The tribe members went in one after another, and Brother Yu also wanted to go in. I immediately grabbed Brother Yu.
Brother Yu said: "Yunfeng, I know what you mean, but it's not dark yet and you've come here. Don't you want to see what's in the building? What if there are some valuable cultural relics?"
As soon as he heard about the cultural relics, Douyazai's eyes lit up and he immediately ran into the building with his bag on his back. He didn't even hear me calling him.
It's almost evening now and the sky is dark.
This lonely three-story stone building gave me a very depressing feeling, like a ghost building.
Gritting my teeth, I followed in.
I originally expected the scene in the building to be that of broken bricks and tiles, with spider webs everywhere, but after I entered, I found that the house was quite tidy and there was no dust on the floor.
The light is dark and the room is eerie, so I need to use a flashlight.
There was a broken table, a broken chair, and two large straw frames stacked side by side in the corner, but otherwise there was nothing else.
Xiaoxuan pulled me and asked in a low voice: "Does that savage live here? Then aren't we occupying his house?"
Brother Yu sniffed: "What weird smell is this? It seems to be the smell coming from the second floor."
I didn't smell it. I have good eyes and ears, but my nose is not very good. Maybe it's because of smoking.
There were no stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor, only a very narrow wooden ladder that could only be used by one person at a time. We went up to the second floor one after another and were shocked when we saw it.
There is a mud fire on the ground on the second floor. There is an aluminum pot with a very broken mouth on the fire. All the water in the pot is bark. The soup is milky white, like paste, and the pot is full.
Dou Sprout said, "Does anyone eat this? Eat the bark? Is this delicious?" After saying this, it wanted to reach out and taste it.
"Don't move, you don't want to live anymore!" Lao Fu grabbed the bean sprouts and said, "You can't eat this. It's the bark of the killer tree, it's highly poisonous!"
The throat-killing tree is indeed poisonous. The common name is also called the blood-sealed throat tree. The official name should be called the curare tree. It is common in Yunnan and there are some here in Sichuan. In ancient times, ethnic minorities living in Yunnan would treat this kind of tree.
The sap of the tree is applied to bows and arrows to ward off enemies.
"Boss, what are you looking at?"
"My eyesight is not very good. Yunfeng, look at it. Is that a mural on the wall?"
When I saw it, it was true, but the original colors of the mural had fallen off, and the outline of the painting was very light.
I stepped on the table to take a look. Because it had been improperly preserved for too long, only a little bit of the characters in the mural could be seen above the eyes, that is, only the forehead and hair could be seen.
The hairstyle of the character in the painting is bald in the middle, Mediterranean, with a circle of braids on both sides of the ears. Ancient people pay attention to the body hair and skin to be inspired by their parents. With such an unconventional hairstyle, I recognized him at a glance as a Xixia person.
There is no text, and apart from being able to see the two halves clearly and pulling my head, there are no valuable clues.
There was also a third floor, which looked like it was about to collapse. I said, let’s get out of here and camp somewhere else for the night. Don’t stay here.
"look at you!"
Brother Biao advised me: "It's past seven o'clock now, and it's already dark outside. It's definitely too late for you to set up camp now. There are wolves, snakes, and maybe bears here at night."
"We are more powerful in numbers. It will be fine if we get together at night, but it will be dangerous if we are separated. Think carefully about whether what I said is right or not. Is this the truth?"
"Well," Baotou nodded after hearing this: "Brother Zhang's words are true. In these deep mountains and old forests, it is better to stay together. One more person will give you more strength."
Brother Biao immediately laughed: "That's it, we will sleep on the first floor at night, and you will sleep on the second floor. There are many of us, so we will leave the night watch to us."
I had no choice but to say yes, but at the same time I could hope that nothing would happen at night and that I would be safe until dawn.
I simply ate something and slept on the floor.
I blew out the candles and the surroundings fell into darkness.
Xiaoxuan leaned against me and asked, "Let me ask you, did you see what that person looked like during the day?"
"You really want to know? I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you."
"Just tell me, I believe it."
I turned my head and looked around, and whispered in Xiaoxuan's ear: "I don't know whether that person is a boy or a girl. His face is completely rotten. He has no nose or eyes. His face is covered with big bags of pus, and there are
Maggots crawled down from its eye sockets."
"Oh! You are so mean! Did you scare me on purpose?" Xiaoxuan angrily kicked me.
"Look, I know you don't believe it. I feel like it's not a person, maybe it's a soft rice dumpling."
"Do you know what soft rice dumplings are? Let me tell you a true story. In the past..."
"Don't listen, don't listen! I won't listen! I want to sleep!" Xiaoxuan covered her head and soon there was no movement.
In the darkness, I stared at the roof in a daze.
After a few minutes, Xiaoxuan put down the quilt again and said distressedly: "It's over, I want to relieve myself, what should I do?"
