"Your generation always says that things are people," looking at the familiar and unfamiliar plants and trees, Bai Tong couldn't help but sigh and sigh, "I still have the original impression, but this forest is 'people are not things either'." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

With Han Feng's gaze, Bai Tong saw a silver fir tree. The tree was straight and tall, reaching up to the sky, and it looked like it was about seventy or eighty years old, but it was still a new thing for Bai Tong, who had been away from Yidi for more than a hundred years. Its attention was focused on the base of the tree, where there was a large hole surrounded by green moss.

"I remember there used to be a stream here. The white boy tried to think back to the past years to discern the path of the forest today, "There was a large flat rock next to the stream. Every day, many people come to the stones to wash their clothes...... They are singing mountain songs, which are really good. ”

Bai Tong's voice suddenly became low, which made Han Feng feel uncomfortable when he heard it: I wonder if his mother used to sing mountain songs while washing clothes without worries before leaving this forest. Most of the Yi people's mountain songs are love songs, so when these girls sing, have they ever thought about who the "elder brother" in the song is, and whether they have imagined that they will become the one who stays and be with their sweethearts?

Bai Tong hummed the mountain song softly, in this song, Han Feng remembered many things, and the voice echoing in his ears gradually changed from Bai Tong's sharp and out of tune mountain song to another song that he had only heard once.

The song was very sad, the singer's voice was hoarse, and when it was serious, it was not as good as Bai Tong's singing, but that word had always been engraved in Han Feng's heart.

"Daijin Pond, Daijin Pond.

Yi girl, Yi girl, what innocent, what innocent!

Traveling 30,000 miles, thinking of the homeland.

Jun is a stranger, and he is a prisoner.

In four or five years, half of them have died.

Oh - this endless tears of the daughter, the bones of the other country that cannot be buried!"

At this time, when I arrived at the place where all this originated, and when I thought of this song again, I felt that the words in it were blood, and every sentence was full of tears.

And this piece of woodland, originally a large settlement of the Ajin people a hundred years ago, it is obvious that after the Yi people were suppressed, this settlement was also abandoned, and after nearly a hundred years of vicissitudes of wind and rain, it has become a barren land.

The three of them went around the forest in a big circle, hoping to find some broken bricks and tiles, but after the passage of time, these things had already turned into dust, and after searching for a long time, they finally found a few pieces of iron under the silver fir tree that were so broken that they could hardly see what they were, and those iron pieces had already had red rust spots, and they turned into powder at a slight touch.

Seeing that the sunspot was still stunned at the pile of powder, Han Feng asked curiously, "What do you think it's for?"

Kuroko frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I think...... I seem to have seen this little piece of iron. ”

"Oh?" Han Feng wasn't surprised that Kuroko would feel this way. After all, Kuroko has lived in Elephant City for more than thirty years, and his understanding of Yiren is not surprising. What he didn't expect, however, was that Kuroko knew this not only because of his life experience, but also because of his "work".

Together, these pieces of iron form a lock.

Dealing with this kind of thing every day, Kuroko really knows that the lock is "turned into ashes". According to him, where there are locks, there must be doors, and if they really want to find things, they should look for these "doors".

Han Feng couldn't help but smile secretly after hearing this, thinking to himself that God knows where these doors are now. Maybe the door will decay, the lock will fall to the ground, and the things in the door will long be returned to heaven and earth. However, he was still standing in place, and he heard Kuroko suddenly cry: "Found it!"

Locked next to the silver fir tree, which turned out to be the door.

The lower part of the tree was almost completely empty, and further down was the source of the stream that Bai Tong had mentioned, but now the source was blocked by heavy sand and gravel, and there was no trace of water except for a slight dampness. Above the sand and rocks are empty tree holes.

It stands to reason that the Silver Fir Tree should have been dense and thick, so when Han Feng was outside the tree, he never thought that the tree was completely empty. And the empty trunk was half leaning against the stone rock behind it, and this door opened on the stone rock.

It was a huge project, and it seems that it began when the tree was about fifty years old. However, judging by the abandonment of the lock, it is likely that the project was completed not long after it began.

According to Han Feng's strength, the stone rock shook slightly twice and was pushed aside, a heavy mildew gas was released, Han Feng hurriedly drilled out of the tree hole, and looked up, the sunspot had already climbed onto the silver fir tree without knowing when.

Wanrou was still sitting in the open space on the side, taking care of the dry food that the three of them were going to eat when they were on the road next.

Now that he knew that there must be something behind Shi Yan, Han Feng was not in a hurry, but instead shouted at the sunspot to go down the tree, and several people worked together to build the tree house where they were going to live overnight.

Originally, the silver fir tree should have been a good treehouse support, but now that he knew that there was nothing under the tree, Han Feng didn't dare to build the treehouse on top of it again. Fortunately, there were several tall silver fir trees growing next to the tree, so the two treehouses were quickly built, and by this time it was already dark.

In the evening, a light rain fell in the forest, which made the three of them a little embarrassed. The most important thing is that this light rain has drenched the surrounding branches, resulting in no dry firewood for the fire at night, which makes it dangerous to stay in the deep forest at night.

In addition to cold-blooded animals such as snakes and pythons that need the warmth of fire, the beasts in the forest are afraid of fire. Although Han Feng may not be afraid of those fierce beasts, he really doesn't want to be able to sleep peacefully at night. However, Kuroko had an idea, and first turned his gaze to the empty silver fir in the cave: "Why don't we go and see what is in the cave, if it's empty, we don't necessarily have to live in the tree house." ”

It's a good idea. Han Feng cast a appreciative look at Kuroko. The three of them patiently waited for the mildew in the tree hole to dissipate, and after making sure that there was no more poisonous gas, they finally took the lead in the nimble sunspot and rushed into the cave, followed by Han Feng.

The cavern was unexpectedly dry, and even the walls were covered in dust, and compared to the turquoise moss that was everywhere outside, it looked like two worlds, and there was no sign of an underground stream here.

But what Kuroko and Han Feng noticed was not how abnormal the dry and wet conditions of this cave were, the first thing they saw was the dense corpses in the cave.

These people have long been turned into dried corpses, and at this moment, because of the influx of outside air, corpses are constantly shattered and even turned into dust. Many people were wearing clothes that Han Feng had never seen before, and some were wearing cloaks similar to those sold at the Xiangcheng Night Market. However, before he could see clearly, the corpses were all crushed and scattered, and they were gone.

Han Feng and Heizi were shocked by the scene in front of them and were silent for a long time, while Bai Tong was stabbed by this scene and remained silent for a long time.

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