Chapter 38 Those Who Abandoned Me (11) (1st update + 2nd update + 3.2w nutrient solution 3rd update) [VIP]
"You should have said it earlier," She Mochu said impatiently, facing the nervous village chief. "We only develop scenic spots based on whether there is development value here. As for your messy rumors, they are nothing to us."
"Oh, so that's it," the village chief's tense back suddenly relaxed, "Then when you go back, leaders, this scenic spot won't..."
"No, don't worry." Lu Changfeng received the signal from his brother Chu and stepped forward to play the good cop, "Uncle He, didn't we say it at the beginning? We are only responsible for the geographical part. As for infectious diseases, they have nothing to do with us, and they have nothing to do with the development of the scenic area. It is enough for us to know that there is no mudslide here."
"It's okay, that's fine." The village chief breathed a sigh of relief and finally saw the two members of the geographical survey team off like their ancestors.
Time goes back to the present.
Bai Jinshu hugged his chest and closed his eyes to rest. Lu Changfeng relayed the information they had learned in the afternoon to the others: "There is no record of the village chief's family. This village is remote, and there is no village history or family tree. The village chief hesitated at first and refused to say anything. Brother Chu used some tricks to get him to tell us that this village suddenly moved out of the mountains hundreds of years ago because of an epidemic."
"Where did this infectious disease come from?" Guan Hongyan looked puzzled.
"I don't know," Lu Changfeng repeated the village chief's words. "It is said that many people died at that time. This village is too remote, and no quack doctors are willing to come. So for safety reasons, the village chief at that time moved the village out. All the sick people stayed in the village, and those who were not sick came out to build this new village."
"What's there to hide?" Li Ren couldn't help but ask.
These things happened hundreds of years ago, and the medical level in ancient times was not advanced. A fever could cause death, not to mention the flu or cold.
If it was a really serious infectious disease, the entire village would be wiped out before they could move out of the village.
"Maybe he feels unlucky..." Lu Changfeng guessed.
"After all, the cave is not far from the cave we went to during the day. According to the inertia of building ancestral tombs around the village, the old site of the village is probably not far from the cave. They may be afraid that we will not develop this place after they tell us." Yun Guang confirmed his speculation.
"But there must be some other problem with this epidemic." He turned the pen in his hand. "Tomorrow we will try to go into the mountains and see if we can find the old site of the village."
"Maybe they didn't mention it because they did something wrong at the time," Lu Changfeng guessed, "Didn't they say that all the sick people were kept here? Maybe those people didn't stay here voluntarily, but were locked up in the old site of the village to die."
They were clearly abandoned by their families, hated by their friends, and forced to stay in the village and wait for death. However, hundreds of years have passed, and there is no trace left of what their predecessors did. Instead, their sacrifice has been turned into voluntary death and dedication as it has been passed down from generation to generation.
Even this horrific history has been covered up and turned into a "rumor" that today's descendants are reluctant to talk about.
"There are also pickled vegetables." Bai Jinshu said.
"Oh, yes, yes, there are also pickled vegetables," Lu Changfeng came back to his senses from his imagination, "Brother Chu suspects that there is something wrong with the pickled vegetables, but the village chief's expression makes it seem like we can't talk about it anymore. Brother Chu means that we should find an opportunity later to..." and ask again.
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a knock on the door at the courtyard gate.
At the gate of the courtyard, the uncle opened the door and saw the members of the investigation team sitting in a circle in front of a table. There were many notebooks on the table, and some people were holding pens. The expression on his face immediately became apologetic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't disturb you at work, did I? I came to ask you something, and when I heard you talking about pickled vegetables, I thought you were chatting."
Lu Changfeng had just said half of his words when the "opportunity" to turn around and find another way to ask again came.
"It's okay, uncle." Yun Guang was very experienced in tricking people. He understood what Lu Changfeng wanted to say before he finished listening to him. He closed the notebook on the table that was used to summarize the clues with one hand and said naturally, "We were just talking about the pickled vegetables in our village."
"When we build a tourist attraction here, we will definitely have supporting facilities, such as hotels and restaurants. We came here to investigate and we must ask about these things clearly," he said seriously, as if it was a real matter. "We came here this afternoon to do a folk custom publicity survey. We were just discussing whether the pickled vegetables in our village can be promoted as a classic specialty food and whether there is any allusion."
"It's a story about pickles." Lu Changfeng explained quickly.
"The story of pickles..." The uncle was confused and racked his brains for a long time, "What kind of story do you want? Why do you have to tell a story just for eating pickles?"
City people are really strange.
"It will be easy to sell then," Bai Jinshu, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the back, said calmly, "A bag of pickled mustard tuber is 1.5 yuan. If you say that this is something the emperor ate during his incognito visit and praised it for being delicious, you can sell it for 10.5 yuan. If there's a famous poet who was banished here and wrote a poem about the pickled mustard tuber, you can sell it for 20.5 yuan."
"If this wild vegetable of yours is only available on your mountain, then it is limited to that area and costs 50.5 yuan. If it only grows in spring, then it is limited to that season and costs 100.5 yuan, and the supply is limited. Then find a design company to make a gift box and sell it. You can sell 30% at the original price, 20% to the distributor, and the remaining 50% to speculate on the price. Then the pickled mustard tuber will cost 500.5 yuan."
He drew this cake so nonchalantly and as if it were a matter of course that the uncle's eyes widened.
"Five hundred yuan?" He exclaimed, "Our wild vegetables are everywhere in the mountains in spring, they are... they are not worth anything at all, they can't even be sold for one dollar and fifty cents, how can anyone buy them for five hundred yuan?"
"Besides, you city people can't get used to it..."
"If there is a story and it can be packaged, then it can be sold," Bai Jinshu raised his eyebrows, "It depends on whether you can package it."
"Well, no emperor has ever come to our village, and we don't have many poets here..." The uncle had long forgotten why he came here, and his mind and eyes were filled with five hundred yuan of pickled vegetables.
"What about myths and legends?" Bai Jinshu asked calmly, as if he had expected something. "Are there any myths and legends that can be related to this?
The uncle racked his brains but couldn't come up with anything.
"Since there is no story behind it, then let's talk about its health benefits." The young man with vertical pupils sitting on the stone bench leaned back and slightly raised his eyelids. He had learned all the tricks of the unscrupulous merchants. "Clearing the lungs and detoxifying, promoting the production of body fluids and quenching thirst, curing infertility, insomnia and hair loss, there must be one of these."
"This..." The uncle rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly, "Isn't this a lie..."
"This pickled vegetable and black fungus can cleanse the lungs in spring. Isn't that what you said during the day?" At this point in the conversation, Bai Jinshu took the initiative. "If this rumor is confirmed, it may be sold for fifteen hundred yuan."
His voice was calm and indifferent, without a hint of temptation, but it made the uncle more and more excited, and he felt that the day when he would make a lot of money was just around the corner.
The uncle was convinced by him: "Yes, yes, we have always had this saying here, spring cleanses the lungs."
"Is there no more detailed story?" Bai Jinshu raised his eyebrows. "People like to pay for the stories behind the products, the scarcity of limited edition products, and the health benefits of food. Just a specious statement won't sell for more than a thousand dollars."
"Be careful..." The uncle hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up, "Xiao She, we don't have any legends about this."
"Then I'll make one up, and you can listen to it." Under his gaze, She Mochu curled the corners of his lips and supported his chin with one hand, "Let's say that a strange disease appeared in your village hundreds of years ago."
The uncle's breathing suddenly stopped.
"The medical technology at that time was not advanced, and there was no way to treat it. People could only wait to die. More and more people were suffering from this disease, and the villagers began to feel insecure. At this time, the village chief suddenly stood up..." He paused here with a sense of malice as he observed the uncle's increasingly nervous expression, "and said that he had discovered a magical herb."
"This herb can grow all over the hillside in spring and has strong vitality. So the village chief, with the mentality of giving it a try, served it to the patient. Who would have thought that the person with the strange disease would recover quickly."
"Later, this story was passed down, and picking wild vegetables in spring to make pickles became a village custom, representing their remembrance of this past event."
"How is it?" He stopped narrating. "If this story gets out, the wild vegetables from the mountain can be sold for several thousand yuan. We can promote it this way in the future."
"Very good, very good." The uncle looked tense and forced a smile, "Xiao She, it's getting late now, I won't disturb you guys to sleep."
Bai Jinshu clearly mentioned the tempting number of "several thousand yuan", but the desire in the uncle's eyes disappeared completely, and he even looked a lot more nervous.
Even Lu Changfeng, who had the thickest nerves, could tell that something was wrong.
"Uncle, you haven't told us why you came to see us," She Mochu sat there, not noticing his nervousness at all, "What did you come to us to ask at night?"
"...Yes, yes, I'm here to ask a question." The uncle, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly stopped, and the tension on his face seemed to fade a lot because of the next question.
He rubbed his hands and said, "This afternoon, the people in our village cleared the path up the mountain, but there are too many rocks, dead trees, and things that have fallen down from the mountain, so it's not convenient for us to go up and clear them."
"I just want to ask, is it okay if the rocks on this mountain are not cleared? Will it delay your progress in investigating the scenic area?"
"No." Yun Guang said in a gentle voice.
"We only have the investigation project in the cave for the next few days," he said. He was telling the truth. "We have discussed with Teacher Ma and decided to live in the village and go up there every day."
Time flows backwards, and everything that happened in the next few days has already happened in the past few days.
"That's good," the uncle looked like he was in a hurry to leave, and hurriedly brought out the team leader to pressure them, "I noticed that Teacher Ma didn't look very good, and I thought you didn't plan to continue investigating. In that case, I'll leave first. It's getting late, and you should go to bed."
This time Bai Jinshu did not ask to keep him, so the uncle was able to leave the yard in a hurry.
Looking at his guilty look, anyone with eyes would know where the next target of investigation would be.
The old site of the village definitely hides a secret that everyone in this place is keeping secret.
"Brother Chu..." Lu Changfeng's face was full of amazement and shock, "How do you know there must be something wrong here?"
If She Mochu had not insisted on tracing the origin, he might have stopped asking when the village chief said he didn't know why they moved out hundreds of years ago, and when the uncle said there were no stories or legends about pickled vegetables. He would not have obtained such important information now.
Bai Jin said: "I saw it."
Lu Changfeng was a little moved: "Brother Chu, are your eyes really that amazing?"
Apart from the limitation of not being able to see still objects clearly and some poor eyesight, these eyes seem to be really powerful.
After putting it on, you can directly fight against mythical creatures, see things that others can't notice, and discover that the other party seems to be hiding secrets during the conversation.
It's nothing but a little inconvenient at times.
If you have poor eyesight, you can wear glasses. If you think they are too conspicuous, you can wear a pair of colored contact lenses. Lu Changfeng felt shamefully tempted.
When his brother Chu met him for the first time, he said that if he liked the same kind of glasses, he would pick a pair for him if he saw them in the future. Did he really mean that?
Bai Jinshu looked at the fat man's expression, which was about to become concrete, and stretched his neck, which was a little sore from looking down for too long, and added mercilessly: "Use your brain to see."
"Observe, feel, and think," he lazily said, closing his door. "You are still far from it. What's the point of changing your tactics?"
Amid the overwhelming barrage of comments like "I'm so handsome" and "Oh my god, he really is so pretentious", Lu Changfeng looked at his teammates in shock.
"Don't look at me," Guan Hongyan rolled her eyes unceremoniously, "I want to know who this person is more than you do."
Among the top members of the Foundation, who is so rude and pretentious? ! He implied everyone in the courtyard with just one sentence!
Yun Guang shrugged: "Do you still think he is the Holy Father?"
Guan Hongyan: ...
“I think he’s poisonous!”
She looked at Lu Changfeng in disbelief: "How could you call him 'Brother Chu' without wanting to beat him up?"
Lu Changfeng: "Maybe I'm used to it..."
In the last world, he was already used to being outsmarted by his brother Ao...
And he really thinks that these two people are very strong... they are not in the same league as him anyway. This is how the big guys talk. It makes sense, right?
"It's really scary," Guan Hongyan looked him up and down, "Lu Changfeng, you should be wary of workplace PUA."
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In Bai Jinshu's room, which was separated by a door, "She Mochu" who had just mocked everyone was not as lazy and natural as people outside imagined.
Bai Jinshu closed the door, turned around, and stood at the door, feeling that he had a lot of questions to type.
Hello? This is his room, right?
Then who can tell him why there is an evil god sitting upright on his bed with a book in his hands?
Sensing the sound of him opening the door, the evil god who was sitting upright on the bed raised his eyes, his eyes full of concreteness, "Since you will be considered as slacking off if you go to the team leader's place, then it's okay for me to come over, right?"
Bai Jinshu: ???
He felt that this was not a good idea. This person... no, this god was a little too familiar.
Inside the room, the evil god looked calm as he turned another page of the book in his hand.
Is there something wrong with the evil god Huaijiamu? Would a normal evil god get along with his believers like this?
Bai Jinshu selectively ignored the fact that he awakened the evil god with "love" in the previous space, and used the other party as a tool in this world. He very badly put all the blame on the other party.
Fang Shaoning, have you really not felt that there is something wrong with your evil god over the years? He has been sealed in the Ten Thousand Mountains for so long. Could it be that someone tricked him into going there?
Then he stepped forward with a righteous heart and joined the group of the Deceiving Evil God. He deliberately leaned on Huai Jiamu's knees and blinked happily. His tone was excited and restrained, as if he was really happy about the other party's arrival: "You...you are here."
Huai Jiamu slightly shifted his gaze away and pursed his lips uncomfortably.
As if he remembered the scene in the previous space where Bai Jinshu leaned on his knees, the discomfort on his face even deepened.
Two different faces overlapped at the same angle. The young man with vertical pupils spoke in a brisk tone, which was more vivid than the bewitching look in the previous space.
Haha, is there any conflict between disliking the evil god for being too familiar and him pretending to be a devout believer to deceive the evil god? No.
You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. The sequelae of fixed attributes in the foundation are almost inevitable. The consequences of the last 100% are right in front of us. It's just pretending to be a believer. As long as this is done, the synchronization rate problem that will bother him in the future can be solved. It's simply a good deal.
Bai Jinshu is a perfect template living on the screen. He always knows what kind of actions to make to maximize the emotions and states required for the performance.
The huge screen will magnify every inch of your expression and movement. In the camera that is so detailed that even the pores are visible, any flaw and imperfection will be magnified exponentially and become a flaw and failure in the performance.
He can simulate all the outward manifestations of this emotion anytime and anywhere, but he will never understand the meaning of the emotion itself.
What is love.
What he learned from the long-haired young man was deception, exploitation, and crazy obsession.
So the first step is to deceive your body.
Treat this as an immersive performance that cannot be undone, with cameras everywhere, and scrutinizing and critical eyes following his every breath.
The challenge stimulated the rapid growth of adrenaline, Bai Jinshu's breathing involuntarily quickened, and his body simulated the emotions of tension and excitement.
But his mind remained calm.
A shrewd smile flashed across Bai Jinshu's eyes, and then that smile turned into his usual obedience and obedience in front of the evil god.
His gray snake-like pupils were slightly narrowed, and two living teardrops flickered at the corners of his eyes, then disappeared in the shadow cast by his long eyelashes.
Like a beautiful snake lying on the lap of a god.
It retracted its sharp fangs and venom, drooped its eyelashes lazily, and rested briefly on His lap.
The Foundation's camera randomly switched back and forth among the team members as usual. Just as it was about to switch to Bai Jinshu, it flashed slightly, and a few snowflakes crossed the screen.
Then, as if it had forgotten that it had just planned to take a picture of Bai Jinshu, it slid around the room smoothly and landed on Yun Guang who was looking up information in the room.
Several doubtful comments flashed by:
[Did I see it wrong? Why did the screen flicker just now? ]
【Why is there a snow screen? 】
[It's probably a connection problem. The connection to some unknown spaces of the Foundation is not very good. There may be some strong energy fluctuations, so there is a snow screen. ]
[Our K-space is like this. When we face the past, the live broadcast will be stuck. Usually, the snow screen is when K-Boss wakes up in the middle of the night and takes a walk. You will get used to it. ]
[Sir, please stay and let me introduce you to our God and Uncle Cthulhu.jpg]*
[Mr. Ke’s nephew is also watching the live broadcast. Please go on your main account and share your thoughts so that everyone can learn more.]
【??? My friend, it’s not too late for you to say you made a typo now…】
[Even if we look at the entire Cthulhu Mythos and the Book of the Dead, the word "uncle" is quite explosive. ]
[The word is “Savior Father”!!! It’s “Our God and Savior Father”, please type it right, it’s really scary!!!]
[It’s over. I can’t forget this typo… Who beat me to amnesia…]
In the bungalow under the pale yellow light, Huai Jiamu turned another page of the book with a normal expression.
Under the shadow cast by the book, Bai Jinshu yawned lazily. This feeling of being temporarily out of synchronization and losing all emotional perception was not good. Just like the days and nights he had spent before, it went against his original intention of coming here.
But it should be said that it is very suitable for sleeping.
She Mochu's lazy mood infected him, and he felt sleepy.
This character's emotions are too intense, and his dreams are better at retaining these emotions than he is. Bai Jinshu had originally prepared himself mentally for having nightmares tonight after the deaths of his two teammates, but now with the automatic arrival of Huai Jiamu, the large inhibitor, it seems that he will be able to sleep well tonight.
Before he could get up, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed.
Great, his large inhibitor can also turn off lights remotely.
Bai Jinshu rolled to the side very naturally, ready to fall into a baby-like sleep.
Before going to sleep, he did not forget to open his eyes, which were watery after yawning, and cast a questioning look at the evil god as if asking for his consent.
He knew that Huai Jiamu could see it, just as Huai Jiamu knew that he could see it too.
Amid the sound of the evil god occasionally flipping through books, Bai Jinshu closed his eyes, and the synchronization rate returned to the fixed attribute normal ratio of 30%, and those collapsed and out-of-control emotions returned to his mind.
Bai Jinshu groped and grabbed the corner of Huai Jiamu's clothes.
Okay, this will be 15%, just right for sleeping.
He never forgets to pray devoutly before going to bed. He is truly a loyal believer in the evil god.
The camera in the live broadcast room still selectively ignored this room. The moon was high in the sky, and all the team members fell asleep at the same time. The reverse timeline slowly jumped forward one day.
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The fourth day that the Foundation investigation team entered unknown space.
It’s the third day since the scenic area project geographical survey team entered the mountain village.
Bai Jinshu opened his eyes amid the gurgling sound of the kettle.
Unlike his previous dreams which were always filled with surging emotions, he had no dreams that night and this time he slept unusually deeply.
The sky outside shone through the light blue tent, casting a quiet light and shadow on this not-so-large space. The voices of the team members could be heard outside the tent. Bai Jinshu smoothed his hair back, turned over in the sleeping bag, and looked around.
The evil god who was reading a book while he fell asleep last night was no longer in the tent. It seemed that either he did not show up yesterday, or he got up too late, and as "Teacher Ma", Huai Jiamu had already gone out.
No wonder I always feel like there's something missing when I wake up.
Bai Jinshu lifted the coat covering the sleeping bag and shook it, then walked out of the tent wearing it.
Outside the tent was a familiar cave. As expected, there was one more person. A girl in red stood behind Zhang Lu.
Seeing him coming out of the tent, Lu Changfeng shouted happily: "Brother Chu, are you up?"
As soon as he said this, Lu Changfeng paused, feeling that this greeting was so damn familiar.
Did he greet his brother Ao in the same way in the previous unknown space?
Fortunately, She Mochu didn't look grumpy after waking up. His hair was a little messy from sleeping, sticking out everywhere, which lessened the creepiness brought by his weird and inhuman feeling, and made him look a lot more down-to-earth. If you didn't look at his eyes, he would believe that he was a college student who had just gotten up from the dormitory in the morning to get ready for the early morning wake-up call.
What's that on his wrist?
Lu Changfeng looked at the black coat in his brother Chu's hand with a strange look: "Brother Chu? What is this?"
He remembered that She Mochu didn't wear this jacket a few days ago, right? Didn't his brother Chu always wear those jackets?
"This?" Bai Jinshu raised his hand, and after receiving Lu Changfeng's affirmative nod, he covered his mouth and yawned, and said casually: "Oh, this should be Teacher Ma's coat."
Lu Changfeng: ???
Why is Mr. Ma’s coat in his place?
"I don't know," Bai Jinshu said without any psychological burden, putting the blame on his future self. "Anyway, I'll be there when I wake up. Maybe something will happen tomorrow night."
"Oh..." Lu Changfeng was convinced by this reason. He touched the back of his head and watched She Mochu knock on the door of the teacher's tent with the coat on. After saying a few words, he handed over the coat and walked towards them as if he had not woken up yet.
"Good morning," he said to everyone with his eyes half-closed, as if he was too lazy to look at them. "Who showed up this morning?"
"Cen Qiwen," the girl standing next to Zhang Lu answered his question herself, "I already know what the situation is now."
Compared with Jiang Jinming and Bi Wu from the previous two days, she didn't seem to be very familiar with the other team members of this exploration, and she didn't have any close friends among them. When she suddenly learned that she would die today, she couldn't help but be unnecessary vigilant and nervous towards everyone.
Bi Wu stood beside Guan Hongyan with her arms folded, not saying a word. When everyone gathered together for breakfast, she asked everyone, "What happened after I died yesterday?"
At the table, everyone was silent for a moment. Then Guan Hongyan, who was in the same tent with her, touched the tip of her nose and said, "Let me tell you."
A lot of things happened yesterday, but the only thing that caused a devastating blow to Bi Wu was not her death, but the fact that her death was caused by her own fixed attribute [Blindness].
The fixed attribute that she relied on for survival became the final push that pushed her towards death. Bi Wu was in a bad mood since she woke up in the morning. Unlike Jiang Jinming yesterday, Jiang Jinming's death was caused by the force majeure of "coriander", while she was the one who pushed herself into the abyss of death.
This made her full of resistance to her fixed attributes.
——Even if she knew through the law of causality within the space, she would not have died today.
This is a kind of psychological resistance, and it will take a lot of time to overcome it, but the bad news is that she doesn't have much time to work on her thoughts now.
After finishing this breakfast, the exploration team members will start searching for clues and evidence today.
Everyone needed her [Blind Student] to continue providing clues, and in order to prevent the entire team from being wiped out here, she had no room to refuse.
"Our goal today is to find the so-called old village site," Yun Guang began to analyze today's task as usual. "According to the results of Zhang Lu's use of [Elementary Folklore Mastery], generally speaking, the ancestral tombs are chosen not far from the village. The tombs here are scattered in caves. We just need to follow the caves forward, and we can roughly find the location of the old site according to the distribution of the ancestral tombs."
"Yes," Zhang Lu affirmed, "and there will be no landslides today, today's exploration process is absolutely safe..."
Before she could finish her words, she met Cen Qiwen's gaze, and she couldn't help but pause and couldn't continue.
Cen Qiwen will definitely die today.
So how can this exploration be absolutely safe?
Such absolute safety is only relative to the eight of them. For Cen Qiwen, this is an absolute death situation.
Everyone knew that she would die today.
Cen Qiwen fell silent when she heard her words and bit her lower lip, which was a sign of nervousness.
"Well," Yun Guang interrupted Zhang Lu, "Then this is our arrangement for today. Zhang Lu, show everyone the image of the weeds."
Zhang Lu opened a temporary group chat within the team and sent a few photos to the group.
It was a three-view image of a wild grass. The person who took the photo was very meticulous. There were pictures from all angles, even a bird's-eye view, an inference of the root shape, and an inference of the growth environment.
"This is the pickled vegetable from the villagers' home," Zhang Lu didn't dare to speak carelessly now, and said in a cautious tone, "If you see wild vegetables that look like this on the mountain, you must tell us, and pick them directly after confirming that they are correct. It would be best if everyone has a piece of this wild vegetable left on them."
Everyone nodded.
"There may be an infectious disease where we are going," Yun Guang clapped his hands and gave his final instructions. "Although according to yesterday's situation, no one has been infected with this disease, but we still have to be careful today, especially you, Qi Wen."
Cen Qiwen raised her head and nodded nervously.
"After we find the weeds, the first team member to have them must be Qiwen." Yun Guang did not put Cen Qiwen as a backup option just because she was going to die today. Instead, he put her safety first, which slightly reduced the tension and fear in Cen Qiwen's eyes. "Everyone, please understand that no matter what the final result is, we will be fine."
Everyone nodded in understanding.
"Well, now that we have explained everything that needs attention," Yun Guang stood up and looked at Guan Hongyan, "Do you still remember the location of the cave yesterday?"
It was Guan Hongyan who led them down when it rained yesterday, and it was also Guan Hongyan who found the cave. Logically, she should be the person who is most familiar with that area.
"Remember," Guan Hongyan said without hesitation, "Bi Wu, I'll go look for it first. If I can't find it or we can't find a new ancestral grave, you can use the fixed attribute."
Bi Wu nodded.
"Let's go."
After breakfast, the exploration team, which is now almost full, with nine members already walking out of the cave.
Guan Hongyan has a certain talent for recording. She had only followed Bi Wu along that road once yesterday, but today she led the way exceptionally smoothly, and soon they arrived at the same platform as yesterday.
Then Guan Hongyan looked towards the direction of the sun, and based on the cave where Bi Wu died yesterday, she deduced their evacuation route, and led everyone to the cave where countless corpses were buried yesterday.
The cave still looked the same as it did yesterday. In order to confirm whether the direction was correct, everyone entered the cave and built a fire, imitating the way they did yesterday when they were avoiding the landslide. Then Lu Changfeng sat in that position and tried to re-create the triangular pattern.
Just when everyone was in the cave, Guan Hongyan suddenly looked around and found that someone seemed to be missing.
"Where's She Mochu?" She looked around blankly, "Has anyone seen him?"
Wasn't he still there when I was looking for the cave just now? How come he's gone in the blink of an eye?
"He doesn't seem to have come up." Yun Guang recalled for a moment, "Can you go out and take a look?"
"She Mochu, She Mochu?" Guan Hongyan shouted as she walked out.
Before she walked out of the cave, she saw a familiar figure on the small slope below the cave. She Mochu was standing at the entrance of the cave with his eyes downcast, looking at something.
"What are you looking at?" Guan Hongyan walked over and asked curiously.
"Weeds," She Mochu turned his head to look at her, then tapped the ground with his chin, motioning her to go and look.
"Didn't you notice?" His tone was flat, but for some reason, Guan Hongyan heard a kind of mocking tone in it, as if to say, "Are you all blind?"
Beside her, Shemochu continued to speak: "This kind of wild grass that is made into pickles grows outside the cave."
He raised his finger and pointed at the hillside below: "This whole area."
The author has something to say:
I like writing pure love stickers
(referring to one person who is purely in love and the other person who simply does not understand love (x
Edit again:
[Sir, please stay, let me introduce you to our God and uncle Cthulhu.jpg] is an emoticon package, the original text is: Sir, please stay, can I take a moment of your time, I would like to introduce you to our God and savior, Cthulhu.
This should be a very old emoticon package. If you are interested, you can go to wb to check out the pictures I posted.
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