the crisp thud gradually changed to a muffled buzzing sound, and then it all disappeared, and the light from the detonator disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings fell into darkness and silence again, except for the sound of my legs dripping. The small protruding piece of land that I saw earlier didn't seem to be far away, and it could be reached in the blink of an eye. But I walked in the dark for about ten minutes and was still soaked in the water, and my body was getting colder and colder, and I felt like an alien had suddenly descended on a cold planet full of water.

Luckily, the land wasn't a mirage that I saw before my eyes. Because I had already hit it headfirst, and with the palm of my hand, I found that it was a mountain cliff, and I didn't know how high it was in the dark. How big. After walking for a while, he found a neat stone staircase stretching upward, so he climbed up the stone stairs, and said in his heart, "It is better to climb up first than to freeze to death by immersing himself in this ice water."

When I groped my way to the top of the stone steps, I saw a pile of firelight in front of me swaying to illuminate the cave. Two men sat at the fire and talked. Both men were dressed in strange costumes with colored silk handkerchiefs wrapped around their heads. With bells hanging on his ears, his face is painted with fancy bells and whistles, and he is wearing a crepe skirt, the color of the skirt is also red, yellow, green, black and white, and I don't know what era it is.

When I saw the firelight, I felt even more cold, so I strode towards the bonfire, and when I got closer, I saw that the two men, though they were dressed in colorful and strange clothes, were both men, and I was about to ask what place this was. One of the bells and whistles stood up with a look of astonishment, and muttered a string of words in his mouth. I saw that his expression changed from frightened to angry, his lips opened and his teeth opened, his mouth opened and closed, and he was clearly speaking. When I was about to ask him, I saw the man pull out an ancient sword glowing with golden light from a wooden scabbard at his side. Because I have been engaged in the study of ancient paintings for a long time, I recognize that the ancient sword in his hand is a bronze sword cast by the ancient Ba people, with a slender sword body, protruding edges and corners in the middle, and the surname of the sword owner engraved on the hilt, and the whole sword is golden, belonging to the willow leaf sword type.

When I saw that the man was strangely looking, and that he was holding such an ancient sword, and that his voice was strangely incomprehensible, and that his face was full of anger, and that he seemed to be very dissatisfied with my coming, and that he did not know what kind of place it was, and that the language spoken by the people here was completely incomprehensible, so he had an apology on his face, saying that he had lost his way in the mountains, and had accidentally broken into a cave, and was now drenched all over, and wanted to use their fire to dry his clothes.

The man seemed to understand me, so he put down his sword and beckoned me to pass. When I had walked to the place where I had walked a few steps, the man saw my face, and his eyes lit up, and he muttered a few words to the other man sitting beside me, put away the willow leaf sword, and motioned for me to sit down in front of the fire.

I sat down in front of the fire with vigilance, and saw that the fuel used for the fire was also very strange, it was wrapped in some black mud wrapped in dry wood, which seemed to be coal but not coal, and was full of holes, and blue flames and red sprouts appeared in the eyes of each hole, as if there were bellows to help the fire.

After a while, the clothes and pants in front of him were all dry, but the back was cold, and he turned around to roast his back, and when he was half dry, his stomach rumbled again, and he couldn't get enough of it, but because of the language barrier, it was difficult for them to beg for food.

The two sat and grunted for a while, pulling out a few roasted sweet potatoes from the pile and eating them with relish.

I smelled the sweet roasted sweet potato, swallowed my saliva, and finally couldn't help but ask someone nearby for it.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't look at me, so he took out four or five of them from the fire with a stick, and still put the stick under my leg and snorted at me.

I was overjoyed, and hurriedly picked it up and ate it, but also because I was dizzy with hunger, and I didn't pay attention to the roasted sweet potato, the outside was charred and the inside was soft, the skin became cold, but the inside was hot, and after eating one and then went to pick up the second, I felt that my mouth was full of bubbles, dry and painful, and I wanted to drink water, but there was no kettle on the two people, and I looked at the cliff next to me by the light of the fire, and saw that there was spring water oozing out from the crack in the cliff, so I got up to the bottom of the cliff, held it with the palm of my hand, poured it into my mouth, and felt that the spring water was clear and sweet, very delicious, and it was like drinking the liquor, which taught people to be intoxicated and happy.

After drinking a few sips of mountain springs, my nervous heartstrings relaxed a little, and then I noticed that there was a line of words faintly engraved on the top of the cliff. It's not a text I've seen on weekdays, it's not a seal script, and it's not a golden italics. It's not that Wei Shu imitates the Song Dynasty, nor does it look like Latin, but it looks like graphic characters in Egyptian tombs, so I searched for these glyphs in my head, remembering where I had seen such a font, but I couldn't remember where I had seen such glyphs. It is said that words are the carrier of writing history, if you recognize these words that seem to be seen. Then it must be very helpful for me to recover the memories of the past.

I thought about it in my head over and over again.

I rummaged through the memories of the past in relation to the text, just as I looked up historical materials in archival history, and found nothing in my brain. As I was about to give up, I heard two people sitting in front of the fire humming a ballad that seemed to be out of nowhere, and although I couldn't understand the lyrics, I was attracted by the whispering melody. Listen, listen, listen. My mind suddenly opened like a floodgate, and I suddenly remembered when and where I had seen the glyph in the past, and even remembered someone who was also literate with me.

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In an antique antique shop, there is a table carved from ancient wooden roots, surrounded by round stools with stakes varnished. Where is this antique shop? I asked myself in my head: Hmm...... Where ......, suddenly my mind swept over the large red plaque of vermilion lacquer and red letters of "Flame Treasures and Ancient Shops", pushed open the dusty door, and the dust rushed to my cheeks. Stretch out your palm to brush away the dust that stands in front of you. The bright glass counters in the ancient restaurant, the exquisite root carved tables and stools. Vividly. It dawned on me that the "Flame Treasure Shop" was actually the property I had purchased a few years ago. On the round stool next to the root carving table sat a woman with a somewhat dark face, with short hair that reached her ears, and her very neatly cut Liuhai was clinging to her eyebrows, which was dark and thick, like silk. The woman held a paintbrush in her hand and sketched dots on the propaganda on the table, and the ink on the pen was thick or light, sometimes like a mountain, sometimes like a beast or bird, sometimes like a rain shower, sometimes like a plant or tree, like a word is not a word, like a picture is not a picture. The woman wrote the dragon and the phoenix, and read in her mouth: This is the picture language, a kind of hieroglyphic script that is older than the inscription of Zhong Ding, and the ancient Ba people used this kind of writing to record the historical events of the tribe......

The woman's voice lingered in my head for a long time. But who is this woman? I followed the woman's image and ran into the depths of my memory, but I only saw a graceful back of her, and I yelled in my heart, trying to teach him to turn around, but the woman didn't even raise her head, stared at the rice paper on the table, and wrote endlessly. I had to give up for a while, and instead returned to reality, to identify the inscription on the cliff wall, and with the help of my revived, I easily recognized that the line of words read: Born in the mountains, dead in the belly of the mountain. With this line of words, my brain cells became active again, connecting the knowledge reserves that I once had. This line is written on the ancient Ba people's view of life and death. In order to promote this concept, the Ba people believed that they were born in the mountains and must be buried in the mountains after death, so they took the tribe as a unit to find a cave, and made the cave into a star-like terrain in the sky, and set up a burial place on the dragon's eye of the dragon constellation, and buried all the tribal people after death in the place. Their burial method is different from the burial of the Han people, using a coffin to decorate the body, and also different from the Tibetans who unload the body into eight pieces and invite the corpse vulture to devour, but throw it on the high platform in the cave, let the breath of the mountains and the yin of the stone cliff dry the body, and then, the bones of the corpse are removed and left in the cave, the corpse meat is planted in the field to fertilize the field, the hair of the corpse is braided into a bag, loaded with herbs, and tied under the window of the stilted building, so that the deceased can become a wisp of incense and continue to live in the world, and the living can take out the sachet and smell it at any time to relieve the feelings of longing.

I walked along the cliff for a hundred or twenty steps, and sure enough, I saw a mountain of bones piled up with bones, and there was a faint phosphorus fire floating on the mountain, like the ghost of the dead wandering in a cave. The phosphorus fire lined the black cave wall, and the sound of the tinkling spring was quite frightening, so he turned back and returned to the fire.

A person sitting near me suddenly asked in Chinese, Zuo Yan, you haven't been to this place before, have you?

I wondered how he suddenly became fluent in Chinese, and asked him for my name when he blurted out my name.

The man sneered and said, You have only been gone for a few years, how can you remember the noble person, even I don't recognize it.

The man next to him also laughed twice, and also said in Chinese, your wife was still messing with your mother-in-law on my boat a few days ago, saying that she was going to the city to find you, but your mother-in-law didn't allow it, but she still ran away, and your mother-in-law also took my boat to cross the river and run to her school to keep her, but who knows that she still didn't keep her. Now my child has no one to teach her art class, and I don't know when she will come back?

I stared at the two men to the left. Glancing to the right, I felt that the voices of the two were quite familiar, but the faces of the two were unrecognizable.

The two men saw me staring at their faces with suspicion. Touching his face, he smiled at each other, got up and went to the fountain to wash the paint off his face, then turned back to the fire, pointed to his face and asked me, do you recognize me now?

Only then did I find out that one of these two people was a man who sold wine pulp in front of the "Flame Treasure Ancient Shop". One was a fisherman who was holding a straw canopy boat on the Golden River, and he couldn't help but be surprised, because he asked why the two men were here. I learned why they were here.

It turned out that this day coincided with the long-held Shoushan Festival of the Ba people, and the two of them were elected by the clan to complete the day's work. In the evening, they wore the traditional clothes of the ancient Ba people to come here to guard the mountain. Lighting a bonfire to pay tribute to the dead in the mountain, I didn't expect to bump into me by mistake. If someone else breaks into the cave during the mountain festival, they will kill the intruder as a sacrifice to the mountain god according to the clan rules, so when they first see me, they draw their swords and face each other, and when they see that it is me, they will eliminate the desire to kill.

The two of them asked me about the past few years, and I told me what had happened to me, but I was in danger from time to time. I'm wary of people, but I still don't want the two of them to talk about my ancient paintings. I only said that I was wronged by the police, so I fled to the ancient town, hoping to find some memory clues so that I could clear my grievances, but what I didn't expect was that Shen's mother suddenly died the day before I came back, and someone lay under her corpse and shot me, chasing me all the way to the cave on this side of the chain bridge.

The man who sold wine said, what do you call Dean Shen?

Call her Shen's mother. I say.

The fisherman raised his eyebrows and said, you have a broken head, she is your mother-in-law, it doesn't matter if you don't call her mother, you even learn from others to call her Shen's mother.

I was surprised and said, why is Mother Shen my mother-in-law? What's going on?

The man who sold wine looked at the fisherman, stepped forward, touched the back of my head, and said, You are really pitiful, even your mother-in-law has forgotten about jì. He went back to his seat and sat down, took out a key from his bosom, and handed it to me, saying, This is the key to your shop, and your wife left me before she left, and said that if she has not come back, you will give you the key when you come back. Now that you're back, it's time for me to return to my rightful owner. To be honest, I was ready to give it to you during the day, first, I didn't carry it on my body, and second, I saw a bewitching woman next to you, and I thought you had changed your mind, and I wanted to bury you. Now give it back to you, and you take it. As he spoke, he threw it into my hand.

I put the key into my pocket, inadvertently touched the mobile phone that Shen's mother gave me, quickly took it out, took out the battery, baked it close to the fire, and then went up to the mobile phone, and was about to press the power to check whether the mobile phone could still be powered on, when I heard the mobile phone beep, it turned on automatically, and the blue screen lit up, and there was no signal display on the screen, only a line of words flew out: Go to my aunt's house immediately to find Li Yan! After this line of words, another line of words flew out: Address: Room 2701, Riverview Building, Binjiang Avenue, Dajiang City.

I said in my heart, in order to escape the pursuit of the Dajiang City police and clear my grievances, I returned to this ancient town and left Dajiang City, but I didn't expect Shen's mother to let me go back there again, isn't this going to die? However, it is not a long-term solution for me to hide here, after all, I will be found by the Lei Xiaobing who likes to stalk, as soon as Lei Xiaobing knows my whereabouts, he will inevitably report it to his boss Guo Zhenchao, or the entire ancient town will become the sphere of influence of the police. Therefore, I should still retrieve my memory, firstly, to find Lin Xiaowan and find my ancient paintings, and secondly, to retrieve my memory, get evidence, and sue Guo Zhenchao, this is my ultimate goal, even if it is worth the risk.

I asked the fisherman, who is Li Yan?

The fisherman grinned and asked me with some annoyance, do you really not know or false?

I said, I don't know.

The fisherman took out a cigarette stick from his arms, filled it with tobacco leaves, stretched it out to the flame and lit it, and said slowly, You hurt Li Yan, and also hurt a bunch of dolls in our town. After speaking, he raised his head and looked at me, and said, Who is Li Yan, I sue you, you remember me, she is your wife.

I said, in other words, this Li Yan is Shen's mother's daughter.

The fisherman said, yes, Shen's mother is your mother-in-law, and Li Yan is naturally your wife.

The Nokia phone that Shen's mother gave me was already black at this time, and I remembered when I took out the phone from the treasure cabinet. It used to remind me that there were killers around, and I didn't believe it at first. Sure enough, a black bear monster appeared, and if I hadn't escaped quickly, I would have died under the black bear monster's gun. Now that Shen's mother has used this mobile phone to guide me to leave the ancient town and go back to Dajiang City to find Li Yan, I naturally believe that I will not gain anything by staying in the ancient town, and it turned out that I would come back to Shen's mother and ask her to tell me the truth about what happened three years ago. But now that Shen's mother is dead, it is impossible to find out the answer, so she can only return to Dajiang City according to her guidance.

I looked around. I wanted to find the exit of this cave, but it was already dark dozens of steps away except where the fire could shine. Where to find the exit. The heart says. Naturally, I couldn't find the source, but since these two people could get in, they would definitely be able to find the exit, so I asked them for advice.

The two men asked me how I got in.

I pointed to a small bright spot beyond the cliff and said that there was a square hole a few hundred meters from the bridge.

The man who sold wine said strangely that it was the vent of the cave, two or three feet above the ground. You didn't even get hurt.

That fisherman's road, look at your literary temperament. I didn't expect to be able to jump high and low.

I said, the vent was full of water, and it was a fluke to get in, and if I still got out of there, I'm afraid the black bear monster was waiting for me outside, and I needed to find another way out.

The fisherman looked at the man selling wine and said, how long is there to keep the mountain?

The man who sold wine said, the sky is not dark yet.

The fisherman looked at me and said, "Well, I'll take you out the other way, but you must not tell anyone else about this road, otherwise the two of us won't be able to eat and go away."

I knew that there were rules in other tribes, and the cave where the ancestors were buried could not be known to outsiders, so I promised him not to sue anyone.

The fisherman led me out of the fire, walked ten or so steps along the cave wall, got into the stone wall from a crack in the stone between the walls, which allowed only two people to pass side by side, took a flashlight, walked fifty or sixty steps in a zigzag, jumped down, and disappeared into the darkness. I hurriedly shouted, ahhh I rubbed my eyes, and found that the pillar of light was actually a beach, only a few meters high from me, and there was a ladder made of wooden planks under my feet, and I went down the steps to the bottom of the beach.

As soon as my toes touched the beach, I felt that the sand was soft, surging back and forth like waves, and retracting from my toes.

The fisherman smiled, don't be afraid, you just step on it.

I said, how does this beach rise and fall like a wave?

Fisherman's Road, this beach is floating on the sea of earth, of course, it will rise and fall with the waves, because this floating sand only floats here in the two days of the Shoushan Festival every year, anyone can only enter the cave in these two days, usually the ocean here is unfathomable, no one can enter, which is why our people use this cave as a burial ground. Don't be afraid, this clay sticks together, like a thick carpet, it won't sink, you just come up.

When I saw that he looked calm and fearless, and that there was no danger in it, I jumped into the sand.

The fisherman picked up a bamboo pole on the beach, and a little bit on the cliff wall, and the beach floated forward. I took his flashlight in my hand and shone it in front of me, and sure enough, the water waves were vast and boundless, and I could hear the sound of the cliff crashing in my ears, and pointed the pillar of light at the sea water on the edge of the beach, and saw that the sea water was dark and swarthy, and I didn't know how deep. The soft blanket of sand floated away in the water for a while, and suddenly a bright light appeared in the depths of the water. It wasn't until the light reached the bottom of the beach that I could see countless glowing fish swimming in the light. The whole body of the fish is brilliant, the scales are transparent, and the organs in the abdomen teach people to see clearly.

The fish of light sometimes spiraled and rose like a hurricane, and sometimes glided forward in a series of ends, like a comet in the sky gliding through the earth and the sea, and it was beautiful.

The fisherman saw that I was demented, slapped me on the shoulder, and said, don't look at it for a long time, be careful that your soul is taken by it.

I said, "Why, what's wrong with these fish?"

He said, "We used to have a deacon, who was attracted by these little light fish, jumped into the earth and never got up again.

Hearing this, I quickly withdrew my gaze.

The sand carpet walked for a while, and came to a small island. I jumped with the fisherman to the island. I saw that the island was only about ten square meters in size, and there was a hole in the middle, and stone steps were artificially carved into the cave wall, extending down to the bottom of the sea.

The fisherman walked into the cave and turned around and beckoned me to follow.

I asked, where does the cave lead?

The fisherman said, you can follow me and you will know.

So, I followed him and descended the stairs, and the air in the walls of the cave was denser, and the humidity became heavy, and there was a lot of moss, which was not found in the cave I had just passed, and was obviously close to the ground.

I said in my heart that this sea is higher than this cave, and if the water in the sea overflows, it must follow this cave to the golden river outside the cave. Sure enough, I followed the fisherman, walked a hundred or ten steps, and emerged from a cloud of white light, where I stood on the edge of the bed of the Golden River.

The fisherman said goodbye to me, and went back into the cave.

I stood in the middle of the valley, listening to the rumbling waves, looking up at the peak, it was already the first light of the moon, the valley was full of clear light, and the tattered chain bridge was between the two mountains. (To be continued......)