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"What? Information related to Wuluo Mountain?!"

Wang Pengpai and the others were shocked when they heard this. This is definitely a big gain! Having just been 'marked' by the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain, everyone felt uncertain and felt a sense of anxiety and urgency. Most of the fear and uneasiness came from the unknown. Now that Captain An and the others actually received something, everyone felt much more positive and rushed over.

"Team An, nothing happened when you were trying to get that broken monument related to the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain."

Wang Pengpai, who was squeezing in the front, said worriedly: "We are in trouble this afternoon!"

"Are the statues of the Salt God and the remains of the tablets at the corn shoots?"

Bai Feibai asked about this.

"Well, the Salt God statue and the remaining monument are a bit polluted."

An Xuefeng responded: "It gets dark too fast and there is no time to clean up."

The white tiger's semicircular ears stand on top of his head, with one ear twisted to the back and the other tilted toward Yi Ling, keenly capturing all sounds. It gets dark very quickly here, and there is no normal 'sunset' process. When An Xuefeng and his party entered the hospital, the sky was still misty gray, but now it is completely dark.

"Don't worry, I can hear the drums."

Seeing that Miao Fangfei and the others all looked worried, An Xuefeng said calmly and the tiger ears on his head moved. The sound of the funeral drum heralds the coming danger. The Tujia people who have lived here for generations have their own rich experience and understanding of danger. As a white tiger recognized by all the villagers in Zhimata Village, An Xuefeng can understand this kind of group. cognition.

When he heard the faint sound of drums, he ordered Mao Xiaole and the others to return to the B\u0026B immediately.

"Fortunately, there is Team An, otherwise it would be too dangerous."

Mao Xiaole sighed with emotion, with lingering fear: "In addition to the statue of the Salt God and the stone tablet, we also found a lot of funerary objects, half of which were engraved with words."

They did not bring special tools and containers, so it was difficult to bring back some of the funerary objects. Mao Xiaole originally wanted to outline and imprint these characters and patterns on the blank talisman paper he carried with him on the spot, but the security team gave the order and they had to scramble. Wrap all these things and let the corn shoots swallow them and bring them back. It depends on luck how many of them remain intact.

But no matter how good the thing is, it is not as important as life. Fortunately, he came back in time, otherwise An Xuefeng would have had to dig out the marrow and press oil to make a tiger oil lamp on site that could dispel the darkness.

"An team?"

After a busy day, I was cold and hungry, and my mental state was not very good. Mao Xiaole couldn't wait to go into the main room to warm up by the fire and have a rest. However, An Xuefeng's tall figure kept blocking the door and refused to go in. After waiting for a while and there was no movement, Mao Xiaole couldn't help but asked in confusion.

"Go back to your room and tidy up first."

An Xuefeng said righteously: "Everyone is very tired, don't rush for a while, we will have another meeting in the evening."

He said it seriously. From the moment he stood at the door of the main room until now, he didn't even look at Yi Ling. But even when he stood at the door of the main room, he didn't go in. The main room is where Director Ling rests at night. There is no bed here, so Director Ling lays down the bedding and sleeps directly on the floor. Everyone knows that he loves cleanliness and is a germaphobe, so when they gather in the main room to communicate, they always take off their shoes in the corridor or outside by default. At this moment, the floor of the main room was extremely clean. Miao Fangfei, who was full of enthusiasm to repay her 'benefactor', used Golden Silkworm Gu to clean the floor specially for Ling Dao.

Even the dark iron hook directly above the fire pit was cleaned and polished, which was highly praised by Zero Guide. When An Xuefeng opened the door, he took a quick glance and noticed that the main room was extremely clean. They had been digging mud all afternoon. It had rained today, and the mountains were full of mud and water. They were so dirty, how could they just enter the main room like this?

Mao Xiaole, Wang Yushu's room was also on the first floor, and they could enter through the corridor. Although Lu Shucheng's room was on the second floor, she was very good at it, especially after turning into a wolf. She had no problem jumping from the outside to the corridor on the second floor. Although An Xuefeng didn't say it explicitly, everyone consciously thought of Ling Dao's mysophobia, and no one had any objection. Lu Shucheng turned into a big wolf and jumped up to the second floor, while An Xuefeng and Mao Xiaole went back to their respective rooms.

Wang Pengpai was a thoughtful person. He had already boiled water for An Xuefeng who was out digging the statue of the Salt God. The dirty clothes were piled by the door. When An Xuefeng was taking a bath, he heard from Wang Pengpai what happened to them this afternoon. matter.

"An'an team is safe. Although Director Ling said it's okay, I really don't know what to do."

Wang Pengpeng said with a bitter face: "You didn't see how miserable that old man died. Mao Zhong had a copper head and iron arms, but he died quietly, as dead as an onion." ”

Everyone was in shock in the afternoon, but Bai Feibai had been very stable. He carefully inspected the large pile of dark brown flesh left behind after Lao Linjun's death, but the results of the inspection were even more heartbreaking. He pulled the pile of flesh and skin into five piles. The outermost pile of flesh and skin was covered with black corpse hair, which was tough and dense. According to Wang Pengpai, it was all filled with corpse poison. The inner layer of flesh skin is dark green on top of dark brown, like a layer of rotten moss growing close to the skin, which becomes charred black when exposed to light.

Further inside, it is similar to this layer of greenish crust, except that it is whitened on a dark brown basis, like a layer of unclean salt grains precipitating on a dried corpse, and then the layer inside is except for the color. Outside it is very similar to human skin, except that it is purple and dark brown.

"Purple stiffness, white stiffness, green stiffness, hairy stiffness."

Wang Pengpeng counted on his fingers: "Hey, dear, the four rings of skin that this old man shed correspond to the four stages of corpse transformation!"

And the scary thing is that when each pile of skin is circled, it can form a complete human figure. Each layer of skin is connected to its own 'nails'. When spread out, it is like a paper tube cut vertically. When circled, it returns to its original shape. .

It's like shedding and degenerating layer by layer until finally death. The innermost skin of the fifth pile was Lao Linjun's human skin. It was fragile and dry, far less tough and strong than the fossilized skin. It split into two halves like a scratched plastic bag when fiddled with a branch.

"Team An, Director Zero said we were not contaminated, but were marked by the mountain god."

Wang Pengpeng babbled: "We won't be like this when we get up tomorrow morning, won't we shed a layer of skin too! But we are all human beings, unlike old Zongzi, we only have one layer of skin, and if we shed it, we will die, right? !”

"It turned out to be the gaze of the mountain god."

An Xuefeng wiped his hair and came out. He took a shower quickly and neatly changed into a clean black turtleneck cashmere sweater and a pair of spare trousers. His feet turned into tiger claws and he could easily walk barefoot on the floor: "We dug the Salt God. I also encountered the statue when I saw it, and it turned out that it was the gaze of the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain.”

"What?! Did you encounter it too?!"

Wang Pengpai was startled, and followed An Xuefeng like a duck chasing its mother.

"Well, the mountain god is a god. When he looks towards you, the surrounding areas will also be affected."

An Xuefeng said, squatting next to Wang Pengpai's suitcase and digging out the mustard he had packed at the bottom of the suitcase. Wang Pengpai is a bit greedy and can't eat compressed biscuits. If he can't, he has to order pickled vegetables. But now he didn't care about his treasured mustard, and eagerly squatted next to An Xuefeng, waiting for him to elaborate.

"We have to talk about it in the meeting. Let's go down and talk about it together."

An Xuefeng didn't care about Wang Pengpai's little look, picked up the pickled mustard and left. He also made a suggestion: "Bring some chili sauce next time you go out. This is good."

In addition to pickled mustard, Wang Pengpai also used a small bottle of fermented bean curd to make compressed biscuits. An Xuefeng wasn't sure whether this thing would suit Yi Ling's taste, so he took it with him.

"It's hard to bring chili sauce with you. It can easily leak if you're not careful."

Wang Pengpeng was fully prepared and immediately said: "I knew we were coming to the mountains. Although I didn't bring chili sauce, I did bring a pack of dried chili peppers and ginger slices!"

The cold in the south is different from the cold in the north. Bringing some dried chilies and dried ginger can not only remove the cold, but it can also be boiled and drank. If necessary, it can also be soaked in the heart blood to increase the yang energy in the lower blood. It is very useful. , Ever since Wang Pengpai knew that he was coming to Xiangxi, he had made everything ready!

"good."

An Xuefeng gave him an appreciative look, turned around and took away half of Wang Pengpai's bag of dried chili peppers.

That night, he showed off his cooking skills and made a dry pot chili chicken nugget, which was particularly delicious. An Xuefeng also sliced ​​the potatoes and fried them with chili until they were dry, like spicy baked potato slices. As expected, Yi Ling was not interested in fermented bean curd, but An Xuefeng's two spicy dishes were highly praised by Ling Dao. His eyes lit up after eating them, and the way he looked at An Xuefeng changed. Others didn't have such a good appetite, so they all gathered together to make porridge. Some potatoes were put in the porridge, and even the staple food was included.

Halfway through the meal, I saw Yi Ling looking over at me from time to time, wanting to hear a story as a side dish. An Xuefeng promptly recounted their afternoon experiences.

"The statue of the Salt God was hidden by Li Jun in a tree behind their village."

"It should be a catalpa tree. The wood is very good. It is used for making coffins."

Mao Xiaole has done some research on this aspect: "Coffins are not easily corroded. Li Jun should have specially selected trees. Other things cannot withstand the corrosion of salt."

An Xuefeng said: "That old tree is old. It is almost as thick as five people hugging each other. There is a bulge at the root of the tree."

At first glance, the hole looks like it was dug by wild animals, but as you dig deeper, there are more and more traces of human excavation. The hole connected to most of the tree trunks was hollowed out, enough to accommodate two people. The most conspicuous thing inside was a statue enshrined on several green bricks.

Mao Xiaole was small, so he crawled into the tree hole with An Xuefeng. The inside is like a salt well, covered with a thick layer of salt, and there is corrosive salt brine under your feet.

"It is covered with a thick layer of coarse-grained salt crystals, the size of a palm, and the top is sunken, with a puddle of blue water accumulating."

"It's like the color of a salt lake."

Mao Xiaole added: "The salt crust is too thick and can't be seen from its appearance, but Team An sensed it was this."

"Um."

An Xuefeng responded: "In addition to the statue of the Salt God, there are also some funerary objects in the tree cave, which have been severely corroded by salt. There is a stone tablet that is relatively well preserved."

Mao Xiaole recognized some words on the stone tablet.

"These things, including the statue of the Salt God, seem to be burial objects in the tomb of the Tusi King in Wuluo Mountain."

"After being 'displeased' by the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain, he lived outside after an earthquake!"