The fat man gasped and wiped the water from his face that blurred his eyes.

He shouted excitedly, "I brought the wooden fish out!" But he suddenly looked at Wu Xie and the little brother with sad and painful eyes.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and an indescribable despair welled up in his heart, and he looked back at what he was holding in his hand, and he couldn't believe it.

It was indeed a man, but it was not a wooden fish, but a coiled horse that had been dead for a long time.

Panma's speckled face had begun to decay, rapidly decaying from his facial features, and in less than a moment it had completely melted into transparent water.

The fat man looked at the empty palm, there were silver scales flashing in the palm of his hand, the blood vessels under the skin bulged with a pimple, his vision began to blur, and gradually, the little brother Wu Xie in front of him was covered by the fog and disappeared.

How many times has this been?

He can't remember, and he'll forget it soon.

He felt that he was really sleepy and wanted to fall asleep, but he always remembered what was preventing him from sleeping, as if if he would lose something very important to him.

His eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and the fat man felt as if he had forgotten a lot of things, why was he here? He had forgotten something after all.

The fat man slapped himself twice, causing him to breathe in pain, and the stimulation of the pain also made him a little sober.

In the drowsiness, in the fog, an incomparably large ghostly black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, towering into the clouds, the surface was dark and deep, and countless strange incantation-like words were engraved on it, as if a stele suddenly fell from the sky.

The fat man stood beneath the stele, as small as an ant standing at the feet of a giant.

He groaned in his heart, and although he couldn't understand the strange situation at the moment, he still tried to stare at the words with wide eyes, and wanted to memorize more, and then write to the naïve so that he could recognize what was written on them.

But the tadpole words seemed to move, and whenever his attention was fixed on a small part of it, the words began to twist and dance, and it was dizzying.

The fat man was so angry that he scolded a few words, and stretched out his hand to hold it down to the girl, but he was pressed into the air, and his head fell into the clouds.

I didn't feel the door of my head being hit, and when I looked up, I found that the stele had spontaneously moved back a few inches, just to avoid the fat man who fell.

"Weird? Is this monument hard or alive? ”

At this moment, the fat man is like Bi Ma Wen, who has just entered the heavenly court and has been crowned official, curious and funny about the strangeness in front of him, but he did not lose his mind and become angry or anything, but began to think about whether he was dreaming.

But the two slaps just now were honestly slapped on the face, and he still feels that his cheeks hurt, this is a dream, so it's too real.

He stared at the stele for a few moments, and his brain began to think about how to deal with it, still using the enumeration method he was most familiar with to rule out the impossible existence.

First, suppose it's a dream, but a dream that's too real is actually a false manifestation of itself.

Second: Assuming that it is an illusion, then where does this hallucination come from, why does it happen, and for some reason he always feels as if someone has hollowed out a piece of his brain.

Thirdly, if this is calculated, this can be combined with the second point, that he was calculated at some point and hallucinated, and this hallucination is still manifested in the form of dreams.

His way of thinking has always been simple, when he encounters things that he can't understand, he first doubts the rationality of everything, to put it bluntly, he just feels that someone is playing with him, if it is not a person, then there is a ghost playing with him.

The situation in front of you is an impossible situation in reality, which is very unreasonable, so dreams are fake, hallucinations are also fake, and only being calculated by others is real.

figured out the trick inside, the fat man was furious, which of the eight lambs on the dog day was playing your fat master behind his back?

I don't know what the situation is now, if they want to be recruited, they must have been recruited together.

Who is the one who calculates them? Could it be that the Zhang family is one of those gods and ghosts?

He doesn't think that those Germans with simple heads who advocate smashing people violently with wealth can have this kind of profound ghostly tricks that have been passed down in China for 5,000 years.

After knowing the scheming, the fat man made up his mind, since he knew that he was calculated, it would be easy to do.

He first yelled and cursed a few words, and after the scolding was dry and useless, he calmed down, walked a few steps forward, and before the stele could react, he closed his eyes and rushed into the dark stele with a fierce stab.

He felt a lot of rain quickly drifting around him, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was trapped in a shadowy mist, which was very moist and felt cold when it floated over people's faces.

The fat man looked around, he should have entered the black stele by now, but the illusion was not broken, but his mind was completely awake at this time.

Since he was able to burrow into the heavy stele without any obstacles, it meant that the thing was not physical, and coupled with the rain and mist on his skin, he suspected that this thing was actually a kind of rainbow-like phantom.

Either it is a natural phenomenon formed by the refraction and total reflection of light like a mirage, or it is something like a projector of consciousness, and someone outside the dream is deliberately guiding him to see this thing, similar to the legendary ghost blindfolding, and the 'ghost' wants him to see whatever he wants, he sees.

But none of this mattered, the fat man raised his feet and walked out of the stele again, staring at the huge building close at hand, only to find that the words on it were not words, but a kind of complicated and strange pattern.

"Ge Laozi." The fat man muttered.

I don't know what mechanism this sentence opened, and the situation in front of me suddenly began to tremble, but in a moment, it had collapsed to the point that only a small area under the fat man's feet remained.

The stele disappeared at the same time as the earthquake struck, and a narrow staircase appeared in the original place, and the fat man did not care much, and hurriedly ran up the staircase, and the staircase behind him also continued to crumble, and it was getting closer and closer.

The fat man looked back, and his eyes almost fell out in fright, "His mother's!" His mother's! ”

The speed at which the stairs collapsed was very fast, and the fat man did not dare to delay at all, and exerted the fastest running speed in his life, but in the end he still couldn't escape, because the stairs in front of him also began to collapse.

Seeing that the end was in sight, a second before the collapse was close to his feet, the fat man jumped and hung on the platform at the end of the stairs.

He had already grabbed it, but in the vast space there was only him and the stone platform he was holding, there was no place to borrow strength under his feet, and the palms of his hands were constantly slipping due to sweating, and finally, his trembling arms could not support his heavy body.

With a wail, the fat man fell into the endless abyss below.

The nightmare ends here—

The fat man's eyelids, awakened by the sound of the bell, only moved slightly, and he fell asleep with his head tilted.

When he woke up from a deep sleep, he only remembered that he saw the death of the two people he cared about the most, and in the loop he tried to stop the clouds and the wooden fish countless times.

However, every time he thought he had managed to cross that death point, after taking a few more steps, he would find that he still couldn't avoid the death of the two.

Wu Xie commented sharply, "Actually, it's not that you can't wake up, but you don't want to wake up." ”

The fat man smiled bitterly, "No wonder Muyu is so powerful, but it still has to pay such a big price to change the ending." ”

"And do you know what can be made forever?" Wu Xie's voice was as light as a snowflake falling slowly outside the window.

The fat man was a little dazed, and he didn't know why, "What is it?" ”

Wu Xie used the word 'wooden fish' on the table with peanuts to shake up the mess and sighed.

"It's the end, and as long as it's over, it's forever."

……

The day before departure, Zhang Qixun came to the patio for the last time to clear the snow.

The sky is as pure as blue jade, and in the endless snow white, only the person's Tibetan robe as red as a maple stands in the vast wind and snow, and in the bleak eyes, there is only that little residual warmth.

The sound of the lama's chanting is like an ethereal lament, the cold wind blows from the snow in the distance, and the place blocked by the temple wall is cold, but it is not too lonely because of the company.

Patting off the broken snow on the Tibetan robe, Zhang Qixun tied the last pure white hada to the stone statue, and then sat by the stone statue, looking at the three snowmen sitting quietly at the chess table, quietly in a daze, their pale faces almost transparent under the light of the candlelight.

Dan walked to the entrance of the corridor of the small courtyard and looked silently at the few dark shadows in the courtyard.

He remembered the first time he saw Zhang Qixun from the sacrificial temple, this person was covered in blood, his breath was empty, he was obviously fragile like a dying butterfly, but his eyes were as bright as glass beads in the night.

But at that time, the man's eyes were empty, and the sockets contained only a pair of beautiful beads, black and white, and nothing could fit into them.

Dan didn't understand Ringorawa's insistence at that time, but he just felt that this person couldn't be saved, and there were usually people on the snowy mountains who were detained by Joan Migo's soul, and such people couldn't survive without sanity in the end.

But Ringorawa could see that the reason why he was still holding on to that breath was because he was thinking, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Later, his body gradually healed and did not change anything, and Master Rengo said that his soul was only imprisoned somewhere in his body by himself, and time was constantly tossing and turning, and there was always a day when the mountains and rivers were concentrating and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into it.

Dan thought to himself that this living shell might also become the thought of Lord Rengo, or maybe it would be abandoned after ten years of finding it useless, and Lord Rengo's patience always lasts.

But since returning to the lama temple, Dan has obviously found that this person's soul consciousness has returned to the shell, is it because his thoughts have finally appeared, maybe.

Only occasionally met his eyes, and the fog was shrouded in them, and he still couldn't see through what he was thinking.

——

The majestic snow-capped mountains stretch for thousands of miles, the snow line is endless, and the wind carries the mournful cry from the depths of the soul, and the voice is hoarse.

It began to snow in the evening on the first day of entering the mountain, but it was not heavy, but the wind was raging and exhausted, and it continued for three days, and the blizzard tended to get worse.

Zhang Qixun and his entourage of five people were all wrapped in strict windproof mountaineering cotton clothes, wearing mountaineering snow goggles, and kept hurrying according to the map.

Because he had the experience of going up Changbai Mountain and did not reach the most dangerous place, although there were difficulties in the journey, it was not impossible to overcome.

At their current pace, they still have at least two weeks to go before they reach their destination, the Sacred Lake of Umbugongga.

Towards evening, they found a cliff cave that was barely sheltered from the wind and was not covered by snow.

Zhang Haixing defaulted to being the team leader, raised her hand and motioned for everyone to wait outside for a while, while she herself went inside to explore the situation first.

It stands to reason that such caves are likely to be inhabited by large snow-capped animals, but the traces they found within five meters of the entrance were all left a long time ago, at least more than half a month.

Tonight's wind and snow are too big, even if the tent camping a few days ago is now firmly established, I am afraid that it will still be blown up by the wind in the second half of the night, and it will not be good to hurt people at that time.

After Zhang Haixing went in, she turned on a flashlight, and didn't go far before she stepped on the rotten white bones piled up on the ground into a hill, she flipped through them at will, and saw the rotten bones of the horns in it, she judged that this should be the bones of a wild antelope based on her own experience, and there were many sharp and rough bite marks on the bones, so she couldn't tell what kind of carnivorous beast traces.

She picked up the walkie-talkie and called the people outside, "Feng, I found a lot of bones inside, it's been some time, you come in and help identify it." ”

Feng himself is still an associate professor of zoology, specializing in art, and when he heard Zhang Haixing's call, he glanced at Zhang Qixun who was leaning on the cave wall to mark the map, because among all the people present, only Zhang Qixun had the highest force value, and Zhang Haixing, the leader of the team, really existed in name only.

It got dark very quickly on the snowy mountain, and in the blink of an eye, the snow line outside was already black and numb, Wu Xie couldn't stand the cold, hung up the warm lamp and urged the fat man to light the smokeless stove with materials to warm his hands.

Sensing Feng's eyes, Zhang Qixun put the map back into his backpack and told Wu Xie and the others, "You two be careful here, I'll go in and have a look." ”

The fat man patted the gun on his waist, "Don't worry, the fat man's marksmanship is first-class." ”

Wu Xie also nodded, and threw two pieces of dried ginger into a small pot with hot water boiling on a smokeless stove.

Zhang Qixun walked out of the cave, set up a few serial sentries around the cave about ten meters away, and then returned to the cave and walked inside with Feng.

Walking to the side of the pile of animal bones, Zhang Haixing's footprints had already gone further inside, and it was estimated that he couldn't wait to take the first step.

Feng picked a relatively intact tibia and looked at it according to the light, "It is indeed the remains of an antelope, but the bite marks on it are a bit strange." ”

"What's weird?" Zhang Qixun took it and looked at it, and groped with his fingertips a few times, "These marks don't seem to have been left by the same beast." (End of chapter)