Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

I looked up similar cases, but none of them were like his. According to common sense, a normal person's memory cannot disappear without a trace.

He told me that he could take his time, but now I had to find the cause of the disease, otherwise I might not be able to survive for a few days.

A few days later, we set off.

He seemed to be very familiar with the road in the northwest. I had never been to this road before. It was a well-preserved ancient road. You can even faintly see the traces of ancient inns, as well as some buildings that have not completely collapsed.

"Where is this?"

I asked him.

"The blood curse on your body comes from this place." He told me, "As long as you find local people, you can cure my disease."

"Where is anyone here?"

When I saw the endless desert, my heart dropped.

"They haven't come out yet," he said calmly, "They will come out, because they need to survive."

night.

Finally, I saw a group of people appear on the horizon from a vague place in the distance.

Their whole bodies were wrapped in a kind of translucent silk-like clothing, with only their eyes exposed.

"Hello, a friend of mine is injured and needs your help."

He stopped the group of people directly.

And they communicated in the languages ​​of ethnic minorities. I couldn't understand the vocabulary at all. Obviously, this ethnic group is almost invisible.

The men stared at my wound in a weird way, they looked weird, and everyone had a look of surprise on their faces, followed by fear.

After all, a group of them actually danced around us. But gradually, I actually felt dizzy, as if I had fallen into a coma. When I woke up, I was tied in front of a pillar.

A group of people below were muttering something, but I couldn't understand it at all.

"What are you going to do?"

I was a little angry, "Let me go."

Those people all held scissors in their hands, very sharp knives, as if they wanted to cut me into pieces.

"They said that you killed their clan leader. When you were dying, the clan leader cast a blood curse, so that bloody hole appeared on your body. Now they want to avenge the clan leader."

The person traveling with me translated it for me.

"No, it's not me. I was transferred by others. I am also a victim."

I struggled to get him to translate it to them.

He muttered a lot, but I don’t know if he explained it clearly.

One of the men on crutches walked up to me. He frowned. Only then did I see the face clearly. It seemed that the entire nose, even the eyes and mouth, were deeply sunk into the head.

Viewed from the side, it looks like a moon.

He chirped something to me, then walked away and said something to his companion.

Then those people let me go.

Then he told me something, but I didn't hear it clearly.

"He will help you heal."

the companion told me.

I still don’t know the name of this tribe, but I know that they are elusive and have not interacted with anyone for a long time. Many years ago, their tribe leader saved a person, but I didn’t expect that person to be ungrateful and greedy for money and killed the tribe leader.

That's why the clan leader cast a blood curse.

Obviously, that person is Bai Yan.

The old man with a half-moon face who went back with us was in his fifties. He said he wanted me to help him find Bai Yan. He wants to bring Bai Yan's skull back to the tribe and then sacrifice it to the tribe leader.

Of course I agreed.

After three days and nights of traveling, we got a ride-hailing ride and finally returned to the south.

I settled down with the old man for a while, and then went to find Baiyan's villa.

Although I don't know where his home is specifically, whenever I mention Bai Yan, especially the workers, I will naturally gnash my teeth and want to have cramps, peel off the skin, drink blood and eat flesh.

"Then where does he live?"

I asked the fellow villagers.

"Frozen water villa."

Those people told us and also told us exactly how to get there.

"What do you do?"

those people asked me.

"Debt collector."

I replied coldly.

"Look at the three of you, then don't go, otherwise your legs will be broken and you won't get anything. Last time a few of us went to ask for money from a place, we almost lost our lives. That place is evil."

The fellow warned me.

It turns out that road is called Frozen Water Avenue.

"Dude, is that you?"

It was the driver again, "Do you remember me? Where are you going? Get in the car!"

Yes, he was the one who drove me into a car. After hesitating for a while, I got in the car.

Then I got in the car and firmly held onto the armrest, and tied the seat belt again and again.

"Don't be nervous."

He seemed to be comforting me, "This time is different from last time. This time I got my driver's license!"

"I……"

"Where to go?"

the driver asked.

"Frozen water villa."

"What the hell? You are going there, stop joking." He didn't believe it.

I took out three Mao Yepa cards and said, "Drive!"