readx;? In the matter of the little mute, perhaps in the eyes of others, Yang Jing is the most calm and rational, even close to ruthless, until the last moment, Yang Jing is still exploring the truth, without any human touch at all. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info.

But in fact, the most uncomfortable should be Yang Jing!

Encountering such an embarrassing and even disgusting and hopeless feeling of reality, Yang Jing's shock and realization are far stronger than these people.

But as the leader of this team, if even he is emotional, how can he safely lead his companions forward?

He looked at it as if nothing was going on, still arranging all kinds of work in an orderly manner according to the established plan, but in his heart, he was always reflecting and blaming himself.

If you love someone and are willing to give up the whole world for him, it is not love, but crazy, if you love someone and are willing to love the whole world for him, the wish is world peace, you want your children to live in a better world, and for this reason you quietly change some of your bad problems, this is love.

Yang Jing was in such a mood at this time, he seemed to understand a little, although his ability was limited, but if he really sympathized with the little mute, he should take the initiative to find something to do, and bring a little change to this evil world, maybe even if it was just a little, it could make thousands of vulnerable groups like the little mute free from spoiling and ravaging!

He felt remorse and guilt in his heart, and even thought that if he had expressed it more clearly that night, the little mute would not have despaired to kill, and maybe he would have been able to save the little mute from the sea of suffering.

But he realized even more that the little mute was just one of them, and how many girls like the little mute should be in this dark night, and how many people would suffer if the Mongols called!

Finding a guide is Wei Qian's business, and meeting the little mute is just an accident in his life, but it is this accident that finally makes Yang Jing understand that his strength is not big enough, so he will fight desperately, build his own strength, and do his best to let these vulnerable people work hard to survive!

As if he had found his mission, Yang Jing had been thinking about these things all day, so when they stopped, he noticed that there were actually many gloomy and strange things along the way, but they didn't attract much attention from the atheist Yang Jing.

It was only at this time, there was a constant whining and wailing sound from the depths of the dense forest, and Yang Jing suddenly remembered all kinds of visions along the way!

There are too many rumors about Xianyun Mountain, the mountains and forests have their own stories, and each mountain is like a person, with its own legend, which is the spirituality and even divinity given to them by human beings.

Because people have the most primitive worship of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, every mountain and every river has beautiful or wonderful legends.

Yang Jing didn't pay much attention to this, because he had calm thinking, and he also had a scientific observation position and direction.

For example, in the current situation, Wang Buliu and the others began to be suspicious, but Yang Jing felt in his heart that maybe it was just the sound of the wind.

The wind is the musician of nature, many people say that the wind passes without a trace, but in fact it is not, the drizzle with the wind, blowing a pool of spring water, that is full of vitality and motherly call and murmur.

The midsummer wind blows through the spiny grass on the seaside, blows the masson pine on the seaside, and the hissing and cheerful song of the salsa is the best interpretation of this season.

In this mountain forest, the wind will become very mischievous, like the "cry" heard right now, most likely the wind blowing over half of the bamboo, which is the sound of the bamboo tube, or the sound of the wind blowing in the tree hole, or the sound of the wind blowing in the cave.

The mischievous wind is like a child, looking for a big "whistle" to announce its existence and power to the world.

In Yang Jing's opinion, the naughty wind did not make him feel weird and panicked, and Yang Jing only had excitement and excitement in his heart!

Because this whining cry is most likely the sound of the wind blowing in a cave, or even a cave in a cave!

"Let's take a look!"

Yang Jing said to his companions who were about to set up camp, pressed the handle of the knife on his waist, and walked forward quickly following the voice.

Because Yang Jing's team wanted to find water veins, they went the opposite way with Zong Yun and the others who went up the mountain, and the more they went, the lower they went, and they even needed to go to the deep valley to find the entrance.

With Yang Jing's understanding of karst topography and landforms, this kind of underground river can usually be entered through deep holes, so he pays special attention to the caves he encounters along the way.

Although it was already dark at this time, Yang Jing and Wang Buliu and the others followed the whining sound and continued to explore ahead.

The swampy terrain has begun to appear under their feet, and there is a danger of falling at any time, so Yang Jing and the others are also cautious step by step.

These swamps emit old methane, which will make you dizzy and even produce carbon monoxide poisoning after smelling it for a long time, so Yang Jing asked her companions to take out the masks prepared in advance and put them on one after another.

These masks were prepared according to Yang Jing's instructions, and the cotton bags were filled with fine sand and smokeless charcoal, which could filter and isolate some of the miasma and other toxic gases when wet.

The footsteps of the crowd soon woke up the night owls in the forest, and fled in all directions, and unknown little beasts also escaped from the bamboo forest and shrubs, and some of them looked like mice and rabbits, and some of them stupidly hit the feet of the people, and knew how to pretend to be dead on the ground.

However, these cute and cute little beasts were eventually caught in the backpack by the gods, and they may soon become a barbecue.

It was really difficult to walk in such a harsh terrain and it was dark night, but in order to explore the entrance, Yang Jing and the others could only walk.

Seeing that the sound was getting louder and closer, Yang Jing and the others became more and more nervous, and after another cup of tea, a dark hole appeared in front of them!

This cave entrance is on a huge mountain wall, the mountain wall can be called a ghostly axe, straight cut straight down, in the night can not see the top at a glance, as if the ancient gods and demons war, the demon god smashed down a barrier!

What's even more shocking is that this mountain wall, which has nowhere to settle and can't climb, is covered with hanging coffins!

These hanging coffins of unknown age are already very dilapidated, some of them are rotten and broken, and there are white bones exposed, and thick dead branches and leaves are piled up under the mountain wall, and you can vaguely see the white bones pierced under the rotten leaf layer!

The night wind is blowing, and I don't know if the cave is roaring, or these dozens of hanging coffins are whimpering, in the eyes of everyone, it is actually more like the resentful spirits in these hanging coffins are wailing, just like the hundred ghosts crying at night!

This hanging coffin culture is long and mysterious, and it is difficult for later generations to imagine how the ancients carried and placed these hanging coffins on steep cliffs without the assistance of large modern instruments.

The ancients attached great importance to funeral rites, regarded the fame and glory after death as a continuation, and even many people struggled all their lives in order to be able to get a good coffin after death.

It is precisely because of this that there is a saying that the ancient literati said that they should be the Taifu of the Jin Dynasty in life, and they would be Wenzheng in death.

Although people die like lights out, no matter how noble the name or evaluation, the deceased cannot enjoy it, but for the living it is an encouragement, to put it more lobly, some people die, and still want to contribute their only light and heat to the living, this is the truth.

The owner of the hanging coffin or the family of the owner may also think in this way, they want the deceased to walk peacefully, and be able to find peace and even sublimation in the other world.

Wang Buliu and the others didn't seem to have seen such a weird and shocking scene, they were all stunned, coupled with the ghosts crying and howling all around, everyone seemed to have walked in front of the ghost gate, and through this wall, it was the Netherworld!

Yang Jing looked up at the black hole on the cliff, then looked at everyone's reactions, and then put down the backpack, took out the flying claws and hooks, and said to everyone: "I'll go up and have a look first." ”

Although everyone is used to seeing corpses, it doesn't mean that they are not afraid of ghosts, corpses are real things, and wandering ghosts are nothingness in another world!

Although their trip was to find the entrance to the water vein, and the cave was the focus of their search, they heard that Yang Jing was going to go up to investigate, and everyone was a little worried.

"This cave is embedded in the cliff, it shouldn't be connected to the underground water vein, so it's better to forget it..."Lu Baiyu was the first to persuade.

"yes... The so-called dead are great, let's not disturb the peace of these undead..."Yang Jing didn't expect Sun Erniang to raise objections.

At this time, the night wind became stronger, a gust of night wind blew, and the whimpering and wailing around became more and more intense, and everyone subconsciously retreated!

It was as if these undead were aware of the invasion of these living people, and even more aware that Yang Jing wanted to further invade their territory, and let out a cry of protest and threat!

Thinking of the wandering ghosts and wild ghosts flying out of the hanging coffin one after another, and the hundred ghosts crying at night and being harassed by Yang Jing, so that the scene of the hundred ghosts walking at night, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their backs.

Yang Jing had already tied the hook and claws, stretched them hard, and then said to everyone: "It's okay, I'll go up and have a look, it won't be long." ”

Sun Erniang still wanted to dissuade her, and even Wang Buliu was a little speechless, but at this time, Feng Ruochen said: "I'll accompany you up, it's safer." ”

Feng Ruochen's light body kung fu is beyond doubt, and with Feng Ruochen's assistance, Yang Jing is even more fearless.

But seeing that Feng Ruochen took out the hook rope, skillfully tied the knot, and then threw the hook rope upward, and the hook rope was firmly wound around the beams and pillars of a hanging coffin.

These beams and pillars are all fine nanmu or ironwood, inserted in the holes that have been dug in the cliff beforehand, and although they have gone through the vicissitudes of life, they are not as rotten as coffins and white bones.

Feng Ruochen pulled the rope hard, and after confirming that it was secure, he wrapped the rope loosely around his waist and was about to start climbing, but Yang Jing walked in front of her, squatted down slightly, pulled up her skirt, and tied a knot.

Although Feng Ruochen was wearing bloomers, the skirt was so lifted by the man, and there were still ripples in his heart, but he smiled a little frivolously: "Little brother, you have finally grown up..."

Yang Jing did not ridicule her like she had been teased by Feng Ruochen countless times before, but raised her head and told her seriously: "Sister Feng, be careful. ”

Feng Ruochen saw that Yang Jing was so serious, and he also restrained his contempt, and after nodding, he gently lifted his breath, stepped on the cliff, like a longitudinal cloud ladder, and exhausted it in one breath, and his right hand was already hanging on the load-bearing beam of the hanging coffin at the bottom!

Feng Ruochen almost relied on his personal ability to climb this cliff, and even the hook and rope were not even auxiliary tools, they could only be regarded as Feng Ruochen's safety rope.

Yang Jing was relieved to see that Feng Ruochen was like this, but seeing that Feng Ruochen was like an ape, he swung his body hard, and the flexible bee waist flicked hard, and the whole person jumped obliquely on the hanging coffin in the upper left!

The hanging coffin has decayed, although the wind is as light as a swallow, but it still creaks when stepped on, and it may collapse at any time!

However, Feng Ruochen turned a blind eye, and the dragonfly borrowed strength from the hanging coffin, and jumped to the hanging coffin on the upper right!

The insurmountable cliff of the hanging coffin in the eyes of others, when it comes to the wind and dust, it is like a child hopscotch on the ground!

Seeing that Feng Ruochen was about to approach the entrance of the cave, she lowered the rope, and Yang Jing honestly climbed up along the rope.

Yang Jing is proficient in hand-to-hand combat sanda, with excellent upper body strength, balanced body strength, good coordination, and a little climbing skills and experience, so it is not too laborious.

However, at this time, there was a commotion among the people who were looking up and worried about Yang Jing and Feng Ruochen below, and Lu Baiyu warned loudly: "Be careful!"

Yang Jing looked up, and his face suddenly became as pale as paper, as if the blood under his skin had receded in an instant!