Looking back at the mountains behind him, it really seems like a mystery.

The Bronze Tablet of the West King, the mysterious Copper House, and the Copper Mountain, is the inside of the mountain really copper?

If it were possible, he would have peeled back the soil of the mountain and taken a closer look at what was going on inside.

This mountain is just one of the Kunlun Mountains, what secrets does this area hide?

"Gotta get out of here, if the three-headed creature rushes down, it's going to be extremely dangerous. ”

A few days ago, there was an earthquake, there were many big cracks in the mountain, and here at the foot of the mountain is no exception.

By accident, he saw a stone in a crack in the ground, more than three inches high, boxy, and with a very regular shape, which is rare.

Yu Wenfeng picked it up casually and continued on the road.

I don't know if it's an illusion, along the way, Yu Wenfeng always felt something strange in his body, very subtle, and occasionally touched a trace of warmth, flowing in the flesh and blood.

If you think about it carefully, it disappears again, and if you don't care about it, it appears again inadvertently.

Delusion, or body allergies?

He wondered, was his perception disordered?

"It started with this hand. ”

He spread out his left hand, and the first time he noticed it was in the palm of his left hand, but there was nothing there.

"The four petals had inexplicably dried up in my left hand. ”

Yu Wenfeng pondered this matter while hurrying, he felt that it was not so simple, this matter was a little strange, which made him very uneasy.

The petals had scattered white mist, and there were spots of light, which were strange no matter how you looked at them.

The bronze Kunlun Mountain behind him really shocked his original concept today, which was subversive and made him have to think about it more.

"Those three creatures are not ordinary, they are fighting for the flower on the tree, and they should be harmless. ”

Although he had some concerns, Yu Wenfeng felt that this flower should be harmless to the body, otherwise how could it lead rare fierce beasts to fight and fight desperately.

He shook his head, didn't think about it for the time being, and strode towards the herdsman's house.

At night, the vast plateau is exceptionally quiet, and occasionally a beast's roar is heard in the distance, which adds to a sense of emptiness and desolation.

Yu Wenfeng stayed at the herdsman's house, and he decided to embark on the return journey tomorrow.

At night, he read quietly, and at the same time experienced the warm current of the earlier time, but it was unpredictable, it seemed to be nothing, and he didn't know if there would be any changes.

After a long time, he sighed lightly: "Let it be." ”

Because, trying in every possible way, the more he cares and pays attention to it, the more he can't notice it, and on the contrary, if he doesn't pay attention to it, he can vaguely realize it.

"Pollen, catalysts. Yu Wenfeng read these words softly, and he suddenly thought of one thing.

When she graduated and left school, Qin Lan's family sent a car to pick her up, and vaguely mentioned these words, but they were a little far away, and he couldn't hear them clearly.

Although they broke up, he still wanted to send her off at that time, but seeing that the Qin family was slightly indifferent and looked at him indifferently, Yu Wenfeng only waved his hand and left.

Slightly distracted, he inadvertently saw a stone beside him.

"The shape of this stone is so regular. ”

He weighed the stone in the tent, and although it was a cube, the edges were edgeless and slightly smooth, as if polished, and somewhat rounded.

If you look closely, there are blurred veins on the stones, is this a natural formation?

The lines are very dull, and it is easy to ignore them if you don't look closely.

"Is it a man-made trace?"

When he was at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, he didn't care about it at all, he just felt that it was very regular, so he picked it up, thinking about the matter of Tongshan along the way, and absentmindedly threw it in his hand and brought it back.

Now, he suddenly appeared, and there was something special about this stone.

Yu Wenfeng washed the stones and looked carefully under the lamplight.

The stone was three inches tall and grayish-brown, with some very faint veins surrounding it, like vines and naturally formed marks, very old.

Is it paleolithic tools left behind by ancient tribes?

Yuwenfeng turned over and looked at the traces, and suddenly, there was a soft click, which was slightly harsh in this quiet night.