That night, I had a lot of messy dreams over and over again. In the haze, I seemed to see my father. He looked at me across the river, as if he was going somewhere, and said goodbye to me, but I couldn't hear clearly.
, wanted to catch up, but had no choice but to rush.
"Dad," I woke up with a loud cry. When I opened my eyes, I saw Wang Zhishui's face. I was startled.
"Are you awake?" Wang Zhishui smiled at me with a big face.
I squinted my eyes to adjust to the light, and Wang Zhishui pointed to the sky: "The sun is shining even on the bed, even Xiangyu is up, and you are still snoring. You are such a drag."
I smiled sheepishly: "I was so tired yesterday that I overslept. I'm sorry."
The old man outside the tent kept urging us to move quickly. What he meant was that there would be heavy fog in the mountains at any time. If it fogged up, not only would it be impossible to find the entrance to Mihundang, but we might also get lost, so we
You need to buy time and find the entrance to Mihuntang as soon as possible.
At this time, we realized that the old man also roughly knew where the entrance to Mihuntang was, and he was not very sure about how to get there.
"Before going to bed last night, I drew a picture at random. Please study it and see if the direction I marked for Mihuntang is correct. This direction was based on the map of Wawu Mountain and the one I bought in the small town at the foot of the mountain yesterday.
Judging from the travel guide booklet I got." Wang Zhishui took out a piece of paper from his tent, opened it and showed it to the old man.
We were also very curious, so we all joined in. At this time, I realized that this person seemed careless on the surface, but in fact he must be extremely meticulous, because what he drew was actually a map similar to a satellite image, showing yesterday's map.
The route we took and the location of the deserted village were all marked on the map. Judging from this picture, Mihundang should be in the mountain in the upper left corner of the deserted village.
"Professor Wang, you are a master of memory. We wandered around in the forest for so long yesterday, and you were able to draw a map of the route." Xiangyu was also stunned.
"I have entered many ancient tombs over the years. After I come back, I will describe the basic structure of the ancient tombs from memory. Over time, it will become a skill." Wang Zhishui has no intention of being modest at all.
"The direction is roughly correct," the old man interrupted our conversation, "pack up and set off."
I found that after Wang Zhishui took out the map, the old man didn't seem to be very interested in the map. He just glanced at the map.
It must have rained heavily last night, and the road in the deserted village was full of mud. We walked very slowly, one foot high and one foot low.
It was already dark when we entered the village yesterday, and I was very tired, so I didn't have any extra energy to observe this small village.
It seems now that the fire in the small village must have been quite intense. Almost all the houses collapsed. Within the remaining low walls, some beams as black as honeycomb briquettes were half-hanging on the walls, and some were lying on the ground.
There were vaguely visible broken pots and bowls everywhere, and the houses were overgrown with deserted villages.
We walked in the deserted village, and it was so desolate that it was hard to imagine that this was once a village.
No bones were seen in the deserted village, probably after the fire, the survivors collected them and buried them.
The village is very small, and not long after we walked, we felt that we had entered the forest area again, so the sunlight was a little weaker, and it did not bake on us as hot as before.
"It's better to be in the forest. At least you don't have to bask in the sun. The weather at the end of June, field work can really make me evaporate from the heat." Xiangyu was the first to sigh as soon as he walked out of the deserted village.
"Yes, I wonder if we have entered the Lost City," Zhang Jisheng said, "Brother Wang, take out your map and have a look."
"No need, we have already entered Ecstasy." The old man suddenly said seriously.
"Why? Is there any sign here? Why do I feel that there is no difference between this place and the forest dozens of meters behind me." Xiangyu wondered, "Besides, haven't we just left the village not long ago?"
"The magnetic field has changed. Look at your watch." The old man said coldly.
"How is this possible?" Xiangyu lowered his head and looked at his watch, his expression extremely complex.
We all came closer to take a look and found that the second hand of the mechanical watch in Xiangyu's hand was rotating rapidly.
"I was in the village just now, and my watch was running fine. I didn't look at the time for a while. Has my watch gone crazy?" Xiangyu looked at us in disbelief, then turned to look at the old man.
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"In Ecstasy, affected by the magnetic field, not only the watch will fail, but the compass will also fail. Therefore, all orientation judgments must be made by ourselves. So, from now on, I hope everyone can play twelve
Only with great energy and concerted efforts can we pass through this ecstasy and find the place you are looking for."
The surroundings were quiet, no one spoke, and they were listening to the old man's words attentively. I suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time in two days that the old man had spoken so much.
The old man took a look at the crowd and continued: "The official belief is that the Lost Soul is a forest area. This is actually wrong. The Lost Soul is a strip-shaped area that surrounds the virgin forest deep in Wawu Mountain.
This feeling is as if we are trying to prevent humans from entering and protect something in the middle. The reason why I let you take the road to the deserted village is because in the early years, this place should have been destroyed by someone. Someone or maybe
It's not a human being, it tore an entrance here."
The old man paused for a moment and looked around: "Look at the mountains around here. This is a branch of Wawu Mountain. This small village is in the concave ridge of this mountain range.
It comes from afar, is tall and far away, slowly crosses from the northwest to the front of the small village, and opens its big tent, forming the shape of a small basin."
Everyone remained silent and continued to listen carefully to the old man's words.
"Surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is a stream in front of it. The village faces the noon and is surrounded by towering mountains. It is complete and not closed. You can see that the small village is surrounded by nine ridges. At the highest point of each ridge, there is an ancient cypress.
It forms the image of nine phoenixes rising to the sun. Do you think this is just a coincidence that such a small village is built deep in the forest area of Wawu Mountain, guarding the entrance to Mihundang? A few years ago, the small village was struck by lightning and caused a fire. Do you have any thoughts?
Have you ever thought about why the thunder struck this small village hiding in the valley instead of splitting the towering trees towering on the ridge?"
After the old man finished speaking, before we could react, he had already walked straight forward.