"In this deep mountain forest, Witch Longge is the only ruler, and no one dares to offend her. In the winter of eleven years ago, a group of fierce mountaineers passed by here, drinking and bragging around the stove at night. I don't know.
Why did you mention the appearance of Witch Longge? Everyone is trying to make a living on the edge of a knife. Of course, when they talk, they talk nonsense, with a mixture of meat and vegetables. One of them is so bold that he even said that he wants to marry Witch Longge as a child.
Concubine, it was a spring supper every night. At that time, he was holding the wine bowl and stroking his beard proudly. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out and shot directly onto the stove——"
Jiang Guang was also drinking, holding a gray pottery bowl made by the local Tujia people. He talked a few words and took a sip, full of interest.
"The blood turned out to be green. As soon as it was sprayed onto the charcoal fire, a green smoke immediately rose up, turning the faces of nine people around it green. Everyone began to vomit blood, one after another, until finally
The charcoal fire was also annihilated by the blood and water, and the hut they stayed in was completely dark."
There was also a pot of charcoal fire burning in the middle of the house. It was extremely cold in spring, and it was the most difficult time of the year when the warm weather turns cold again.
There are only four people here, myself, the Jiang brothers, and Li Kang's father Li Zun'er. Apart from me, the other three people all had their faces reddened by the shochu brewed by the Tujia people in the mountains.
Jiang Ming then went down and sang in harmony with his brother: "After dawn, only one person survived and crawled back. He was the only person who didn't speak that night. He was saved by having a fever and losing his voice for several days.
, and after half a month, the first thing he said was, "Witch Longge is not a human, she is a murderous shadow." Hey, everyone in the world knows that there are treasures buried deep in the mountains, like a mosquito.
It's like blood. You have to travel thousands of miles to get a few bites even if you risk your life. As a result, most of them died at the hands of Witch Longge and became nameless wild ghosts in the valleys and streams. This time, I hope Miss Su Lun - "
Li Zun'er, who had gray hair on his temples, reached out and patted Jiang Ming's knee in time: "Boy, drink and drink, don't talk nonsense about other things."
Jiang Guang echoed: "Yes, drink. In this weather, it is right to drink soju to drive away the cold. If you feel dizzy after drinking, go back to your house and lie down. You will feel more comfortable than a god."
This is a group of people who can live happily with the situation with wine and meat. Sitting among them, I obviously feel out of place.
Li Zun'er sighed: "For so many years, no one has clearly seen the appearance of Witch Longge. The most famous one was last year when a group of Northeasterners who collected medicine came back with a message. She seemed to be a woman wearing a golden mask on her face. Alas.
, who knows? No one can tell what is going on in the mountains. Even the caravan, which is said to have its feet in three mountains and seven streams, I dominate the southwest, dare not come forward to meddle in these nosy matters. Therefore, everyone who enters the mountains understands
, Longge Witch and Southwest Caravan cannot be offended..."
I have heard the same argument dozens of times. When it comes to the words "Southwestern Caravan", I have hundreds of times more information than the two old rural farmers in front of me.
I lost the patience to listen, stood up slowly, and nodded politely to the two brothers: "I'm a little bored, I'm going to go out and get some fresh air."
Opening the wooden door that creaked strangely, a spring breeze rushed towards me with a biting chill. The heat on my face was swept away. My mind immediately became clear and calm, and I realized that there was a heavy pressure on my shoulders.
A heavy burden: Su Lun is missing, Schiller is in a coma, and the team searching for the "Second Afang Palace" has encountered unexpected and strange events.
The 30th parallel of north latitude is the most mysterious lifeline across the earth. It has both Mount Everest, the highest mountain on earth, and the Mariana Trench, the deepest sea. There are several famous rivers in the world, including the Nile River in Egypt and the Nile River in Iraq.
The Euphrates River, the Yangtze River in China, and the Mississippi River in the United States all enter the sea at this latitude.
The 30th parallel is also the location of many famous mysteries of natural civilization in the world: the ancient Egyptian pyramids, the Sphinx, the "Vulcan Fire" mural in the Sahara Desert of North Africa, the Dead Sea, the "Hanging Gardens" of Babylon,
The horrifying "Bermuda Triangle", the ruins of the ancient Mayan civilization... Of course, there is also the Atlantis that must be mentioned and sank in the ocean in one day and night 12,000 years ago.
Now, I am standing on this mysterious 30th parallel north latitude, but the location is in the deep mountains and wild forests on the border of Sichuan and Tibet in mainland China, in a small village called Feizidian.
"Su Lun is missing, Schiller is unconscious, please come quickly, Mr. Feng." These three short sentences have echoed in my mind thousands of times, at least from Hokkaido to Xi'an, and then to the soil where Schiller was lying.
In front of the kang, it kept ringing, and the sound became louder and louder, making me feel dizzy.
I have never understood why Su Lun persisted in believing in the existence of the "Second Afang Palace" and led the expedition team deep into this inaccessible and mysterious mountain. Just now, I have met the person whom I had met once.
Schiller, an American biologist, had been lying flat on the earthen bed, unconscious and silent, with no expression on his face, his eyes closed, and his mouth half-opened, looking like a standard vegetative state.
Beyond the rugged stone wall, you can see all kinds of ancient trees and vines that are preparing to turn green again in spring. Beyond that, there are stretches of barren mountainous land. In those places, even the toughest and tenacious weeds cannot grow.
It grew, leaving only sparse grass roots, which were not connected at all, covering the loess and gravel.
My mood is extremely depressed, just like the weather this afternoon, dark, cold, and hopeless.
"Whoa-whoa..." came one after another from the livestock shed behind the house, and a dozen native mules made restless noises.
This is the camp of the expedition team. It is in the southwest of the small town called Concubine Hall. Standing at the door of the stone house and looking south, several rugged paths are winding towards the clouds and mist. It is not clear where they end.
The strange smell of herbs floated in the air, and occasionally the smoky smell of paper money and incense candles mixed into my nose. The north wind howled, making my eardrums restless for a moment. The thickened down jacket on my body
It also seemed to have turned into a layer of white paper.
Li Kang walked out of the west room, holding a large bowl of brown concoction. He glanced at me timidly, and before I could ask any questions, he muttered: "This is Mr. Schiller's medicine."
I nodded, and he gently pushed open the wooden door of the north room, stepped over the half-meter-high wooden threshold and walked in.
Just a week ago, Su Lun confidently told me on the phone that he had packed all the equipment and would head to "Langu" as soon as the weather improved. As a result, things took a sudden turn for the worse. I received a letter from Li Kang.
Emergency transoceanic phone call: "Su Lun is missing, Schiller is seriously injured and unconscious. Please come to the Concubine Palace as soon as possible."
This is why I put aside all the trivial matters in Hokkaido and rushed to the Sichuan-Tibet border.
"Mr. Feng, I have something to say. I don't know if I should say it or not?" Beside the door of the east room, Li Zun'er in a blue cloth gown raised his thin yellow face and humbly held his hands toward me. The north wind blew his head.
Her shoulder-length white hair was flying wildly, looking like a character from a late Qing TV series.
He is Li Kang's father, a private primary school teacher who has taught in the countryside for half his life. He is gentle and ridiculously pedantic.
I let out a long breath, and also cupped my fists and raised my hands, but with the understanding of people in the world: "Dad Li, please speak."
Li Zun'er cleared his throat, stepped across the threshold, walked to the stone table next to me, and politely extended his hand in courtesy: "Mr. Feng, can we sit down and talk?"
These excessive red tapes made me a little uncontrollably anxious, but he is an indispensable and important figure in Su Lun, the expedition team, and I have to give him some face.
We sat together on the stone bed. He shook his long sleeves and did the habitual action of a storyteller before starting a story, but he didn't have a tree in his hand to slap it hard.
I raised my hand in time to wake him up: "Dad Li, just say what you have to say, just get straight to the point." Su Lun's disappearance is a big deal. Yesterday at noon, I arrived at the Concubine Hall after a long journey and a long journey. I couldn't wait to step into Langu that night.
A search operation was launched, and I always regretted it in my heart. Why did I stubbornly stay in Hokkaido instead of following her original intention and staying with her inseparably?
The relationship between men and women is often like this. Only when they lose it do they remember how good they were when they were together, which only adds to regrets and troubles.
"Mr. Feng, I mean, I have always been against Miss Su Lun's expedition. Since the ancients built the palace in such a desolate and barren land, they definitely didn't want to be discovered by future generations. We rushed here rashly and with great difficulty.
Not to mention the hardships, I am afraid that when I come to the door of the ancients, I will be politely rejected and closed. What should I do?" He sighed solemnly, as if in the legendary "Second Afang Palace", a large group of people lived happily.
The ancients existed independently.
He wore a pair of yellowed reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. The lenses were extremely damaged, and one of his legs was scarred and wrapped in layers of white plaster, which showed the hardship of life.
"Dad Li, do you believe that Afang Palace exists somewhere? I believe you are also a cultural person who has read poetry and books. Don't you remember that Du Mu's "A Fang Palace Ode" said that when the people of Chu were torched, the earth was pitifully scorched?" I
What I really want to express is that even if there is an underground palace in the jungle, it will not be the "Afang Palace", but the palace of an ancient Sichuan and Shu emperor or simply an underground mausoleum.
Li Zun'er pondered, this was his fixed habit, he liked to keep silent and think carefully before speaking.
On the other side of the east wall is another similar courtyard, where several other people from the expedition team live. I heard someone humming a popular song from Hong Kong and Taiwan in a nonsensical tone, someone reciting Tang poetry loudly, and several others
They gathered around to play chess and laughed constantly.
This is a group of heartless rabble. I don’t think Su Lun can explore any real secrets of the jungle with these people. At least, she should recruit some experts from Scalpel’s friends or her old department. Only those who have experienced
The tomb robbers who fight are the real doers of earth exploration.
The expedition team consisted of thirteen people in total, with Su Lun, Schiller, the Li family and his son, old farmers Jiang Guang, and Jiang Ming as core members, as well as four local hunters and three logistics supply personnel.
The two brothers Jiang Guang and Jiang Ming were the two who discovered Afang Palace during their escape. They are both over sixty years old this year. If it were not for the high bonus, they would not have risked their lives to go out with the expedition team. I last night
I had a conversation with them once, but I knew nothing about astronomy and geography, so I could only guide Su Lun based on my feelings. I couldn't even tell the road signs or landmarks that Zichou Yinmao came from.
It was not easy for this group of people to walk safely to the Concubine Palace. Now that the expedition team has had such a big accident, no one has any sense of crisis. They are not in a hurry to call for help and call the police. They just hang around and kill time. It makes me feel
Su Lun was really fooling around and taking his own life for granted.
Li Zun'er finally spoke: "Mr. Feng, I have indeed read poetry and books. Otherwise, I would not have concluded that it was Afang Palace as soon as I saw the descriptions brought back by the Jiang brothers. I was lucky enough to meet a man from the Republic of China at the end of the Republic of China.
The wandering lama in Tibet had a great conversation. After he was drunk and full of food, he showed me a scroll of the four mysterious ancient palaces in the world. The first one on the list was the Epang Palace. I will naturally ask him your question.
When he mentioned it, he laughed and said, who is Du Mu? The son of Qin Shihuang is still Xiang Yu, the grandson of Liu Bang. Can he understand what is going on in Afang Palace? Everything is just spreading rumors. No one can burn or demolish the real Afang Palace.
No, it cannot be moved, it is not something on the earth at all, so it will sleep underground forever."
As he spoke, he made gestures, begging me not to interrupt him.
In such a place where information is limited, charlatans and charlatans can often succeed. Anyway, no one in the world has heard of the "four mysterious ancient temples" he mentioned.
Isn’t it something on earth? Is it still Afang Palace? Let’s just call it the Alien Palace! I only refuted him in my heart, still pretending to smile on my face.
During my trip to Hokkaido, I was caught between several major political forces. My impulsive personality has changed a lot, and I have gradually understood that everyone's knowledge is very limited. There is nothing "impossible" under the sun, and I can't understand what others say.
, it can only prove your own ignorance and stubbornness.
I have become accustomed to accepting everything with an open mind, and then conducting scientific verification, never drawing conclusions based on subjective assumptions.
"Mr. Feng, the lama said that if you find that palace, you can see the will of the gods. The gods built the palace to tell the world where the direction of light is. They don't want the world to find it, but they don't want to accept the worship of the world.
Thank you very much. So, my opinion is that the palace really exists, but we should not disturb the normal life of the immortals."
I stared at Li Zun'er's face, imagining how far he would fall if he was slapped hard on this face like Leng Touqing.
These words should have been said to Su Lun earlier, instead of raising them just now, as if Su Lun had disappeared, as if he were trying to fix the problem, which would not help.
"Miss Su Lun must have disturbed the immortals and was captured by them. I hope her death can redeem everyone's sins. Then we can return to Xianyang and live a peaceful life respectively. What do you think?" Such a bastard?
He could say everything. I really don't know if his mind was filled with water. He had considered everything but how to rescue Su Lun.
For the ignorant people in remote areas, the simplest and most effective way is to use money to open roads.
I turned around and called into the room: "Li Kang——"
Li Kang ran out in response, with a smile on his face and promised repeatedly: "I'm here, Mr. Feng, what are your orders?"
He was originally the security captain of the scalpel museum in Xianyang. After the looting incident, he was fired by the management department. If it weren't for the written certificate issued by Su Lun that "the security guard is not responsible", he would still be in a detention center.
. After this incident, he became devoted to Su Lun and became the most loyal follower, following the expedition until they arrived here.
"Call the Jiang brothers over. I have money to send to them." I took out my wallet, took out ten brand-new hundred-yuan banknotes and placed them on the stone table. The great man on the banknotes was so energetic that Li Kang's eyes immediately started to change.
It shined brightly and trotted towards the next yard.
"Mr. Feng, my suggestion is that we retreat immediately to avoid the wrath of the gods, bring sin upon the world, and drag down innocent people..."
Li Zun'er pushed up his glasses and glanced at me from above the frames with wandering eyes.
"I heard that Mr. Li has been promoting ancient Chinese reading among children, and he was almost expelled from the school for this? If you say that you don't follow ancient Chinese culture, you will teach the children badly?" I interrupted him and changed the topic, because at this moment
, any suggestion to retreat makes me have the urge to hit someone.
When Su Lun was here, she was the God of Wealth for this group of people, and she would spend hundreds of yuan every day. Once she was no longer in sight and there was no money to take, everyone immediately wanted to run away - I want to reverse this from today on
People are stupid. No amount of money can buy Su Lun's life. I must find her.
There was no sound in the north room. Schiller had now become a vegetative person who could only breathe, lying motionless on the bed. There was no sign of the domineering person he had been before.