"What happened afterwards?"

"Afterwards, the people from the small villages around Xingyun Mountain were almost eaten. Those people began to walk out again. In the end, they actually walked into a cave around them and died just like that." My dad looked at me and said, "It's not over yet …" My mom beat him up again and said, "That's enough. My daughter came back with great difficulty. Tell her something about it."

The wine is estimated to be quite strong, My dad looked a little drunk, And regardless of my mom's obstruction, He continued, "Well, It's been passed down for a hundred years, The older generation didn't dare to go to the Hangyun Mountain, The younger generation didn't take that seriously. They thought that the old men were telling them stories. Moreover, the wooded Xingyun Mountain had two young woodcutters, so they couldn't help but ask them to accompany them to Xingyun Mountain. The old men were frightened, but the young men were very young and vigorous. How could they stop them? They could only hope that they would come back well. "

At this point, my father stopped again. I heard my father's vivid words, and I felt that he still had the potential to be a storyteller.

Then my dad took another sip of wine as usual. "Guess what happened next?" Before I could reply, my father said mysteriously, "Yes, that's what you think. The two young men came back, but it's the same as in the story. On the first day, they just went home and went down the mountain. The next day, they started killing and attacking people everywhere. Of course, there are too many young men in the village, so we can't let them bully us anymore."

"Some of the villagers take hoes, Some take kitchen knives, That was mercilessly throwing it at them, The wives and mother of the two beside him cried as they cried, The two of them didn't react at all. He didn't feel any pain from being cut off with his hands and feet, He pounced on these people as if he didn't feel any pain, Afterwards, it was a tiring day and night, The two of them had lost their hands and feet, The remaining one lay on the ground, The two of them didn't die either. Their wives and mothers had already fainted from crying. The villagers didn't dare to relax. The next morning, a villager saw him squirming to the side. A few young men who had played well with them followed them for two days and two nights. They found that they had stopped in a cave not far away and had lost their breath … "

After saying that, my dad sighed, "Yiyi, Dad is not telling you a story. It's all true. Don't not believe it. Dad knows you're in the city. People there don't believe in ghosts and gods, but it's all true. Dad won't lie to you."

"Dad, I believe you. But where exactly is Xingyun Mountain?" I asked.

"This father can't tell you. What if you disobey? I can't tell you." He drank another mouthful of wine and got up and walked into his room. "Cousin, I'm a little tired today. I'll go to bed first."

My mother was too lazy to bother with him. She was just chanting after dinner, "This old fellow is getting lazier and lazier. He won't go to bed until he's done bathing. It's not clean at all." His tone was filled with connivance.

I also ran around all day and fell asleep as soon as I went back to my room and lay on the bed.

In the next few days, I went around the neighborhood and went to a few relatives' houses with my parents, so I officially went home.

After relaxing for a few days, I prepared to go to Xingyun Mountain to retrieve my original heart. When I told my parents that I had something to go back to, my mother's eyes turned red when she said this to them. "Yiyi, what archaeology are you going to do? When will you return next time?"

I wanted to say that I would be back in a month or two, but when I saw my mother's expectation, I really couldn't say it out loud. If I didn't come back, I would have let her down.

In the end, I didn't say anything. My mother stuffed another box full of local specialties in the box. My mother sent me to the station before she reluctantly left.

As soon as my mother left, I deposited the suitcase at the station. I carried a bag and walked to the other side. The bag was full of food and there was also a tent. Although those memories had been restored, it was still a human body. Physiological needs were necessary.

Speaking of those memories, I always feel that those memories are not complete, because those memories are related to Ming Jiu, there are no other different memories, some intermittent appearance.

I saw a motorcycle on the roadside and stopped it. "Uncle, do you know where Xingyun Mountain is?" I asked the master.

The man shook his head. "Miss, I advise you not to go. It's not a good place."

"Uncle, can you give me a ride? I'll pay for it, and I'll take a look around the mountain. To tell you the truth, I'm from the National Archaeological Team. I'm here to see the terrain first."

When the man heard this, he thought for a moment and finally made up his mind to say, "Alright, I'll take you to the surroundings, but you mustn't go in."

I nodded and got in the car.

After bypassing a few small paths, I faintly saw a mountain. The master put me down and said, "I can't accompany you anymore. Take a look yourself, but go back early. Don't go into the mountain."

"Alright, how much shall I give you?"

He smiled, revealing a simple smile, "No, no, no. My help is equivalent to helping the country, helping the country, it should be!"

I suddenly felt a little guilty and smiled at the corner of my mouth.

I didn't get ready to go into the mountain until he was far away.

Cloud Traveling Mountain was no different from ordinary mountains. There was no smoke surrounding it, but the trees were exceptionally luxuriant. He could only see the tall trees outside and could not see what was inside.

There wasn't any small village nearby, as if they had agreed to my father's words.

I walked in with my bag on my back and found a small path to go in. It was fake to say that he wasn't afraid. Although there was strength in his body, his body couldn't hold on at all. At that time, there really was something very powerful. It was also possible that it would dissipate sooner.

Compared to fear, I am more curious, this mountain has my heart, but I believe that my heart will not have this destructive power. At the same time, what made the villagers so frightening was all my curiosity. Right now, I am like a fearless warrior. In any case, I have a high chance of dying. It would be better to die without regret.

The trees inside were very tall, and I stood there with dense foliage, unable to see through the light. It was clearly noon, but it was especially gloomy. The ground was covered with withered leaves, and every step he took would have a "kacha-kacha" sound.

I walked up the mountain, and I was the only one in the forest. It was a little gloomy. Suddenly, a ball of black gas appeared beside me.

I looked at it as if I was very familiar with it, "Hmm?"

He chuckled and said happily, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

I wonder why his voice has become so warm and pleasant to hear. The black mist seemed to have a clearer outline, and one could tell that it was a tall man. And I was very familiar with his feelings, as if I had been very close to him in the past.

"What are you waiting for me to do?" I asked casually.

"You will be afraid."