The morning light is like brocade, and the morning glow is like fire.

The sunlight shining on all things silently climbed over the cliff tops and seeped into the mountains, smearing the newly awakened birds and beasts, the moist grass and trees, the towering rocks, including the mist hanging halfway up the mountain and twisting their waists, all with a layer of charming gold.

After crossing the crossing of the Black Tiger Hall, the mountain situation has changed significantly. The turbulent river turns a sharp bend and descends down the stairs to form a series of cascading waterfalls. The mountain path also becomes light, like a grand symphony, into a constantly jumping, very crisp movement.

Yang Ao and the others hurried up, galloped all the way, and arrived at the three-way junction without half a cup of tea.

Two mottled wooden signs, slanted on the side of the road. The right hand is pointing west, and the word "post road" is written on it, while the left hand is facing east, but it is "plank road".

Xue Yu folded his fan, turned his head and asked, "Why is there no third way you said?"

It stands to reason that between the east and west roads, there should be an old road that crosses the valley floor. Will it be abandoned for many years, and the street signs have been destroyed?

Yang Ao was also confused, looking at Uncle Zhang blankly. When discussing the itinerary at Kenshin Villa, it was his old man who suggested that he take this road, and said that he had walked it more than 20 years ago.

Uncle Zhang trembled and got off the horse, looked at the two street signs for a long time, frowned, and said, "Well, the old man can't recognize it...... This doesn't seem to be the same as it was back then......"

A few words made everyone's hearts cold. Especially Yang Ao, he was a little crazy. The third way is the key to seizing the opportunity and escaping on this trip. Now the horse is in front of the mountain, but there is no way to find it! What can I do?

"You keep thinking about it, but what kind of mark, can that ...... that" Yang Ao gestured incoherently, wishing to drill into the other party's skull, rummaging through the cabinets and digging up some clues. Uncle Zhang also sweated urgently, shook his hands and hiccuped several times, and suddenly his eyebrows jumped, and he raised his voice, "Oh yes! I remember that at that intersection, there was a strange stone several people high! Uh, it looked like a person stretched out his hand to show the way!"

"Is it an ochre-red boulder?" Shi Zhongyue, who was behind him, asked in a loud voice when he heard this.

"Yes, yes, yes, red stone!"

"It should be on the side of the post road, not far from here. Shi Zhongyue nodded very affirmatively. Before, they detoured north through the post road, and had heard the guide introduce the strange stone.

Sure enough, the group traveled about half a mile west from the three-way crossing, and saw a tall rock surrounded by pines and cypresses on the side of the road, with a peculiar shape, like an immortal guiding the way. Following the direction pointed by the stones, down the slope, there is a moss-covered path.

"It's here!" Zhang Bo's eyes lit up, as if he was twenty years younger.

Cautiously, they walked down the steps of the path, and walked for another hour, their clothes covered with dew, until they reached a gentle hillside. The altitude here is much lower than that of the three forks. The vegetation around him was lush and the towering trees weaved a dense net, shielding him from the supposedly strong sunlight. Beneath his feet, ancient vines, roots, and shrubs crisscrossed the city, and the air was filled with a damp green air.

A long-collapsed wooden house, called a flower child, stood alone on the side of the road, and the dilapidated rafters were already crawling with green vines and wild mushrooms. When Uncle Zhang saw it, he said with tears in his eyes like an old friend reuniting: "It's been more than 20 years...... The house is still there, but the people are gone......

After leaving the wooden house and walking safely for more than 20 miles, the terrain in front of me suddenly dropped, and the scene changed again. I saw a large forest of blooming flowers, spread like a carpet in the vast mountain plain. Looking down from above, this flower forest is illuminated by the sun, and it looks very demonic, like a fire cloud burning. Moreover, there seems to be a winding and somewhat dark path, like a huge labyrinth.

Everyone unanimously looked at Uncle Zhang, hoping that he could recall the story of this flower forest. Who knew that Uncle Zhang's eyes widened in surprise, and he stammered: "This, this, this is the Demon Flower of the Ghost Valley! Really, I really didn't expect it, it, it's, it's open now!"

The headless and brainless stammering words made everyone even more confused. They didn't know that in a cold winter more than 20 years ago, Uncle Zhang, who was still called Uncle Zhang at that time, passed by here with a team of people and horses, and saw that the mountains were red and the snow was full of a large red flower forest, and the road that had to pass through it was precisely from it. When the people entered, a strange change occurred, and only Zhang Bo and the other four escaped. Later, when I inquired, this flower is commonly known as the Guigu Devil Flower, also known as the Devil's Flower, also known as the Devil's Flower, which contains deadly toxins, but only blooms in winter. I thought that the flowers would bloom and fall in an orderly manner, but now it is the turn of summer and autumn, so it is estimated that the magic flower has not bloomed, and there will be no danger. Who knows, it is the same as more than 20 years ago, it has bloomed with flowers and branches, dazzling!

It was impossible to turn back, there was a jungle of vines on both sides, and there was no way to follow, so now there was only a way to find a way through the flower forest.

......

"Come! Hurry! Wrap your hands and feet and face tightly!" Uncle Zhang panicked, handed out the clothes to everyone, and kept muttering, "Don't let that magic flower get on your body! Not at all!" -- this is the experience that his peers have exchanged their lives and blood for more than 20 years ago. The four people who escaped at the beginning coincided, and they all wrapped themselves into a zongzi because of the cold weather, leaving only a thin slit in their eyes. And those who were tricked were all poisoned and died on the spot because their exposed faces were stained with petals falling in the wind.

"But what about these mules and horses?"

"Wrap it all!" Zhang Bo replied anxiously. He regretted it now, but there was nothing he could do.

After a lot of scrambling, almost all the available clothes, mattresses, and cloths were put into battle. The six of them wrapped themselves and the eight mules and horses tightly, like the elders of the beggar gang in a hundred clothes, and like mummies that had just slipped out of the pyramids, and looked very clumsy and funny.

"Let's go!"

The mouth is covered with a thick cloth, and the voice sounds muffled. Uncle Zhang took the lead and dragged the reins of the horse, beckoning the men and horses to walk towards the brilliant red cloud.

The sun was unusually bright, and through the gauze that covered the eyes, it was not difficult to see the form of those ghost valley demon flowers. I saw that the petals were like plum blossoms, and they were also like peach blossoms, and there were golden silk stamens. The branches have no leaves, but the branches are like dead fish bones, with thin bone spikes, showing a very awkward and uncomfortable appearance, like a wire that has been twisted into twisted flowers.

Layers of all kinds of bees, butterflies, flies, and insects, large and small, are all dead, most of them rotten and stinky, covered with the dirt and mountain roads under the flowers, creaking when stepping on them, and slippery from time to time.

Everyone understands in their hearts, but they can't speak: these bees and butterflies are tempted by the fragrance of magic flowers, but they are stained with flower poison, and they want to steal the nectar, but who expected it to become other people's flower fertilizer!

What's even more terrifying is that among the flowers in the forest, from time to time you can see the corpses of many animals and even humans, which are basically rotten through their stomachs, revealing dark red flesh and white bones.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly bewitching and beautiful flower forest is actually a graveyard with hidden murderous intentions!

Struggling to overcome the nausea, Yang Ao followed behind Uncle Zhang and walked all the way. However, this tortuous path of flowers and forests seems to never end. The red flowers on both sides face each other, forming endless lanes. I had just crossed a distance of about 100 meters, turned a corner, and the next 100 meters ahead.

It just keeps going through, turning, passing through, turning again...... I don't know how long I walked, but there was a touch of green in front of me.

A touch of long-lost green.

However, his brain was already confused by the red in his eyes, and the gongs and drums were noisy, like opening a water and land dojo. Suddenly, a strange feeling told him that he had seen the truth of death disguised and concealed by the flowery scene, the rancid, decadent, and filthy truth of death......

A chill abruptly rose from the spine, and an awl seemed to burrow out of the belly. Yang Ao shouted, covered his waist and abdomen, and knelt on his knees.

Everyone was startled by the sudden shout and couldn't help but stop. I saw Yang Ao kneeling on the ground in pain, bending over, his back was like a long bow, although he couldn't see the face clearly, it was estimated that he was twisted into a ball and drenched in cold sweat.

"What's wrong!" Uncle Zhang, Yang Ruoqing, and Xue Yu asked in unison.

"I ...... He ......" Yang Ao gritted his teeth and snorted, squeezing out two words that no one could understand. After speaking, his back tightened, his back was facing the sky, and his arms were stretched out to the sky.

Is this ——! going to be like the lake in Qingniuling, demonic and weirdly transformed?!

At the moment when everyone was stunned and exclaimed, at the end of the flower forest mountain path, the ghost valley demon flower that was as dense as a wall suddenly shook violently, and one after another clusters of rouge-like petals swirled, like a rapid dart shooting.

Almost instinctively, the second elder of Songshi drew his long sword and swung it in a circle, blocking the petals. And Xue Yu also quickly opened the folding fan, and fanned out a gust of strong wind, protecting Yang Ruoqing and Zhang Bo.

The petals are like rain, falling one after another, and layer upon layer, paving a straight flower path several zhang long, like a welcoming red carpet, covering those disgusting insect corpses.

A small jade foot, connected with a slender jade leg that was well-proportioned like a lotus root, unbelievably stretched out from behind the crimson flower wall, and gently stepped on the soft flower path. Then, there are the same ice muscles and jade bones, flowing long skirts, graceful waists, proud breasts, and delicate faces......

No one expected that near the exit of this dead flower forest, a woman who was not afraid of flower poison appeared.