Chapter 199: Retreat

A place where the living should not disturb, as the name suggests, is a place where the living cannot enter.

Ji Ruoxuan swallowed and consoled himself, "But we have been here for several days and nothing has happened. It should be... nothing."

Guan Qi said coldly, "If Jiang Wu wasn't there, do you think we could survive the evil creature?"

Ji Ruoxuan couldn't laugh anymore.

Yang Chen also realized that something was wrong and forced a smile, "…But the survey data sent back by the program team said that Mozi means praying for happiness in the local language, and that Mozi Mountain is their sacred mountain. Those five people are all from the program team's field department, so they wouldn't deliberately falsify the survey data, right?"

Jiang Wu asked calmly, "They won't lie, but are you sure they are still the same people?"

This sentence made everyone present feel cold. Yang Chen's face changed slightly, "...what do you mean?"

"It means we were tricked, someone deliberately tricked us into this mountain!" Guan Qi looked at Yang Chen with an unpleasant expression, "I remember you were also in charge of planning this episode, right?"

Yang Chen panicked immediately. "I am responsible for the planning proposal, but I did not propose it. It was——"

He suddenly got stuck there, his expression changing again and again, and finally he turned pale and said, "...I don't remember who it was."

Everyone's faces changed. No matter how dangerous the journey was, they didn't think it was a big deal. After all, they knew that doing this program would be dangerous. But this didn't mean that they would continue to move forward after knowing that someone deliberately hid the degree of danger here and deceived them.

Yang Chen still had a clear idea of ​​which was more important, the show or human life. He thought for a moment and made a decision, "Go back, down the mountain."

Everyone immediately prepared to go back, but Jiang Wu did not move.

"Brother Jiang?" Ji Ruoxuan looked at him puzzledly.

Jiang Wu ignored him and released the white eagle onto a tree. He watched it skillfully use its sharp beak to cut open the snake's body, swallow the gallbladder, and then rub the snake blood off its beak on the tree trunk.

His silence made everyone feel uneasy for some reason. He Yunxing walked towards him and shouted, "Jiang Wu——"

"It's too late." Jiang Wu interrupted him indifferently.

Everyone was stunned. Just as they were about to ask something, it was too late as they realized something seemed to have fallen on their heads. They looked up subconsciously and caught a few drops of cool water on their heads.

It's raining.

"Why is it raining again?" Someone in the team murmured, but they got used to the changeable weather in the mountains and started wearing hoods on their waterproof coats.

But they soon discovered something was wrong. The originally tiny raindrops quickly turned into bean-sized raindrops, hitting the leaves like soybeans, crackling and hurting people.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, almost blowing their hats off. The thinner people in the team felt a little unsteady on their feet. The sunny sky above their heads was covered by dark clouds in the blink of an eye.

The rain poured down in torrents. In just a few minutes, the drizzle turned into a rainstorm. A layer of soil underfoot was washed away, and the trees were blown to and fro, exposing their roots.

Everyone's faces changed color instantly. The land they were on was located near the northern peak of Mozi Mountain, with a slope of nearly 60 degrees. Once the rain was too heavy, it would easily cause landslides and mud-rock flow. They would not even have time to run and would be buried in an instant. And in such a remote mountain forest, there was almost no hope of survival.

“Get down the mountain quickly!”

Yang Chen yelled wildly, but his voice was soon drowned out by the wind and rain. However, this team had experienced many expeditions, and they quickly calmed down after the initial panic. They began to protect the guests in the middle, but the terrain was too complicated and the wind was too strong. Soon some people were blown into a tree and fell to the ground. They struggled for a few times and then became motionless.

Others rushed over to rescue him, but they also slipped and fell, and the soil beneath their feet began to collapse.

The sound of raindrops falling, the sound of wind blowing through the mountains and forests, roars, and wails intertwined into a chaotic and sharp sound. Jiang Wu watched it all quietly. The moment the rain fell on him, it was separated by an invisible force. The black hair hanging on his shoulders only swayed slightly in the strong wind.

"If you don't follow the formation, the door will be closed." The little golden ball in his pocket floated in front of Jiang Wu and said slowly.

"It was you who led them here." Jiang Wu said.

"But didn't you know this a long time ago?" The spirit in the small golden ball laughed playfully. "After all, you are a member of the Siming Clan who can see people's fortunes and misfortunes. Didn't you foresee this the moment you saw them and agreed to bring them to the North Peak?"

"What's in Beifeng?"

"Nothing."

"Really?"

These two words silenced Jinqiu. After a moment, he smiled strangely and said, "If you don't leave now, it will be too late. With your remaining strength, you may have to wait for many years to get in again."

"But fifteen lives are just a small sacrifice to open the imperial tomb. It is nothing. It is also a small gift prepared for you by me as your disciple."

"Or... have you softened your heart?"

"Didn't you yourself set this curse a thousand years ago? Cursing anyone who steps into this mountain and disturbs those who sleep there?"

"A place where the living should not disturb, where all laws are suppressed, and those who dare to enter will be killed without a trace."

“…”

A drop of rain fell on his brow, like warm fingertips gently caressing his forehead. Jiang Wu blinked slowly, and a drop of rain fell on his eyes, followed by drop after drop of rain falling on his hair, shoulders, and hem of his clothes.

The voice in the golden ball carried a hint of schadenfreude, "The formation is about to begin, and your power is about to disappear."

…

"Boss Han, the group sent an urgent message——"

"Tell him I'm quitting."

"It's not the chairman, it's Wantu."

Inside the helicopter cabin, Han Zhong was staring at the latest news sent by Yannan last week on his tablet, which included an electronic document analysis of the Mozi Mountain entrance formation, as well as speculation that Jiang Wu's physical condition was not optimistic. The more he read, the more panicked he became. He wished he could teleport to Jiang Wu's side immediately and didn't want to care about anything else. However, the urgent news from the Wantu system could not be ignored.

Han frowned and looked to the side. "I remember that Wantu's emergency information was limited to major natural disaster warnings."

"……yes."

Yao Ping's throat unconsciously moved up and down before he slowly read out the message, "Natural disaster warning from Wantu AI, there is a heavy rainstorm in the Mozi Mountain ahead, with a 99% chance of causing a mudslide and a 99% mortality rate."

What makes the Wantu system truly superior to all other intelligent systems is that it has completely learned and simulated the Earth's 5 billion years of geographical development history, and has updated the latest astronomical conditions in real time through satellite cloud maps, comprehensively simulated the most likely natural disasters, and predicted the probability of death.

But out of humanitarianism, the death rate will always stop at 99%, because once the death rate of the victims is 100%, the authorities must also consider whether it is worth sacrificing others for rescue. Therefore, that 1% is the only thing in probability theory and is the so-called miracle.

The conversation with Zhou Yannan on the phone is still on the screen——

"The loss of his soul means that he is gradually losing his power, and may eventually become an ordinary person without the power of God."

"This is not good news. Don't forget that the body he is using now belongs to the long-dead actor Jiang Wu. Once his soul loses its power and cannot maintain the activity of his body cells, he will become a gradually decaying corpse."

"You'd better find him before then, otherwise..."

“…”

Five kilometers ahead is the territory of Mozi Mountain. From a distance, you can see a thick black cloud gathering above the mountain range. The rain is pouring down towards the mountain in the middle like a waterfall from the sky, which is absurd and terrifying.

"It's too windy and rainy to get close at all!"

The helicopter pilot was also frightened by the terrifying astronomical phenomenon above Mount Mozi ahead, and said very quickly, "We can't stay suspended once we get in. If the propeller is hit by a broken tree, the helicopter will definitely be destroyed and everyone will die!"

Han Zhong held down his shaking fingertips and stared at the mountain ahead that seemed to be cut off from the world by the rainstorm. "Land right here."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Han Zhong would insist on Yao Jinshan, and he would not be able to escape if something happened.

However, before he could land, he heard a deep voice in his earphone again:

"I'll go in alone."