Zhao Yingjun was smoking, and Kuang Nuochuan started to blame himself next to him, pulling his hair and saying that he shouldn't be so troubled. If he hadn't run back to bury two bones on his back and missed three days, he might not have done it.
We will encounter these things now. But Zhao Yingjun and I know very well that whether we miss the time or not, since there is something in this forest, something will happen sooner or later, and it has nothing to do with Kuangnuochuan.
"Brother, don't say that." Zhao Yingjun took a big mouthful of cigarette, frowned because he was choking, and said to Kuang Nuochuan: "It's impossible for a living person to suffocate to death, right? If you get lost, then find the way again."
"That's not what you said." Kuang Nuochuan also frowned: "You can't go back if you encounter someone who moves the mountain."
Kuang Nuochuan told us that people who encounter ghosts and mountains will definitely keep walking and keep looking for a way, but no matter how they walk, they can't find the way back. In fact, they are always in a fixed and
They circled back and forth in a small area, but they were aware of it, until they were finally trapped to death. When hikers discovered their bodies later, it was difficult to see how they died.
I don’t know if Kuang Nuochuan’s emotions infected me. In short, the period before dawn was very difficult. It was easy to wait until daybreak, and we planned to take a closer look. But all the evil things gathered together, and at dawn,
Fog floated in the forest, as thick as milk, and the visibility suddenly dropped to the lowest level. You could still see clearly within a few meters, but after ten meters it became blurry.
But this kind of visibility is enough for us now. The three of us walked back and forth for a long time. Even I believe that this is indeed not the place where we camped yesterday. When I think of what will happen if we are trapped in the dense forest, I think of those two people.
The bones were already turning gray, and the body was trembling with fear.
"When the fog clears, let's go find a way." Kuang Nuochuan wiped his face, cheered up, and turned around to get us something to eat.
While Kuangnuochuan was setting a fire to boil water to make meat porridge, Zhao Yingjun whispered to me: "Duoji said, this fog is not normal. Take a closer look."
I felt that there was nothing unusual about this fog except that it was a bit thicker, but I still followed Zhao Yingjun's words and looked at it for a long time. I vaguely felt that the forest not far away hidden in the thick fog seemed to have a faint illusion.
It feels like looking at a specially processed film, with tree shadows stacked on top of each other, and the fog wraps everything up into a ball, giving it a halo feeling.[
"How is this going?"
"Dorji can't tell for the moment. We'll look for the way after we eat. We may not find it, but if something is causing trouble, it will definitely follow us. If we keep walking, Dorje will find an opportunity to attack."
If Duoji takes action, he may not be able to hide it from Kuang Nuochuan, but at this critical moment of life and death, there is no other choice.
We had a hasty meal and started to find the way. The fog was really too heavy and we walked very slowly. I took out the compass. The direction we were originally going to go was north, but we were still walking north at this time. Maybe we were gone.
After twenty minutes, Zhao Yingjun took a deep breath and said to us, "Have you noticed that the trees here seem to be the same?"
"What's the same?" I suddenly saw that I couldn't react. The trees around me were tall and low. I wouldn't even notice it if I walked by like this. But when Zhao Yingjun said this, I seemed to find that all the trees were tall or low, thick or thick.
It seems that they are all printed from the same mold, but they are just different in size. For example, if the small tree next to a big tree is enlarged several times, it will be exactly the same as the big tree, even the body of the tree.
There is no difference between the branches.
"What else can you say except that ghosts can move mountains?" Kuang Nuochuan's lips trembled a few times. He definitely didn't want to die, but he was forced to do this, and there seemed to be no other way.
"Don't be discouraged, keep looking." Zhao Yingjun tried his best to dispel our negative and pessimistic mood, and ran to the front to lead the way.
According to the rumors about ghosts moving mountains that Kuangnuochuan heard, we are actually wandering around in a square box. It seems that we are always walking in a straight line, but in the end we have to return to the original starting point. This is basically
This is a phenomenon that violates the laws of basic common sense. However, since it is a ghost moving the mountain, there is no reason to explain it. Generations of mountain walkers have never doubted that if they encounter a ghost moving the mountain, they can just wait to die.
The fog never lifted, and we walked continuously in this environment for more than half an hour. During this period, Zhao Yingjun, who was leading the way, including me, was sure that we were walking in a straight line. But we walked through the road in front of us.
After a thick fog, Zhao Yingjun turned around and smiled at us and said, "It's really a very evil thing."
About ten meters ahead, we saw a pile of extinguished bonfires, where Kuang Nuochuan boiled water to make porridge before setting off.
"Let's go... come back..." Kuang Nuochuan's face suddenly looked as if he had eaten a dead child, it was extremely ugly.
My heart is also very cold. In the current situation, if even Duoji can't do anything, we may follow the footsteps of the two people before us and be buried in the forest.
"Let's go, keep going, let's see how evil it is." Zhao Yingjun obviously had no choice but to keep cheering us up, and I felt that he was also annoyed. He didn't have any skills, but he used them no matter what.
Not on.
I couldn't help but think about it, and wanted to see under what circumstances we could walk back to the starting point along a straight line. But something was obviously wrong, and it was too much to think about. I asked Zhao Yingjun whether it was the transfer this time.
One direction, walking south from the extinguished bonfire. That was the completely opposite direction from before. After all, I still refused to accept my fate and wanted to know if we were really trapped in a vicious circle that we could not get out of no matter how we walked.
"It seems useless." Kuang Nuochuan felt that we had violated the taboo of walking in the mountains. He was a mountain walker and believed in this trick. At that time, he was a little frustrated and said: "No matter which direction you go, you will still be in the mountains."
A circle in a frame."[
Zhao Yingjun did not discuss this with him and continued to lead the way south, but after only walking a short distance, I realized something was very wrong, because the direction was completely different, but the trees around us still had that weird resemblance, that feeling.
It was as if we had been exiled to a toy castle. I thought that those two people probably encountered the exact same situation as us and were completely trapped to death.
As expected, after Zhao Yingjun took us away for a long time, we vaguely saw the extinguished bonfire in the thick fog in front of us. This showed that Kuangnuochuan was not lying. No matter which direction we walked, we would still be there.
Back to the starting point. The three of them stood there, not knowing whether to continue walking in the other two directions or stop and think of other ideas.
At this time, we heard a very soft clicking sound under the leaf litter. Zhao Yingjun did not relax for a moment. He moved after hearing the sound. Then, a sudden explosion occurred about ten meters in front of him.
White smoke, the kind of white smoke that looks like powder like flour, is very dazzling even in the thick white mist. As soon as the white powder rises, a strange shadow is printed from the floating powder.
Because the fog was so thick, it was difficult to see things more than ten meters away, so I couldn't tell what they were for a while.
The white powder was probably thrown by Duoji. When Zhao Yingjun saw the blurry shadow in front of him, he immediately lay down. Kuang Nuochuan and I took a slow beat. At the moment when I was about to touch the ground, I saw another
In the unfinished white smoke, there were two very small shadows rushing forward quickly. I felt that this white powder seemed to be specially used to reveal something dirty, because those two very small shadows seemed to be Duoji Yang.
Two little devils sitting there.
The kid was so fast that in less than a blink of an eye, he had already rushed in front of the blurry shadow. I heard a thumping sound, and then, the sound suddenly became chaotic, and there was a very ethereal clang.
The ringing came from over there, followed by a shriller child's scream.
It was very strange. The moment these messy sounds fell, the dense fog in the dense forest instantly became much thicker. You could not even see a few meters in front of you. But then, the thick fog seemed to be blown away by a strong wind.
The vision suddenly became clear again. The moment the thick fog dispersed, the three of us immediately discovered that the surrounding forest seemed to have changed in form, completely different from the scene we passed after encountering the ghost moving the mountain.
"This is the original way! It's the original way!" Kuang Nuochuan couldn't help shouting, suddenly seeing life from the desperate situation, and this change happened faster, which made him very excited.
At the moment when my vision became clear, I saw a very blurry shadow about ten meters in front of me. I don't know if I saw it accurately, but the information fed back to the brain by the retina was indeed like this.
I seemed to see something like a fox, with its two hind legs erect, standing like a human being. The white smoke rising from the white powder had gone away, and the little devil raised by Duoji could no longer be seen, but this fox was still there.
I was entangled. Although there was still some distance, I seemed to be able to see the eyes of the fox.
Those eyes can no longer be called animal eyes, they are simply a pair of human eyes with emotions and emotions. It kept kicking on the ground with its two hind legs to help the little devil, while looking at us indifferently.
"It's a mountain fairy." Kuang Nuochuan put down the shotgun he held. He was very hesitant. Near their home, this kind of wild fox was called a mountain fairy. Mountain walkers went into the woods to hunt, no matter how poor they were, but
There are two things that must not be killed, one is a snake and the other is a fox. They believe that these two things are almost psychic and have a strong desire for revenge. If they are offended, they will bring greater disaster, so they usually encounter snakes or foxes.
Foxes and hikers have to go around it, and sometimes they will bandage up an injured fox and let it go.
While Kuang Nuochuan was hesitating, in front of the fox standing upright on its hind legs, a cloud of fallen leaves suddenly exploded. Dorje's figure suddenly appeared from the fallen leaves, and he reached out and grabbed one of the fox's hind legs.