"The walls of the cave were covered with ants at the time. I didn't see them clearly. I discovered these patterns because ants didn't dare to climb up in the places they depicted," I said.
"No, there must be something in here that you have overlooked. Just 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 and said, "The cave is full of ants. Those ants are super powerful. If you keep going like this, you will be chewed to pieces," I said.
"I am measured."
Chen Mo broke away from my hand and jumped into the cave without any explanation.
"Chen Mo, are you okay?" I asked while lying at the entrance of the cave.
Chen Mo illuminated his face with a flashlight and gave me an OK gesture.
I don't know what Chen Mo saw in that painting, but he must have his reasons for doing so, so we didn't say anything and waited at the entrance of the cave.
Zhang Jisheng and Wang Zhishui were guarding the entrance of the cave, paying attention to Chen Mo's news below. The old man found a rock that didn't feel dangerous to sit on, and filled the chimney with dry tobacco leaves.
"Chen Mo, are you okay?" I asked again.
"Very good, don't worry." Chen Mo replied.
I was covered in mud in the cave. Now that I was exposed to the sun, the mud on my clothes dried and I felt itchy all over. Seeing that Chen Mo was fine, I told Zhang Jisheng and Wang Zhishui and walked a little further away.
Washing by a small pool.
The virgin forest is densely covered by the small pool. I looked at the mountains in the distance meandering from north to south, with continuous undulations. The river spiraled from the depths of Wawu Mountain. The valleys were deep and secluded, and the cliffs stood tall. As far as I could see, there were many tributaries on both sides of the river.
It enters the river vertically, with a huge drop. The water roars and rages at the bottom of the valley. There are many waterfalls and dangerous shoals. I can't help but marvel at the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.
In this mountain, we don’t know how many unknown dangers are waiting for us.
Why should the ancestral hall be built in the deep mountains? It seems that this is the first time I have thought about this question. Is it true that, as the professor described in his notes, this ancient temple is the Qingqiang Temple?
?The river in front of me is the Qingyi River.
I have seen my grandfather's book collection before, and it seems to be recorded in "Shuowen Jiezi": The Qiang people hold a large-scale sacrificial event every year by the Qingjiang River to honor the Cancong family. The old man also said that the ancient temple was built in the water. Could it be that it is hidden in the water?
Is the black jade in the ancient temple left behind by the Cancong family?
But in this case, how to explain the two pieces of black jade owned by the father and the professor? Did they bring them out in Wawu Mountain? Is it one piece of black jade or multiple pieces?
I suddenly remembered the recording pen I picked up in the cave. I quickly took it out and connected it with a power bank.
As soon as the power is plugged in, a red light on the recorder starts flashing.
It wasn't broken yet, so I quickly pressed the play button on the recorder.
The sound of the rolling river was very loud, and the quality of the recording pen seemed to be average. Moreover, the wind must have been very strong during the recording. At the beginning, there was a buzzing white noise mixed with human voices, which was difficult to hear clearly.
The recording was intermittent, and noise kept appearing, so I basically couldn't hear clearly what was being said in the recording.
However, the voices of the man and woman talking in the recording sounded particularly familiar.
I wasn't sure, so I found the volume control button with trembling hands, raised the volume to the maximum, and put the speaker to my ear again. This time, the sound was clear, it was two people having a conversation.
"Vinson, we probably won't be able to get out."
"Don't be afraid. No matter how weird the Lost Soul is, we have come out of it. This hole is nothing."
"Vinson, I know that you are not interested in black jade. Everything you have done is for me."
"I can do anything for you. However, the Zhou family has been entangled in this matter from the beginning, and it has nothing to do with you. Or, it may not be that I have caused you trouble."
"What we are most sorry for is the child, Cang'er. It was not supposed to be Cang'er."
"Stop talking, and there's no need to record. We can walk out."
"blue…"
The conversation was suddenly interrupted and the recording finished playing.
The recorder in my hand also fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, I also sat down on the ground.
The conversation in the recording is a conversation between my father and my mother.
In an instant, countless questions rushed into my mind.
Zhou family, what happened?
Father said that the Zhou family had been entangled in it from the beginning. Did he mean the grandparents?
Why does everyone in the Zhou family seem to be completely different from before?
And what does the mother’s sentence, ‘Cang’er, was not supposed to be Cang’er originally.’ mean?
Why did my parents come here to look for black jade?
Suddenly, I felt that this little-known piece of black jade became so scary, as if it could attract everyone, including myself.
At this moment, I was suddenly a little afraid to face the piece of black jade in the ancient temple that I didn't know existed.
I suddenly felt so tired. I was already full of doubts in the Zhou family's old house, but suddenly the photo of me and my grandparents left by the professor popped up in Wawu Mountain, and now the recording of my parents appeared again...
What is hidden in all of this?
"Zhou Cang, Zhou Cang, come here quickly, Chen Mo seems to be missing."
Xiangyu's voice came from the riverside. I quickly put the recorder away and ran back quickly.