"Yunfeng, they are not causing trouble for us, are they?" Doctor Fan's face was full of worry.
Unlike Dr. Fan, who had a worried face, Xiaoxuan's face was expressionless at the moment, and she was playing with a sharp five-inch steel knife back and forth in her hand.
I glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw that Scarface's vans were flashing and starting to leave one after another.
I was just pretending, and I was lying when I said I wasn't afraid at all! I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "They won't trouble us anymore. Remember, you guys, don't mention this matter when you get back."
Xiaoxuan raised her eyes and asked: "Where is the head?"
I said, "Don't tell the boss about such a trivial matter. If you do, we will all be punished. Do you believe it?"
Xiaoxuan nodded, agreeing with what I said.
What the three of them didn't know was that I wasn't afraid of the leader scolding me at all. What I was afraid of was that the leader would confiscate my gun after he found out!
I really like the feeling of having the gun in my waistband now, it feels like a sense of security!
We stayed honest for two days, and early on the third day, Abu came with a Miao guide.
This man is not tall, about 1.6 meters tall, about forty years old, with dark and shiny skin, and looks like an honest person.
Abu introduced that this man's name translated as "Yang Yebochen", so we all called him Brother Yang.
We set off in the morning, first drove to Fenghuang Shanyang Town, and then hiked into the mountains with our bags on our backs.
The air is fresh and the sun is bright. Walking on the mountain path, you can hear the chirping of various birds in the mountains.
Walking side by side with the guide, I inquired and asked: "Brother Yang, are you a Black Miao or a White Miao?"
He held a stick in his hand and said with a smile: "My father's generation was still full of black Miao people. In my generation, anyone who has gone to school for a few years is basically classified as Miao-Han. My wife is
A native of Yuncheng, Shanxi."
At this time, Brother Yu asked curiously: "I heard that many people in this area are poisonous. Is this true or false?"
He looked serious and replied seriously: "It's all true, so you have to remember that when you go into the mountains, if you encounter someone offering you food or drink, especially gruel, don't touch it! Stone Gu
Do you know?"
He said: "In the past two years, a few city people came to travel. They thought they couldn't understand, so they made a joke. As a result, they were all poisoned by stones. When they returned, they couldn't get rid of their big hands and their stomachs became worse and worse.
The belly became as hard as a stone, and the person died within half a year."
I couldn't help but shudder when I heard it.
Xiangxi witchcraft, no matter what others say, I definitely believe in it because I have personally experienced it.
Looking in the direction he pointed, I saw a large cave on the cliff, and there seemed to be a coffin placed at the entrance of the cave.
That should be the "cave burial" during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. This burial method was once popular in Xiangxi, Guizhou, and central Sichuan. It is not a rare thing, and this kind of rotten coffin placed in a cave will basically not be able to be used for burial.
Among the funerary objects, there may be a small pendant, a small copper coin or the like.
Dou Sprout took a sip of water, sighed and asked, "Hey! Brother Yang, you said such a big coffin, such a high cliff! How did you transport it up there?"
The guide Lao Yang shook his head: "I don't know very well. They are not buried like this anymore. They were used by people a hundred or two hundred years ago."
