The sun is slanting in the west, and the sound of birds flapping their wings can be heard in the forest from time to time, and those birds in the high places are not easy to deal with, and it is easier to hunt pheasants and ducks.

Most people will be confused when they enter the forest, but I am very good at finding the way, I was used to staying in the mountains when I was a child, and then for a while, I also resold 'black treasure', that is, wild fungus, and often had to go into the mountains, so it was difficult for me to find a way to hunt wild food in the mountains.

It didn't take long for me to find some animal traces, the footprints of three bars, probably pheasants or the like. Pheasant meat is generally not very fat, but the meat is rich in aroma and there are many ways to eat it, of course, it is no longer recommended to eat these, because with the destruction of the environment, these things have become less and less, and now people have raised a sense of protection.

I remember when I was a child, there were a lot of pheasants in the mountains, and I used to hunt them a lot. No shotguns, with slingshots. Pheasants don't run as fast as rabbits and birds, but they have a very sensitive sense of hearing, and often when people get close, they suddenly disappear. But as long as you can get within four meters of them, you generally can't run.

I followed the footprints, cautiously touching forward, and in a short time I saw a red-necked pheasant, strutting and pecking in the grass, about twenty meters away from me, and I had to approach carefully so as not to be spotted by it.

Just as he was about to pass, he heard a bang, and the pheasant fell into the grass. At first, I didn't know why, until a fat man swooped out and wrung the pheasant up, and it dawned on me that someone had shot him.

I've seen shotguns, but the man was holding a small pistol.

How can an ordinary person have a pistol?

If you look at the man's appearance closely, hey, isn't that the bald fat man? How did he go into the valley too?

If it was a coincidence, something is wrong now. It seems that the identities of these two people are really not as simple as they seem.

Since the bald fat man had a gun in his hand, I couldn't figure out what they were doing, so I didn't make a sound, hid in the grass, watched the direction of the fat man's departure, and quietly followed.

It turned out that this man was also camped at the mouth of the valley, not far from us, and there was the little beauty sitting by the fire, and the bald man washed and peeled the pheasant, and roasted it on the fire. What if it doesn't work? ”

The little beauty sat by the fire, looked proud, and scolded: "Useless things, I said that there are them, if you want to live, do things for me, dare to have two hearts, be careful of your dog's life." ”

The bald fat man shrank for a moment, and hurriedly laughed: "It's me who is wrong, look at my ugly mouth." I didn't dare to say more, and the two of them didn't say anything else.

I just felt strange in my heart. This bald and fat man looks quite rich, and he still has a gun in his hand, what is the origin? However, no matter what this fat man does, it is definitely not a good thing, why is he so taboo about this little beauty?

What is the treasure in his mouth?

Could it be that there are other hidden treasures in this mountain?

The two of them didn't continue to talk, I waited in place for a while, knowing that I couldn't hear any other news, and if I stayed any longer, Tofu saw that I was delayed in returning, and it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't look for me everywhere.

Thinking of this, I immediately pulled away, thinking that more is better than less, what kind of treasure he is, there are things in the tomb of the ghost king Yulong, it is enough for us to swallow, these two people are not good at stubble, or it is better to distance themselves from them, immediately quietly returned, on the way back, caught a rabbit by the way, ready to roast and eat with tofu, as a result of our camp, in addition to the bonfire that will be extinguished on the ground, where is the shadow of tofu?

Not only that, but even our backpack is gone, apparently the tofu kid has run away.

If you want to say that I don't believe in others, Tofu must have believed it, he can't leave me alone for no reason, something must have happened. I walked over to the fire, vigilant, watching for clues around me, and soon saw some yellow mud that had been rubbed out.

It's as if someone has fallen on dry dirt and their shoes have lifted a layer of dirt.

This yellow mud print, all the way intermittently stretched forward, I roughly made a guess in my mind, Tofu must have encountered something at that time, scared him to carry the burden, too late to leave a mark for me, so he stumbled forward.

What could it be? In this lofty mountain range, there are many beasts and tigers, could it be that Tofu has encountered some beasts? How can this be?

I walked all the way along the footprints, pulled out the dagger, and was very vigilant in my heart, and then, the mud marks disappeared in front of a big tree, and I immediately looked up, and sure enough, on the high branches, a pair of human feet were exposed, although I couldn't see the upper body, but I also recognized the trouser legs and shoes, wasn't it tofu?

What is he hiding up there for?

Is there any danger on this ground?

I subconsciously looked under my feet, and there was nothing abnormal on the flat ground, which made me feel a little abrupt, and shouted to the tree: "Xiaodou, what trick are you playing?" ”

Hearing my voice, the man in the tree moved, squatted down, poked his head out, looked at me, his dark eyes rolled around, and then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Finally gone." He slid down the trunk of the tree, looking distraught, and before I could speak, he said, "Pervert, how bad luck are you, why are you so unlucky." ”

I knew something was wrong, and asked quietly, "What happened just now?" ”

Tofu said that he was sitting in a baking sock waiting for me to come back, when he suddenly felt an itch under his buttocks, reached out and touched a fat yellow ant. At that time, he didn't care, just pressed the ant to death and continued to roast. As a result, within a minute, he heard a dense rustling sound in his ears, and when he looked around, countless yellow ants crawled out of the ground around him and rushed towards him.

The overwhelming posture scared him to pick up things and run away. In the process of running, he found that this yellow ant was afraid of the 'camphor tree', so he hid in this tree nearby. But he was short-sighted, and when he climbed high, the yellow ants and the dirt were the same color, and it was difficult to distinguish them, and he didn't know for a while whether those things were gone, until he heard my voice, and he didn't dare to come down.

When I heard him say this, I couldn't say a word when I was choked up.

As soon as I heard him talk about it, I knew what it was, and the yellow ant he said was called 'light chasing ant'. There is a saying that moths fight fires, in fact, it is not only moths that fight fires, this kind of light-chasing ants also fights fires, and can be seen in the stove holes in rural areas in some places.

But like the swarms of light-chasing ants described by Tofu, it is the first time I have heard of them, and it is estimated that there are light-chasing ants attracted by the bonfire and emerging from the soil, but they are unexpectedly strangled to death by tofu, and eighty percent of the tofu is the ant king.

There is a taste gland on the head of the ant king, after it is stained on the human hand, the smell can remain for many days, no matter how you wash it, it can't be washed off, and the rest of the ants can follow the taste gland, you can lock the person who killed the ant king for revenge.

I then said, "You can't blame me for this, it's only your cheap hand, it puts out its fire, isn't it just borrowing from under your ass, and you are going to kill it?" This place may be a gathering place for light-chasing ants, and it looks like we'll have to camp in another place. "At this moment, it is almost night, and in another half or so, it is estimated that it will be completely dark.

Tofu provoked the light chasing ants, and we must not be able to camp here at night, not to mention that the place where the bald fat man camped was not far from us, although it was not safe to walk on the mountain road at night, it was better than staying in place, I thought about it, and decided to walk another hour and set up camp again.

Tofu was afraid of the ants' retaliation, so he didn't object, so we took advantage of the night to go deep into the canyon, walking for more than an hour, except for meeting a snake and almost being bitten along the way, there was no other danger.

I had chosen a place and was about to set up camp when suddenly, in the dead silence of the night, there was a sound of singing.

Deep mountains and old forests, uninhabited canyons, pitch black, how can anyone be singing?

Tofu glanced at me, his expression showed a hint of nervousness, and said, "Is it a human or a ghost singing?" ”

I was also a little unsure in my heart, but in order to comfort the tofu, I said calmly: "There are so many gods and ghosts in the world, I see that there are other people in this place besides us, I'll go and see." ”

"Don't." Tofu tugged at my arm, shrunk his head and said, "Let it sing, let's not mess with it." ”

In fact, in the middle of the night, let me go to find something that I don't know if it is a person or a ghost, and I am also a little worried in my heart, although I am bold, but it is not so big that I am not afraid of ghosts. As soon as Tofu said this, I had a step down, so I said with a tiger face: "Look at your cowardice, forget it, if you don't go, you won't go, lest I go, you will pee your pants alone in fright." ”

As I spoke, I started a bonfire, cleaned up the rabbit, and roasted it over the fire, the yellow rabbit meat, with some natural plant spices in the mountains, roasted with a rich meat aroma, which made people appetize. Our mouths were full of oil after this meal, and the fatigue of the day seemed to have disappeared, and the only thing that was unsatisfactory was the singing.

The singing voice does not distinguish between men and women, if there is no one, it always makes people feel that their hearts are swishing, and Tofu mentions yì, saying that it is too dangerous for two people to sleep, and it is better to take turns to keep vigil.

This was exactly what I wanted, and I immediately let Tofu sleep first, and I kept watch for the first half of the night, and took out the work notes left by my grandfather, turned the notes to the part about the phoenix's neck, and sat next to the fire to study.