Chapter 672 We accidentally entered
"fog?"
When Han Qiguang heard these words, he was stunned.
He turned around and looked at Xie Yuchuan, "What do you think?"
Just a while ago, they had just passed through a heavy fog, and now, a stranger suddenly appeared in front of them because of the heavy fog?
Xie Yuchuan and Han Qiguang had the same idea.
Xie Yuchuan looked at the young mountain dweller with a serious look, "What kind of fog?"
"Yes, what kind of thing was it? Can you still remember it?" Han Qiguang asked.
"able!"
The young mountain dweller thought about this and said, "The elders in the village all said that the deep mountains are where the mountain gods cultivate themselves, and it's a forbidden area. We younger generations are not allowed to hunt there on weekdays, so I sneaked in. I was just curious, and I didn't see anything strange along the way. I walked deeper into the mountains without realizing it."
He slowed down, and under the gazes of Xie Yuchuan, Han Qiguang and the others, he continued, "At first, entering the mountain during the day seemed quite smooth, and I didn't feel any problems. But by the time I realized I couldn't get out, I was already trapped here."
Xie Yuchuan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Trapped by the fog?"
"No," the young mountain dweller shook his head. "It wasn't at first. I just kept circling around here and couldn't get out, no matter how many times I marked it. It was like something was blocking my eyes. No matter how I turned, I kept going around in circles within this area. Eventually, I ran out of food and water. As I was dying, I felt a thick fog rising around me. I thought it was a dying hallucination until you emerged from the fog."
Having said this, he turned his head left and right, still wondering in disbelief: "But I really don't know how I got here. This... doesn't seem to be outside the cave."
"Nonsense, there's only dirt all around here, it's nothing like outside the mountain." Wei Shi said helplessly in a rough voice.
His voice was a bit rough to begin with, and he startled the other person when he suddenly opened his mouth. Fortunately, the young mountain man was not a timid person, and he just shrugged his shoulders.
Han Qiguang asked him, "Where are you from?" He pointed at the man's clothes and said, "Looking at your clothes, have you always lived in the mountains?"
The young mountain dweller nodded: "I was born and raised in the mountains."
"Have you ever been down the mountain? Do you know what the situation is like down there?"
Han Qiguang suddenly asked a completely unrelated question, which caught Xie Yuchuan's attention.
But he did not interrupt Han Qiguang's deliberate questioning, as if he had guessed what he wanted to do in an instant.
The young mountain man looked at Han Qiguang, then looked up at him, and finally lowered his head to think for a moment. Instead of answering directly, he asked cautiously, "Where are you from?"
"Hey, this guy is very smart." Han Qiguang couldn't help laughing, turned around and glanced at the two people behind him and teased.
Xie Yuchuan lowered his eyes, and his already cold gaze instantly became more oppressive.
The young man couldn't help but shudder slightly, and muttered with some fear: "We have been hiding in the mountains for many years. The village doesn't allow young people to go down the mountain to cause trouble."
What he meant was that he didn't know what they wanted to know about the situation down the mountain.
But how could Xie Yuchuan and Han Qiguang, two smart guys, possibly believe this answer?
Xie Yuchuan pondered for a moment and said, "We are from Daliang Kyoto."
Han Qiguang stared at the mountain dwellers with a smile and nodded. "That's right. What about you? Where were the people in your village from before they fled into the mountains to avoid disaster?"
They both thought that after they finished talking, the other party would feel at ease and tell them the truth, but unexpectedly, the other party's reaction was completely different from what they expected.
After hearing what Xie Yuchuan and Han Qiguang said, the young mountain man's expression did not relax, but became even more nervous. He looked at the two of them nervously, and even seemed to want to retreat.
Huh?
This reaction is not right!
"Which... Which Daliang Kyoto?"
Xie Yuchuan: "..."
Han Qiguang: Huh?
The two exchanged a quick glance and immediately grasped the key point. Han Qiguang's expression became more serious and he asked, "Daliang of Qi Yongliang, why are the people in your village not citizens of Daliang?"
After hearing this, the young mountain man's face turned pale: !!!
Han Qiguang: ???
"You, you guys... you guys are from Daliang?!"
"Yeah, I don't know what the problem is here, aren't you?"
"How is it possible?!" The young mountain villager looked incredulous.
Han Qiguang laughed angrily, "How can it be impossible? Isn't this the Panlong Ridge in Yucheng? Didn't your ancestors tell you that?"
The young mountain dweller's lips trembled as he asked again, "Are you really alive? Have I starved to death? This light... and your clothes are so strange."
Han Qiguang wanted to curse.
We've been together for a long time, why did you still think they were dead?
Just as he was about to speak, his shoulders sank.
Xie Yuchuan held his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "You are not from Daliang."
The young mountain man nodded vigorously.
Just when Xie Yuchuan wanted to ask the next question, the other party suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed again!
Xie Yuchuan, Han Qiguang and others were speechless until the other party finally calmed down. Only then did they learn the real reason through a combination of kindness and force.
"But the Daliang Dynasty ceased to exist two hundred years ago!"
So said the young mountain people.
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, shocking Xie Yuchuan, Han Qiguang and others so much that they were speechless for a long time.
I don’t know how long it took.
In the silence at the bottom of the mountain, Xie Yuchuan's deep voice was heard asking, "Then... what dynasty is it now, and who is in power?"
The young villager carefully recalled what the elders had said and said, "We're just villagers. We don't know who's in power down there. We just heard in the village that when our ancestors took their families and hid in the mountains, several families down there were fighting. It was a chaotic situation, and most of the villagers died. The remaining people were forced to flee to the mountains with their families. Now, I hear from people who occasionally come down the mountain to trade goods that the current emperor has passed away, and the town is collecting taxes from every household, and the people are having a hard time."
Xie Yuchuan and Han Qiguang thought they had misheard. Han Qiguang stood up, crossed his arms, took a deep breath, and said with emotion: "Yuheng, this is a bit weird. Is there something wrong with him, or is there something wrong with our ears?" He took a deep breath and said, "Or is there something wrong with this place?"
Xie Yuchuan narrowed his eyes and said solemnly, "Two hundred years."
Han Qiguang turned his head and looked down, confirming again, "Brother, please recall carefully, is the Daliang you mentioned really two hundred years ago?"
The young mountaineer nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"Where were you lying before you saw the fog?"
"In the woods."
"Do you know where this is?"
"have no idea."
"This is underground."
The young mountaineer's expression changed again. He stammered twice and asked tremblingly, "Am I dead?"
Han Qiguang smiled, "That's not the case, but I guess you might have accidentally entered another place."
He had just finished speaking when he heard Xie Yuchuan say beside him: "Maybe we accidentally got in here."
Han Qiguang turned around and looked at him: "Huh?!!!"
(End of this chapter)
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