Keep up, I know where they're going. Markham tightened his collar and whispered, You shouldn't have followed.

I walked behind Markham, and his disguise was much better than mine. Not only did he bring a hat, but he also had a scarf that covered most of his face.

I quietly paid attention to the movements of Bai Kai and Qin Yiheng, both of them were very fast, and they disappeared in a turn.

Markham wasn't in a hurry to chase after him, and I wasn't in a hurry when I saw this.

Regardless of Markham's purpose, he is so confident, he must know the whereabouts of Qin Yiheng and Bai Kai.

Out of the airport, there was already a car waiting on the side of the road.

I've been in Markham Wing's car a few times, and the driver was different every time. It makes me feel more and more that this person has great powers.

At the beginning, we followed the taxi that Qin Yiheng and Bai Kai were in, and after walking about ten kilometers, we began to part ways.

I'm afraid that I am afraid of being suspected by the other party.

I wanted to say a few words to Markham, but after thinking about it, I still didn't open my mouth.

I don't really have much of a conversation right now, I just want to look at the white clouds and blue sky outside the car window.

The speed of the car did not slow down, and it was almost late in the evening. Stopped under an old residential building.

Markham snapped his fingers, meaning to ask me to follow.

As I walked up the stairs, I kept wondering, this Markham Rong is not short of money, why does he always like to live in this kind of place?

A door on the third floor had already opened, and Markham pushed it open and entered, only to finally show his face again. Said to me, do you really want to go?

I snapped, but my attention was on the furnishings in the room.

This house is called 'Lao Tan Jin' in our jargon, which means that those houses that cannot be bought in the short term, can only wait for the demolition to get new houses and compensation. The furniture in the whole house can only be described as tattered, whether it is a table or chair, there are missing arms and legs. It doesn't look like a normal living environment at all, but it looks like a temporary foothold for those homeless people.

Several of the walls in the room were supposed to be white, but they had been smoked and yellowed.

There is also a wall that has been pasted with a lot of messy paper, and I don't know if it is used to cover the wall or performance art.

I walked over and took a look, and I think the time when these pieces of paper were pasted up is a long time ago. It was densely filled with words. I looked at it and couldn't help but mutter, these words seemed familiar. It's like the words on the stack of manuscript paper we recovered.

So I checked it carefully. The more I look at it, the more I feel like it.

And the contents of these pieces of paper are also very strangely written, as if they are travelogues. It's like going to a mysterious place, and all you see and hear is recorded. There is not a trace of joy between the lines, but it makes people feel very heavy.

According to my intuitive feelings, I think this thing was written by a person in prison. So no matter how much fun I had at the beginning, it was just a mirage when I think about it now.

Markham called out to me and handed me a red belt.

It is said to be a belt, but in fact, it is a wide red rope to put it bluntly. We often see this thing, and many people who have passed the natal year will bring it, saying that it is to prevent Tai Sui. But in fact, many people don't know that not everyone is suitable for wearing red and wearing red in this natal year. Some people put it on, but they will get into trouble. I can't explain this in detail, but I didn't intend to hear Qin Yiheng talk about it once.

Did you bring this thing for me? I patted my Hermes belt buckle. Do you want to trade with me?

Markham Rong snorted, if you want to go to that place, you have to take this with you. The choice is yours.

As he spoke, he skillfully pulled out his belt and put the red rope on his pants.

When I saw this, I had no choice but to do it, and the whole person was awkward. I said, and then what? Where are we going next?

And this. Markham handed me another thin red thread and tied it to my belt.

I was even more puzzled, this thin red line was quite long, and it was like dragging a tail after tying it. Markham Rong stared at me and put on a qiē and nodded with satisfaction.

I picked up a large backpack on the ground and asked me to carry it. He turned around and went downstairs.

I don't know exactly what's in the backpack, but it's heavy.

Since I have a request for others, I can only work hard and complain. The car downstairs is still waiting, but the driver is gone.

Markham Wing drove the car himself, and we were on the road again.

On the way I kept trying to tell where we were going. But the road is getting more and more desolate. The scenery outside began to see no change, so I squinted my eyes and fell asleep.

By the time Markham woke me up, it was still pitch black outside.

I looked at my watch, and I had slept for six hours. People are completely rejuvenated.

When I got out of the car, there was wasteland all around. No trees, no buildings, just desolation.

Markham led the way, his feet creaking on the snow. I always felt like someone was laughing, and I couldn't help but lighten my steps.

After walking along the wasteland for half an hour, I didn't feel tired on my legs and feet. It's just that the shoulder is pressed by the bag and hurts.

Fortunately, Markham stopped at this point and took a few things from the backpack behind me.

Things are more common, nothing more than braziers, paper money and paper ingots. There is also a half-meter-long wooden stick. I thought it was a willow tree, and I smelled a strong smell of willow sap. I don't know if I'm wrong.

Markham Rong used a wooden stick to carry and burn the paper money and paper ingots. The firelight reflected the faces of both of us.

It was supposed to feel warm, but I felt more and more eerie.

When the fire was about to fade, Markham handed me a military kettle and said that I should drink some water.

As soon as I took a sip of it, I couldn't help but spit it out. I don't know what's in the water, it's a strong smell. It made me have a dry cough. The saliva was poured so violently that I swallowed a lot of it. I was so disgusted that I almost threw up.

Are you poisoned? I was just about to look up when Markham Wing was holding the brazier and blowing hard at me.

The paper ash in the brazier lifted my face all over my face, and suddenly my eyes were gone, and I couldn't even open my mouth!

I snapped, instinctively, and grabbed it. But I heard Markham Rong say, don't be nervous, it's okay. You open your eyes now and see.

When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw that in the distance, which was originally barren, there was an inexplicable building like a castle tower.

Look at the silhouette is antique, and you can't tell the color.

This? Where did this building come from? I asked, rubbing my eyes.

Don't worry so much, since you're coming, just go with me. Markham Rong placed the brazier on the ground, turned and headed towards the tower.

The closer I got, the clearer the tower becomes.

The height is not high, and it lasts up and down three floors. The width is only about twenty or thirty meters.

The whole building is made of gray bricks and tiles, and there is no bright light. Truly lifeless.

The two of them walked to the bottom of the castle tower, and I deliberately touched the city wall. It may be that the hands are frozen, and the walls feel like ice.

Markham Rong tugged at it, don't linger.

I had no choice but to put away my curiosity and follow Markham through the city gate. The qiē in front of him suddenly brightened.

I saw that on the other side of the city gate, there was a large wood.

This kind of forest is indeed very common in the northeast, especially in the Greater and Lesser Khing'an Mountains, the only difference is that there is no snow on the treetops. If it were in the daytime, I would see a lush greenery.

After walking a few hundred meters, we began to really enter the woods.

Not only was there no snow on the treetops, but there was no snow on the ground. The soil is very soft, and it doesn't feel like it's frozen hard at all.

Markham walked ahead, stopping every now and then to look at the trunks. That's when I noticed that some of the tree trunks had some strange patterns or symbols on them.

It should be a road sign or something.

After another kilometer or two, I finally started to feel tired. I was also very thirsty, but I thought of the water that Markham Rong gave me to drink. I can only swallow my saliva and endure it.

It's here. Markham stopped again and pointed to a sign on the trunk of a tree.

As soon as I looked at the sign, I gasped. I finally know where the strange tattoo on Markham's eyebrow bone came from. The pattern is exactly like his tattoo.

Like a twisted eagle's talon, or a wolf's or tiger's teeth.

I said, "Where have we been?" Did you leave this pattern?

No. Wan Jinrong raised his hand and pointed in front of the statue and said, "That is Wan Jiang." The end of all the water veins in legend. Of course, you should be more aware of its other name, Yin River.