"At that time, there were ants crawling on the walls of the cave. I didn't see clearly. The patterns were discovered by me because the ants were afraid to climb up in the place they portrayed." I said.

"No, there must be something you ignore here. You can wait here and don't move, I'll go down and take a look." Chen Mo said, and was about to jump down.

I grabbed Chen Mo's hand, "The cave is full of ants, and those ants are beyond ordinary people. If you continue like this, you will be gnawed to the point of no bones," I said.

"I have a sense of responsibility."

Chen Mo broke free from my hand and jumped into the cave without saying a word.

"Chen Mo, are you okay?" I asked lying at the entrance of the cave.

Chen Mo illuminated his face with a flashlight and compared a gesture of ok to me.

I don't know what Chen Mo saw in that painting, but there must be his reason for his actions, so we didn't make any noise and waited at the entrance of the cave.

Zhang Jisheng and Wang Zhishui were guarding the entrance of the cave, paying attention to the news about Chen Mo below. The old man found a stone that felt no danger and sat down, and then put dry tobacco leaves into the chimney.

"Chen Mo, are you okay?" I asked again.

"Very good, don't worry." Chen Mo replied.

I was covered in mud in the cave. At this moment, I was exposed to the sun and the mud on my clothes was dry. My body became very itchy. Seeing that Chen Mo was really fine, I spoke to Zhang Jisheng and Wang Zhishui, and walked a little further away to a small pool to clean.

The small pool is surrounded by the primeval forests. I looked at the mountains in the distance, winding north and south, and the undulating and undulating rivers circling from the depths of Wawu Mountain. The valley is deep and the dangerous cliffs stand tall. Many tributaries on both sides of the river flow enter the river vertically. The drop is very large. The water flow roars and roars at the bottom of the valley, and there are many waterfalls and dangerous shoals. I can't help but sigh at the magic of nature.

In this mountain, I don’t know how many unknown dangers are waiting for us.

Why do I need to build the ancestral hall in the deep mountains? It seems that this is the first time I have been thinking about this question. Is it really like the professor described in his notes? Is this ancient temple the Qingqiang Si? Is the river in front of me the Qingyi River?

I have read my grandfather’s collection of books before, as if it were recorded in "Shuowen Jiezi": The Qiang people held large-scale sacrificial activities on the Qingjiang River every year to pay tribute to the Cancong clan. The old man also said that the ancient temple was built in the water. Could it be that the black jade hidden in the ancient temple was left by the Cancong clan?

But in this case, how should we explain the two pieces of black jade that my father and the professor have? Did they bring it out from Wawu Mountain? Is the black jade one or more?

I suddenly remembered the recording pen I picked up in the cave, and hurriedly took it out and then connected it with a power bank.

Once the power is plugged in, a red light on the recorder starts to flash.

It wasn't broken yet, I hurriedly pressed the play button on the recorder.

The sound of the river rolling loudly, and the quality of the recorder felt average. And it was probably very windy when recording. At the beginning, there was a buzzing white noise, mixed with human voices, which was hard to hear clearly.

The recording was intermittent, and the noise continued to appear, so I basically didn't hear what was said in the recording clearly.

However, the man and woman who were talking in the recording sounded very familiar.

I was not sure, and trembling with my hands, found the volume control button, turned the sound to the maximum, and then put the sound cylinder to my ears. This time, the sound became clear and it was two people talking.

"Vinson, we probably can't get out."

"Don't be afraid, no matter how weird the Misty Pond is, we have come out, what can this hole be like?"

"Vinson, I know that you are not interested in Black Jade. All you do is for me."

"I can do anything for you. However, from the beginning, the Zhou family has been entangled in it and it has nothing to do with you. Or, it may not be necessary for me to implicate you."

"What we are most sorry for is the child, Cang'er, who shouldn't have been Cang'er."

"Stop talking, no need to record, we can go out."

"blue…"

The conversation suddenly stopped and the recording was finished.

The recording pen in my hand also fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, I sat on the ground.

The dialogue in the recording is a conversation between my father and mother.

In an instant, countless questions surged into my mind.

What happened to the Zhou family?

My father said that the Zhou family had been entangled in it from the beginning, which refers to grandparents?

Why does everyone in the Zhou family seem to be completely different from before?

What does the mother's words "Cang'er shouldn't have been Cang'er originally."

Why did my parents come here to look for black jade?

Suddenly, I felt that this unknown black jade became so scary, as if it could attract everyone, including myself.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a little scared to face the black jade in the ancient temple that I don’t know if it exists.

I suddenly felt very tired. I was already full of doubts in the old house of Zhou. The photo of me and my grandparents left by the professor suddenly popped up in the Wawu Mountain. Now the recording of my parents appears again...

What exactly is hidden in all this?

"Zhou Cang, Zhou Cang, come here quickly, Chen Mo seems to be missing."

Xiangyu's voice came from the riverside, and I hurriedly put away the recorder and ran back quickly.
Chapter completed!