I hurriedly got up, only to see several dark shadows lying on my stomach behind the wall on the left.

Without saying a word, I opened the safety of the pistol I was carrying, and walked over slowly. Coming to the shadow of the wall, Wu Gang, Yang Cao, Ma Haibo, and Xiao Zhou all crouched there, squinting in the direction of the west. That's the downstream of the stream, and it's the edge of the broken wall.

The voice I just heard came from that side. This voice should be a woman, she sings, as crisp and melodious as a nightingale and a yellow bird, not in Chinese, some like Miao dialect, but always feels a little different.

There was movement behind them, and almost everyone woke up and walked slowly into the darkness.

Hu Wenfei stepped forward, coughed lightly, and said This voice seems to be in ancient Miao language?

Yang Cao nodded, yes, it is ancient Miao language, simple Miao language, it seems to be the accent of Zhenning. I'm a little embarrassed, as a descendant of the Miao family, I don't even know this, it's really a little unreasonable. Yang Cao listened attentively and said as if he was singing: The moon comes out, so white and bright, so bright and beautiful, so beautiful and moving...... Jia Wei came over from the side and said angrily: "Where can she sing so literately?" ”

Yang Cao explained to us that this is the Miao translation of "the moon rises brightly, and the outstanding people are shining" in "The Book of Songs-National Style......

We were all a little excited, there was a song here, there must be someone; And if there is a house, then there must be a passage to turn back to the ground.

This speculation is undoubtedly the most plausible and the most plausible.

My heart became eager, and after discussing with a few people at the moment, I followed Yang Cao, Wu Gang and Xiao Zhou to carefully walk towards the source of the song. I leaned down as best I could, and then by the cold moonlight, I watched my step. We built a bonfire here, and it burned in the quiet of the night, illuminating half of the space, and we could see it from afar, but she sang on the west side of the ruins, but did not come, indicating that she had scruples in her heart.

Or is it luring us into a trap? In this case, we need to be more careful.

However, as we slowly walked through the middle of the ruins, we suddenly heard the sound of the voice, but the sound of fighting and slashing was heard. The sound was so real, as if the battle was taking place in front of us, but this abrupt change made us a little unacceptable, and I rushed over with the people in front of me, bypassing the walls in front of me, and in the darkness, except for the gravel, the dust, and the creeper, there were bones in the ground, which were already close to weathering.

I looked at the woods in the darkness across from me, and there was no unusual movement.

Yet the fighting continued around us, with the angry cries of men, the frightened screams of women, the muffled roars of wild beasts, the high-pitched cries of birds, and the rustling of insects rubbing their wings...... With my eyes closed, I could imagine in my own brain the sounds of a terrible battle: in the quiet of a home, wild beasts and enemies rushed in, men took up arms and swords, women locked the door, and children shivered behind the door......

However, when you open your eyes, everything is just darkness and nothing else.

It's really a hell of a life.

We searched the edge of the fence on the west side for a while, making sure it was just a sound, and nothing was there. Yang Cao took out his electronic instrument for detecting negative energy, and when he opened it, he found that the pointer was turning wildly, from the initial 0 to the red alert area, and then it moved like a pendulum clock. He took a few steps back, almost to the bushes, then looked at the ring of walls to the west, pondered for a moment, patted everyone on the shoulder, and said let's go back, there is nothing left here.

We walked back the way we came, and next to the fire, Yang Cao told us that the sound that appeared just now was actually a record of nature. Lao Hu said yesterday that there is a huge magnetic field here, that is, this magnetic field, to a certain extent, has become a gramophone, recording some fragments that happened here before, and at certain times, it is played out, and it has achieved the same effect as before.

Phonograph? We looked at each other, this thing is too weird, right?

However, only Yang Cao's explanation can explain this strange phenomenon that happened today. I raised my hand to look at my watch and saw that I had slept for seven hours, and it was now half past four in the morning. Hu Wenfei asked Yang Cao and Xiao Zhou to remain on duty, and then we all continued to sleep, waiting for dawn to continue downstream of the stream to find a way out. I sat next to the campfire, hugging my knees, but I couldn't sleep, and I always felt a little bored in my heart when I saw the miscellaneous hairy trail curled up next to me, holding the sleeping tiger cat in my arms.

I felt like I was being watched, and I looked back from time to time, but I didn't find anything.

This valley is not simple, you must know that it is deep underground, and it can actually preserve the ruins of more than 2,000 years ago as if it has only been a few decades, which makes people puzzled: the ruins that ordinary people say, especially in the unit of thousands of years, are not the vicissitudes of life, the years change, and they need to be excavated and trimmed out of the soil.

There are so many strange things that have happened to me these days. Thinking about it too much, even that hand couldn't help but burn, which made me uncomfortable.

I looked at these hands and felt that they were hot and cold, and they were a little out of control.

Equally uncontrollable were my emotions. I feel like I've changed a lot lately, I'm irritable, irritable, and I'm used to using the most violent means to solve too many wicked people...... Am I lost, or is the essence of this world ultimately determined by the strength of the fist or the strength of the force? And what impressed me the most was when I faced the ancient corpse of Yelang in the main hall before-although the miscellaneous trail told me that it was Yang Cao who invited the gods to descend on me, but I always disagreed.

That cold, ruthless, manic emotion seemed to be another me, floating from the depths of my heart.

Touching the locust wood card on my chest, I looked at the moon in the sky and slowly moved out of my field of vision: a glimmer of heaven, can we get out of the sky?

There was nothing to say all night, and the dawn was silent.

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Early in the morning, by the time I had finished the two solid routines, everyone was already up.

After a busy day, we doused the campfire, then packed up and walked down the stream. After a day's rest, the spirit of the miscellaneous trail was much better, and he was able to barely walk; Jia Wei couldn't do it, he took half a bottle of secret pills provided by the friendship of the miscellaneous hairy Xiaodao, although his face was better, but he still needed someone to help him, and what was worrying was that I always felt that when I saw Jia Wei, there was a strong jealousy and fear in my heart.

This feeling is inexplicable, and there is no reason - uh, it's because of the aunt with a heavy taste, is it generally disliked?

It's a pity that the tiger cat hasn't woken up since he lay down yesterday afternoon, and if it weren't for the slight undulation from his fat belly, we would have almost thought that this ugly guy would have died young. Although I like to sleep very much, but this is the first time I have seen an adult sleep for so long, and obviously, the magic technique used by the tiger cat when dealing with the bass yesterday must be a very energy-consuming trick, otherwise it would not be like this.

Suddenly, I felt that this fat body was full of mystery.

There was an injury on the hairy trail, so I found a bag, put the adult in it, and carried it on my back.

Yesterday's landslide earthquake, there were many stones down in the upper reaches of the stream, but there were still fewer on the side of the ruins, we followed the stream to the lower part of the river, the road was much easier, and the site was getting more and more open; It's just that the forest is tall and woody, and the green plants are growing wildly, making the road ahead a little difficult. And what makes people criticize is that there are more snakes in the grass, most of them are poisonous snakes, bamboo leaf green, soldering iron head, seven-step snake, five-step snake...... This kind of poisonous snake that is common in the forests of Jinping Mountain is everywhere.

Although with the Golden Silkworm Gu, we are not afraid of these snakes, but this density still makes me feel ominous.

Jia Wei's anteater ran around like a merryman, swinging in front of us from time to time with a snake in his mouth.

The topography here is also very special, in October, there are still large areas of mountain bracken and mountain red growing in the grass, green green, red red, Tongquan grass, anchovy fern, ginkgo biloba, thorn wood...... In particular, the alders, which range in height from three to six meters, are a national first-class endangered plant that grows all over the place, forming a small forest.

After half an hour's walk, we found dry cow dung on the ground, and the road became wider and wider.

Bypassing a bay again, we actually saw acres of paddy fields, not big, ridge by ridge, under the reflection of the morning sun, sparkling waves; Farther away, at the end of the meandering stream, there are many wooden houses covered with pine bark. Outside these buildings, there is a stone wall, a defensive gate tower, standing on a high place, you can also see the iconic drum tower and threshing floor of Miao Village. Miao Village under the rising sun is exceptionally beautiful.

Anyone here?

It's simply ...... It's incredible!

We ran forward, but before we could reach the edge of the field, the anteater Hei stopped us and forbade us to go any further. Jia Wei hugged Xiao Hei and whispered affectionately, then turned back to us and said, "Be careful, there are strange things in this village, don't be impatient, observe first." We nodded yes - in the daylight, there was not a single figure in the whole village, quiet, like a ghost, which had to make people suspicious.

Guided by the anteater Xiao Hei in front of us, we walked slowly, carefully under our feet, and approached the gate step by step.

From beginning to end, the village in front of me seemed to be asleep, and there was no sound except for the occasional barking of dogs.

But it was the barking of dogs that led us to conclude that this was an inhabited stockade.

Finally, we came to the door of the stockade, and when we looked around, we saw rows of new graves in the open space on the left.