Chapter 150 Dad is not a burden

Jia Luo's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Dad, Fourth Brother, there is a flute sound, let's go and take a look!"

Wen Lingyue frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy, but seeing Jia Luo's face full of expectation, he hesitated for a moment and nodded.

The three of them walked quickly in the direction of the flute sound. At the end of the alley, they saw a young man in a white sweater sitting by an ancient well and playing the flute.

He had a stern face and exuded an aura that kept people at a distance. The flute sound came from the simple flute in his hand.

Seeing someone approaching, the young man stopped playing, raised his head and looked at them, his eyes were as cold as an abyss.

"What's up?" The young man's voice was cold and without a trace of warmth.

Jia Luo took a step forward and asked with a smile: "Brother, your flute sounds so beautiful!"

The young man frowned slightly and was silent for a moment, as if he was considering whether to answer.

After a long while, he stood up, brushed off the nonexistent dust on his clothes, and slowly said, "The sound of my flute is just what I feel."

He said that without waiting for their response, he turned around and walked away quickly, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

"This..." Wan Yan was stunned.

The three of them stared in the direction where the young man disappeared, stunned for a long while.

"Why is this person so weird?" Wan Yan scratched his head, his face full of confusion.

Jia Luo was still immersed in the melodious and mysterious flute sound, and murmured: "His flute seems to be telling a story."

Wen Lingyue retracted his gaze, his expression solemn: "Don't worry about him for now, this alley is weird, we have almost finished our walk, let's go back to the hotel and make a long-term plan."

Back in the hotel room, Jia Luo couldn't wait to open the yellowed book and read it carefully under the light. From time to time, he exchanged a few words with Wan Yan about the vague maps and mysterious records in the book.

Wen Lingyue sat aside, writing and drawing on a notebook with a pen, organizing the clues he had collected today, his brows never relaxed.

"Dad, look at the mysterious altar mentioned here, could it be the thing hidden in the forest that uncle mentioned?"

Jia Luo pointed at a scribbled description on the booklet, his big eyes full of inquiry.

Wen Lingyue shook his head slightly: "It's hard to say. There is too little information at the moment, so we can't jump to conclusions. But we must find a way to explore that forest, but we must be fully prepared and not act rashly."

Wan Yan came over and looked at the map in the booklet: "This map is too simple. I can't find any exact landmarks. Should we find a guide who is more familiar with the local terrain?"

As he was speaking, Wen Lingyue's cell phone rang. He picked up the phone, and after listening to a few words, his face turned a little ugly.

After hanging up the phone, he said to Jialuo and Wanyan: "The local friend I contacted has some problems and can't help us. We can only rely on ourselves from now on."

Jia Luo clenched his fists and said with a smile: "Dad, it's okay. We will go and have a look tomorrow. Have you forgotten what I do?"

Wen Lingyue pinched Jialuo's chubby face lovingly and said lovingly: "Okay, listen to our Luoluo!"

Wan Yan also patted his chest and said, "That's right, with Luo Luo and I here, you can rest assured, Uncle Wen."

The next morning, Wan Yan bought a lot of things needed for going into the mountains and brought them back. Jia Luo sorted those things and put them in his bag.

The three of them packed up and set foot on the land of western Sichuan again.

They drove all the way to the mountainous area in the southwest. Along the way, the mountains were undulating and the scenery was beautiful, but there was an inexplicable tranquility and depression.

When we reached halfway up the mountain, the fog thickened, our vision was obstructed, and the temperature around us seemed to drop.

"Dad, Dad, stop the car!"

Jia Luo suddenly shouted loudly, and Wen Lingyue quickly stepped on the brakes.

"What's wrong, Lolo?"

Wen Lingyue and Wan Yan asked in unison, their faces full of tension.

Jia Luo pointed out the car window and widened his eyes: "Look, there seems to be light flashing in that cloud."

Wen Lingyue and Wan Yan looked in the direction she pointed, and saw a faint light flickering in the thick fog.

"How come there is light out of nowhere in this deep forest?" Wan Yan frowned, his face full of vigilance.

Jia Luo was excited: "Maybe some treasure is calling us, let's go and take a look."

Wen Lingyue thought for a moment and said, "Let's go find a way and go up and take a look!"

The three got out of the car, and Wan Yan took out equipment such as trekking poles from the trunk and distributed them to everyone. He then carefully checked everyone's backpacks to make sure no important items were left out.

"Everyone, be careful. This mountain is filled with fog and it's easy to get lost." Wen Lingyue warned solemnly.

After that, Jia Luo took out two talismans from his bag and handed them to them, saying in a baby voice: "Dad, Fourth Brother, you two should take these talismans with you. Even if you get lost, I can find you, especially you, Dad!"

"Well, there is also this, Dad, you take it too. This is the dagger my third brother gave me. You see, there are life-saving medicines here, and there are also mechanisms here. Take it for self-defense!"

Wen Lingyue also knew that he was just an ordinary person. If they got separated, he might become food for the jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains.

Therefore, he must protect himself so that Luo Luo has time to look for him.

He took the dagger, his eyes full of emotion, and gently touched Jialuo's head: "Don't worry, Luoluo, Dad will protect himself and won't hold you back."

"Dad is not a burden. Only when Dad is by my side, Lolo will not be afraid of anything!" Jialuo said seriously.

Wan Yan also laughed and joked: "Our Luo Luo is considerate. With these, I feel more at ease now."

As he said this, he carefully put away the talisman paper, tightened the trekking pole in his hand, and looked into the depths of the mist: "Let's go and see what the light is from."

Jia Luo put on her small bag, nodded vigorously, and followed Wen Lingyue. The three of them moved forward step by step towards the light with difficulty.

The mountain road became increasingly rugged. The slippery moss and exposed tree roots seemed like deliberately set traps, causing them to stumble from time to time.

However, after they walked for a long time, the light was still looming in front of them. It seemed to be very close, but it could not get closer.

The fog grew thicker, almost completely engulfing their figures. It was so quiet all around that the only sounds they could hear were each other's heavy breathing and the sound of dead branches and leaves being crushed under their feet.

"This light is so weird, why does it look like a mirage?"

Wan Yan was breathing heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He raised his hand to wipe it, and his brows were wrinkled into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

Wen Lingyue looked up at the sky. The lead-gray clouds were hanging down heavily, adding a sense of oppression to the forest.

He thought to himself that if he delayed any further, the danger in the forest would increase exponentially once dark.

"Mirages shouldn't appear here. And you see, we entered the mountain at 11 o'clock, and we have been walking for more than two hours. It's almost two o'clock now. Look at the sky, it looks like it's going to get dark." Wen Lingyue said worriedly.