As the sun sets in the west, you can hear the flapping of birds' wings from time to time in the forest. Those birds in high places are not easy to deal with, but things like pheasants, wild ducks and the like are easier to hunt.

Most people will be confused when they enter the woods, but I am very good at finding my way. I was used to living in the mountains when I was a child. Later, for a while, I even sold 'Hei Zhen', which is wild fungus, and I often went into the mountains.

, so it is not difficult for me to find a way to hunt for wild food in the mountains.

Not long after, I found traces of some animals. The three-striped footprints should be those of pheasants. Pheasant meat is generally not very fat, but the meat is rich in flavor and can be eaten in a variety of ways. Of course, it is now

It is not recommended to eat these, because as the environment is destroyed, these things have become less and less, and now people have become more aware of protection.

I remember when I was a kid, there were a lot of pheasants in the mountains, and we often hunted them. We didn’t have shotguns, so we used slingshots. Pheasants don’t run as fast as rabbits or birds, but their hearing is very sensitive. They often scurry away when people get close to them.

There is no trace. But as long as you can get within four meters of them, they generally can't run away.

I followed the footprints and moved forward cautiously. Not long after, I saw a red-necked pheasant, strutting and pecking in the grass. It was about 20 meters away from me. I had to approach carefully to avoid being noticed by it.

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I was about to go there when I suddenly heard a bang and the pheasant fell down in the grass. I didn't realize why at first. It wasn't until a fat man rushed out and twisted the pheasant that I suddenly realized that there was someone there.

Shots were fired.

I have seen shotguns, but what the man was holding was a small pistol.

How can an ordinary person have a pistol?

Take a closer look at the man's appearance. Hey, isn't it the fat bald man? Why did he also enter the valley?

If it was a coincidence before, then something is wrong now. It seems that the identity of these two people is not as simple as it seems.

Since the fat bald man had a gun in his hand, I couldn't figure out what they were doing, so I didn't say anything, hid in the grass, watched the direction in which the fat man left, and followed quietly.

It turned out that this person was also camping at the mouth of the valley, not far away from us. The little beauty was sitting next to the fire, and the bald man washed the pheasant and roasted it on the fire.

While saying: "Is there really a treasure in that place? What if it doesn't work?"

The little beauty sat by the fire, looking proud, and scolded: "Useless things, I say I have them. If you want to survive, just do things for me. If you dare to have second thoughts, be careful of your life."

The fat bald man shrank for a moment and quickly laughed with him: "It was my fault, look at my ugly mouth." After saying this, he did not dare to say any more, and the two of them did not say anything else while they were having a proper barbecue.

I just feel strange in my heart. This bald fat man looks quite rich, and he has a gun in his hand. What is his background? However, no matter what this fat man does, he is definitely not a good person. Why does he treat this little beauty

So taboo?

What is the treasure he is talking about?

Is it possible that there are other places where treasures are hidden in this mountain?

The two people didn't continue to talk. I waited for a while, knowing that I wouldn't hear any other news. If I stayed any longer, Doufu would see that I was not coming back, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn't look for me everywhere. His pig brain,

If we get separated, we will lose more than we gain.

Thinking of this, I immediately pulled away and left, thinking that it would be better to do less than to do more. No matter what the treasure is, the things in the tomb of Ghost King Yulong are enough for us to swallow. These two people are not good friends, so we should keep away from them.

The distance was good, so we immediately returned quietly. On the way back, we caught a rabbit and planned to grill it with tofu. But when we arrived at our camp, except for the bonfire that was about to go out, there was no sign of tofu anywhere on the ground.

Not only that, even our backpacks were missing. It was obvious that this guy Tofu ran away.

I don't believe in others, but I do believe in Tofu. He couldn't leave me alone for no reason. Something must have happened. I walked to the fire, alert and paying attention to the clues around me.

, and soon I saw some yellow mud that had been rubbed out.

It's as if someone fell on dry soil and their shoes lifted up a layer of soil.

The yellow mud marks continued intermittently all the way forward. I made a rough guess in my mind. Doufu must have encountered something at that time. He was so frightened that he picked up his baggage. He had no time to leave a mark for me, so he stumbled forward.

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What could it be? There are many wild beasts and tigers in these high mountains. Could it be that Doufu encountered some wild beast? What should we do?

I followed the footprints all the way forward, pulled out the dagger, and was very alert. Then, the mud prints disappeared in front of a big tree. I immediately looked up, and sure enough, a pair of people were revealed on the high branches of the tree.

Although I couldn't see my upper body, I recognized the trouser legs and shoes. Aren't they just tofu?

What is he hiding up there for?

Is there any danger on this ground?

I subconsciously looked under my feet. There was nothing unusual about the flat ground, which made me feel a little confused. I called out to the tree: "Xiaodou, what are you playing?"

Hearing my voice, the man in the tree moved, crouched down, stuck out his head, and looked at me. His dark eyes rolled around. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm finally gone." He slid along the trunk of the tree.

When I came down, I seemed to be frightened. Before I could say anything, I said, "Pervert, how unlucky are you? Why am I so unlucky following you?"

I knew something was wrong, so I asked calmly: "What happened just now?"

Tofu said that he was sitting baking socks and waiting for me to come back. Suddenly he felt itchy under his buttocks. He stretched out his hand and touched a fat yellow ant. He didn't care at the time, just pressed the ant to death and continued to bake. The result

Within a minute, he heard dense rustling sounds in his ears. Looking around, he saw countless yellow ants crawling out of the ground around him and swarming towards him.

The overwhelming posture scared him so much that he picked up his things and ran away. While running, he discovered that the yellow ants were afraid of the 'camphor tree', so he hid in the tree nearby. But he was short-sighted and could climb very high.

After that, the yellow ants were the same color as the soil, and it was difficult to distinguish them clearly. I didn't know if those things were gone for a while, and I didn't dare to come down until I heard my voice.

When I heard what he said, I was choked and couldn't say a word.

As soon as I heard him talk, I knew what it was. The yellow ant he was talking about has a scientific name of "light-seeking ants". There is a saying that moths fly to the fire. In fact, moths are not the only ones that fly to the fire. This kind of light-seeking ants

It is also used to put out fires and can be seen in stove holes in rural areas in some places.

But this is the first time I have heard of the swarms of light-chasing ants described by Doufu. It is estimated that some light-chasing ants were attracted by the bonfire and emerged from the soil, but were accidentally strangled to death by Doufu.

The one who is strangled to death by tofu is the ant king.

There is a smell gland on the head of the ant king. Once it touches people's hands, the smell can remain for many days and cannot be washed away no matter how much you wash it. The other ants follow the smell gland and can target the person who killed the king ant to take revenge.

I then said: "You can't blame me for this. I blame you for being clumsy. It just used a way under your butt to attack it. How about you kill it? This area may belong to the light-chasing ants."

Gathering place, it seems we have to find another place to camp." It is almost night at this moment, and in about half an hour, it will be completely dark.

Tofu has attracted light-chasing ants, so we definitely can’t camp here at night. What’s more, the place where the fat bald man camped is not far from us. Although it’s not safe to walk on the mountain road at night, it’s better than staying where you are. I thought about it and decided

We decided to walk an extra hour and choose a campsite again.

Doufu was afraid of the ants' revenge, so he had no objection, so we took advantage of the darkness and walked deeper into the canyon. We walked for more than an hour. Apart from encountering a snake and almost being bitten, there were no other dangers along the way.

I chose a place and was about to set up camp when suddenly, in the dead darkness, there was a faint sound of singing.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, in the deserted canyons, it's pitch black. How could anyone be singing?

Doufu glanced at me, with a hint of nervousness on his face, and said, "Is the singer a human or a ghost?"

I was a little unsure, but in order to comfort Doufu, I said calmly: "There are so many gods and ghosts in the world. I think there are probably other people in this place besides us. I'll go and take a look."

"Don't." Doufu tugged on my arm and said in a huff, "Let it sing if it sings. Let's not mess with it."

In fact, in the middle of the night, I was asked to find something that I didn’t know was a human or a ghost, and I felt a little scared. Although I was brave, I was not so brave that I was not afraid of gods and ghosts. When Doufu said this, I

When he got off the steps, he said with a tigerish face: "Look at how cowardly you are, forget it, I won't go if you don't want to go, lest I leave and you pee your pants all by yourself."

As I said that, I lit up the bonfire, cleaned up the rabbit, and grilled it. The golden rabbit meat, mixed with some natural plant spices from the mountains, was roasted with a rich meaty aroma that made people feel happy.

The index fingers moved. After eating this meal, our mouths were full of oil. The fatigue of the day seemed to have disappeared. The only thing that was unsatisfactory was the singing.

The singing did not differentiate between men and women, and if it was present or absent, it always made people feel the hairs shuddering in their hearts. Doufu then suggested that it was too dangerous for both of them to sleep, so it would be better to take turns keeping watch.
Chapter completed!