After listening to Qian Jia's story, Jiamu was still unsatisfied.

But the caravan is the first place. He struggled to pull his thoughts out of the story. A loud order: "Old and young masters, the people are almost resting, let's get up and hurry up!" Strive to reach the "Devil's Cliff" before dark. Then camped in the neighborhood. ”

Jiamu's order was passed down by the two detachment leaders. I heard the sound of squirming and standing, mixed with the crisp collision of horse bells. Let the silent mountain trail just now add a lot of life.

A team of horses helped Lu walk in an orderly manner.

The sundial collected all the light, and the caravan led by Jiamu melted into the vast night......

Jiamu lit the horse lantern, and with Jiamu's movements, the horse gang members behind also lit the horse lantern one by one.

Jiamu sped up, and Zao Hongma seemed to understand Jiamu's thoughts. Fleet of foot.

With just a few bags of cigarettes, the caravan team led by Jiamu arrived at the foot of the legendary and strange "Ghost Cliff".

Jiamu slowed his horse and stared ahead.

Qian Jia ran over quickly and said to Jiamu on the horse: "Cousin, it's here, this is the Ghost Cliff." ”

Jia Mu hurriedly reined and flew off his horse, looking at the ghost cliff in front of him by the light of the horse lamp.

The Devil's Cliff is hidden in the night. At first glance, nothing special.

When I looked closely, I saw some clues. That is, the stone cliff is towering into the sky, craggy and steep, and the canine teeth are intertwined. After watching it, it makes people's hairs stand on end. Jiamu secretly shuddered.

But he said to Qian Jia quietly: "Uncle Cousin, there is nothing special here, it's getting late, so I greet everyone for dinner." We slept at the foot of the mountain tonight. ”

Qian Jia has an order. Trotting down the order.

After a while, the caravan members used rocks to build a stove and light a fire. A makeshift mountainside caravan dinner is in full swing.

It's a lot of work. Instant makeshift dinner ready.

When a team of horses finished eating, it was already time to fight.

The wind in the mountains was cool, and occasionally I heard a few unknown strange birds chirping, but after a few sounds, they were silent. At this time, the mountains and forests were quiet and a little scary.

After a tiring day, all the men of the horse gang fell asleep.

Only Jiamu is not sleepy, he is the head of the horse pot, he is the leader, he wants to straighten out the daily itinerary of the caravan, see where it needs to be improved, and include it in the agenda. It is important to plan your itinerary for the next day. It can be arranged to be handy.

Straighten out the details of the caravan in your heart. Just about to close my eyes. The legend of the ghost flute cliff told by Qian Jia suddenly came out of his mind, and he muttered to himself: Uncle Cousin doesn't seem to have explained it thoroughly, who played the flute? Is the story true? Why didn't my father mention it to me?

This series of question marks made Jiamu unable to sleep.

He tiptoed to Qian Jia, who was three or five steps away from him.

Pushed Qian Jia, who had just fallen asleep, with his hand: "Hey! Uncle Cousin, did you sleep? ”

Qian Jia muttered impatiently: "Who, it's so late, I'm so tired, go to sleep!" I'm going to be on my way tomorrow morning......"

It was precisely because of Qian Jia's unintentional refusal that Jiamu was invisibly pushed to a dead end.

Jiamu looked at Qian Jia, who had just fallen asleep, and was really reluctant to call it a second time. He knew very well that the people who drove the horse gang worked harder than anyone else, and rode on horseback almost all day. The caravan has a saying: the sun shines on the top, and the sweat is poured below. The skull is wrapped around the trousers, and the lifeline is covered by the gods.

It is not difficult to see from the saying that the caravan is very hard and dangerous. Its dangers and hardships transcend any industry.

Jiamu quietly returned to his position, and a small sound of the horse's nose came, and Jiamu secretly laughed and said, "The old man didn't sleep, waiting for me?" The jujube red horse also seemed to be popular, and another snort sounded as an answer to Jiamu's question.

Jiamu felt the spiritual communication between people and horses, so he was very comfortable, so he said: "Horses, go to sleep!" You've had a hard day, too! ”

In a moment, the jujube red horse sounded a slight sound.

As soon as Jiamu was about to fall asleep, he heard a voice not far away, ethereal and desolate......

Slowly passed into Jiamu's ear drums. Jiamu began to feel that it was an illusion, thinking that he was the result of a day's work. But the sound got closer and closer, as if it was close at hand.

This time, Jiamu heard it clearly, it was a kind of flute sound. The voice is like a cry, and the sorrow haunts the soul......

At this time, Jiamu's scalp was numb. I want to confirm that the sound is real.

So I pinched my wrist hard, and my wrist was aching.

Jiamu finally believes that Xiaoyin is real and close at hand.

Jiamu tried to plug his ears with a handkerchief, but to no avail.

That Xiao Yin is like a kind of magic that is restraining Jiamu. Jiamu's head seemed to explode. He tried his best not to be disturbed by the strange ghost flute.

When Jiamu was helpless, the jujube red horse came to Jiamu slowly, and rubbed Jiamu's forehead sensibly, which was regarded as comfort.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Jiamu's mind at this time, "Jin Ji! Yes, Watchman Kim is using the time. But when I rummaged through all the packages on the horse's body, I didn't see the shadow of Watchman.

Jiamu was urged by the ghost flute, and walked involuntarily towards the place where the sound of the flute started......

The jujube red horse walked quickly in front of Jiamu and leaned down to signal Jiamu to sit down.

The ghost of Jiamu sat on the jujube red horse like a god, and walked in the direction of Xiao Yin, getting farther and farther away from the caravan camping place......

Approaching the ghost cliff, because the road is too narrow, it can only accommodate one person to walk, and Jiamu is afraid that his beloved horse will stumble and fall off the cliff. Just in front of the horse pulled the reins. As everyone knows, his act of love cost him and his horse's life.

Those who really understand horses, when the horse cowers and pulls the horse under the horse, he will hold the whip in his left hand on the left side of the horse and drive it slowly, and when he is on the right, he will use the whip in his right hand to drive away, and he must not pull the horse in front of the horse. Then the horse will feel threatened. It will fear, get angry, and then rebel. Because Jiamu is the first time to act as Ma Guotou, he doesn't know much about these taboos.

When I started to go up the mountain, the mountain road was still flat and wide, and the more I walked to the top of the mountain, the steeper the mountain was getting narrower and narrower. The strange sound of the flute became more and more urgent. The sound was like a cracked silk, and it was like a broken gong......

The combination of them makes people nervous, painful, and most unbearable. At this moment, Jiamu's main concern is not about himself, but about his beloved horse not having an accident. He devoted all his energy to the horse.

As everyone knows, death is approaching Jiamu step by step......

At this moment, there was a pair of eyes staring at Jiamu behind the ghost cliff. He held a jade flute in his hand.

When Jiamu struggled to tighten the reins for the second time, the jujube red horse's head was raised, his front hooves slipped, and his body arched forward twice, and then he jumped a few times in a row, and suddenly fell into the ghost cliff, and because of the powerful inertia, Jiamu was also brought down the ghost cliff.

"Ah......h

This sound is no less than thunder. Woke up the sleeping caravans.