If it is wrong, it is wrong. Meng Qianzi felt that Jing Rusi was too impatient: "That means it is not here. There are mountains and lakes, and the range has been greatly reduced. Let's find it again."

While speaking, he took the drawing paper from Jing Rusi.

The charlatan also expressed his opinion: "Sometimes, reading pictures is not so straightforward. Perhaps the pictures are hidden in the pictures, and they need to be roasted with fire or potion..."

Meng Qianzi's heart moved, thinking of the mountain ghost's fire eyes.

"Maybe you have to look at the opposite direction? Maybe you have to look at a certain angle and under certain lighting conditions?"

Jing Rusi was so hurt by this series of "maybe" that Meng Qianzi was very patient and really dropped the drawing paper up and down.

On the other hand, it doesn't seem to look like it, but I can't explain why, and some places seem to be quite similar.

Meng Qianzi was just wondering, and Xian Qionghua also came back: "I really can't see it, otherwise, this Kunlun ladder is aside first, we have to send someone to the place where Shi Xiaohai was in trouble."

***

Shi Xiaohai stood at the edge of the valley, closed his eyes, and looked like he was aiming, and raised his arm forty-five degrees, pointing to one of the many snow peaks surrounding the valley: "There is there."

After a pause, he added the must-added sentence: "Boom! Fall down!"

If you run to the mountain, you will know that if you often enter the mountain, you will need to walk for at least several hours by pointing your finger at the mountain in front of you.

The team sent out will take one day to go back and forth.

There were about forty people in the camp. Jing Rusi carefully looked at each person's information and chose the most capable twenty people to form a team. In addition to the must-have mountain ghost basket, they also brought guns, flamethrowers, arm-hair crossbows-bows.

The quality of the call on the walkie-talkie is no longer good, and there are signs of a strike in the satellite phone. This is the trouble in the mountains. It is impossible to say that the stone corners are rich in minerals that affect the magnetic field. But I still brought it with me, which is better than nothing.

As for who will lead the team, there was also a dispute. Meng Qianzi was first ruled out. She had to climb a mountain. Her legs were too inconvenient. It was not impossible to carry a yak, but it was too time-consuming. Xian Qionghua intended to take the burden: "I'll do it, I'm young."

Jing Rusi felt uncomfortable when she heard this: "Lao Qi, is it amazing to be young? You have been in Yunnan for many years. Can the mountains in Yunnan be the same as those in the northwest? Shouldn't people who grow in the northwest come?"

Yes, the mountains have their own character, and whoever is familiar with them will finally decide to lead the team. Meng Qianzi was worried and arranged for Meng Jinsong to go with him.

After breakfast, the group of people set off. Shi Xiaohai was the most excited. He walked in front of the team, shouting "going forward". Meng Qianzi was watching in a wheelchair. After the people were gone, she followed her with a high-power telescope. Sometimes, they would suddenly lose sight of each other. After a while, they suddenly entered their sight.

In addition, there is no abnormality, and the mountain wind is also cold and cold. If mountain mirages often arise in this area, it is unlikely that animals will live in it. Mountain mirages are also called "yinliao". Animals don't like to stay in it. They stay here and have to run at night every few days, so no one can stand it.

After watching for a long time, Meng Qianzi felt bored and she looked around.

The camp was peaceful.

Xian Qionghua was not staying in the camp. After she took Jing Rusi and her party into the mountain, she also detected the situation around her. Outside the camp, there were several people patrolling back and forth; the rest were those who were packing up their equipment, cleaning pots, and preparing for the next lunch and dinner...

Meng Qianzi waved at the charlatan.

The charlatan thought she had discovered something important, so he trotted over. When the person ran, he waved his arms left and right to maintain his body's balance, but his hands were tied against each other, and he ran like a crumbling wood.

When he arrived, Meng Qianzi asked him, "Where is Jiang Lian still sleeping?"

"Yes." The charlatan wondered, "You asked again, are you having something to do with him?"

Meng Qianzi was surprised: "Why aren't you awake yet? You don't look like him."

Looking back on how he got along with Jiang Lian all the way, he either slept less or did not sleep, and never slept until he was noon.

The charlatan felt that it was no big deal: "Miss Meng, you said you wanted to nourish your vitality a few days ago, but you didn't sleep until afternoon every day? They were a little exercise and were pulled to touch the eyes of the gods in the middle of the night. They were tired, so they would like you to sleep and not let him sleep. Aren't you the only Xuzhou officials setting fire?"

Meng Qianzi was worried: "Pull me over and see him."

The charlatan twisted his body and showed her the hands tied behind her back: "Do you think I have hands? I'll let me push them?"

Meng Qianzi was not angry, so she simply pressed the hand rim of the wheelchair and went to the place. The sage stood there for a while, suddenly came back and ran to chase him: "What's wrong? Is it not normal for small exercise?"

Meng Qianzi was just suspicious at first, but when asked by the charlatan, he suddenly confirmed: "It's abnormal, it must be abnormal."

She is the most tired. She has been using the "mountain wind" these two days after entering the mountain. She also watched the mountain mirage last night. She could indeed sleep until the afternoon, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't be awakened when there was noise: from the morning, the fourth mother and the others compared the mountain shape, and then had a meal in the camp and traveled to the whole team. Jiang Lian had never woken up with such a big noise.

This is not sleeping, this is almost unconscious.

The more she thought about it, the more nervous she became: she had to wake Jiang Lian up no matter what, even if she woke up, she would put it back and then go to bed...

***

Something that makes people worry happen.

Jiang Lian couldn't wake up, whether you push him, shake him, or speak loudly in his ears, he just didn't respond. Sometimes, under his closed eyes, his eyes would quickly turn, as if he wanted to wake up, but he couldn't wake up.

Meng Qianzi was so anxious that her scalp was pounding, and she comforted herself that this was not difficult: it had not happened before, and the first time the two of them met officially, Jiang Lian or Yan was kicked down while holding the divine eyes. She was kicked down and didn't wake up.

The charlatan was still at the side to block her heart: "I heard that the rules of the older generation cannot be in the middle of the night because the night is yin, and hundreds of ghosts walk at night. Wow, human consciousness will be very erratic..."

Meng Qianzi refuted him: "Before Jiang Lian, I didn't have any magical eyes to cover at night."

The charlatan blocked her with just one word: "There is a big difference between night and midnight."

...

It was almost noon, Xian Qionghua and her party returned to the camp. After hearing about this, they also came to see Jiang Lian.

She has heard of the eyes of the gods and is also familiar with the various things. She advises Meng Qianzi: "Either go up, burn it or pour it on, and it will always wake up people."

Meng Qianzi disagreed: "If you pour a basin of water into this kind of place, he will not be frozen to death? Besides, Jiang Lian's injury has not healed yet, how can he withstand the beating?"

Xian Qionghua said: "As a way, I have taught you, you can't bear to leave, what can I do?"

As he said that, he left on his own, and thought he didn't take it seriously.

Meng Qianzi was two big heads, and the charlatan expressed his opinion again: "No, Miss Meng, Xiao Lian's situation this time is a bit special - he put his eyes on the divine in the middle of the night, but later, he woke up and participated in the discussion."

That's right, Meng Qianzi asked him to say something in his heart: "So what?"

"He was like this after he went to bed again. Xiao Lian put his eyes on his divine eyes many times. He is different from us. He is very prone to 'sleepwalking' on the level of consciousness. In folk legends, this is called 'lost soul'. Some people lose three or five days, and some people lose three or five years - I advise you to hit him quickly. I heard that Xiao Lianren is very good at running, and his soul is probably not slow. If you are late, who knows where he has gone?"

This is all about what, Meng Qianzi was so amused and crying, but the words of the charlatan made her even more anxious. She was undecided and looked at Jiang Lian's sleeping face, bit her teeth and slapped her down.

Although it was the charlatan who instigated her to beat her, he did not expect Meng Qianzi to move so quickly. He was shocked. After reacting, he felt a little awe of awe at her: Meng Qianzi has been on the throne for a long time and has indeed brought her a decisive style of killing and decisiveness, and he will beat her as soon as he says he is not sticky at all.

Jiang Lian's only reaction was that half of his face turned red soon. If nothing unexpected happened, it would swell in a while. Meng Qianzi's attack was not a good example.

Even if he couldn't wake up, the matter seemed to be serious. Meng Qianzi moved his body away and signaled to the charlatan: "I'm not convenient for my legs. Come on, pick up the thick part of his flesh and kick it."

The charlatan hesitated for a moment and kicked Jiang Lian's waist - he felt that the flesh was thick there - but he was born with a lack of movement cells. He did any aiming moves, like a slingshot, and this kick actually kicked Jiang Lian under his ribs.

Meng Qianzi felt nervous and she felt pain for Jiang.

The charlatan kicked Jiang Lian so hard that he moved his body, and he also lost his balance and sat down. His tail vertebrae, which had been sitting in the dead of the Gu worm, left an old wound. He screamed in pain and curled up on the ground for a long time.

Meng Qianzi's mind was thrust, and in an instant, thousands of thoughts had passed in her mind: To be honest, if the "beating" trick doesn't work, she would be helpless against Jiang Lian.

She was so ill that she went to the hospital: "If...if...if Jiang Lian couldn't wake up naturally, would I have to find someone to summon him...?"

The word "soul conjuring" reminded the charlatan. He stopped humming. After pausing for two seconds, a carp beat him up and couldn't sit up: "Miss Meng, please... pull me a little. I still have a way, I have a magical tool!"

Meng Qianzi grabbed the collar of the charlatan and pulled him up: "What kind of magical artifact?"

The charlatan's neck was tied with a collar, and he almost couldn't breathe. Even so, he tried hard to tilt his mouth and signaled the duffel bag he threw in a corner of the tent: "Did you forget the express delivery that Lao Shi sent to me? There is a road bell in the Sheng family. After I received it, I kept it with me."

***

Meng Qianzi quickly opened the duffel bag and took out the string of bells from a bag of bubble plastic film inside.

The first time she saw the look of this bell in close proximity: bronze, with a lotus leaf-shaped lotus lid, and many ancient coins of different shapes fell along the cover, with square holes and knife coins. I heard that the knives appeared only in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, which shows that Jiang Lian’s speculation was not bad: when the bell was taken out of the box, it must not be like this. The Sheng family in later generations "woven" different coats for different bells according to their preferences.

The man named Lao Shi obviously did not value this bell: the bell was covered with patina, some concave marks, and years of mud marks. When you took it to the antique market, you might be able to sell it for three melons and two dates. It was said that it was a magic weapon, but it really didn't look like a magic weapon.

Meng Qianzi held the bell and asked the charlatan: "What, then, what should I do?"

The charlatan said: "You kept shaking the bell next to the little exercise. You are absolutely right. Lao Shi and I have lived with each other for several years. He told me a lot about the Sheng family."

"The ringtone is the only sound that can penetrate the yin and yang worlds. To be more scientific, the ringtone can be transmitted from this material world to the non-material consciousness world. The world of consciousness is too vast. The small exercise is mostly lost and cannot be returned. The ringtone is a thread and a traction rope that can lead it back - of course, these are my personal theories and may not be really useful, but you can try it, and it doesn't cost money."

Damn, the previous one was serious, it was like a real thing. After saying this last sentence, Meng Qianzi was about to vomit blood.

But no matter what, I will try it if I have a solution. Meng Qianzi raised his hand and was about to ring the bell when he suddenly heard a sizzling sound of electric current.

The walkie-phone hanging next to the wheelchair rang.

This step phone was used by her to contact the fourth mother and the others, and she was always in a "on" state. Meng Qianzi was stunned for a moment, raised her hand and made a "shhh" posture, indicating that the charlatan was silent.

But it is obvious that the current call effect is quite poor. Jing Rusi obviously said a long paragraph, but when it was transmitted, it was full of messy current sounds. Meng Qianzi only heard three words clearly from beginning to end.

"Photo...painting...water..."

Where can I understand this? Meng Qianzi tried to call but failed: the busier I was, the more trouble I was.

Fortunately, Qi Ma also has a walkie-talkie. Everyone has a channel to ask Qi Ma to try to contact him. Moreover, from the tone of Si Ma, it is relatively peaceful, unlike when he encountered danger, the mountain wind caused such a thing, which is still normal.

Meng Qianzi let out a long sigh, calmed her mind, and looked in front of her first.

She picked up the wind chimes and shook them beside Jiang Lian's head. Her face changed. Just as she was asking the charlatan, the charlatan guessed it first and explained quickly: "That's right, there is no sound. The resentment hits the bell. Only the resentment of a dead person can knock the bell ring. You just need someone, and you can't hear the sound of it."

OK, whatever you say is what you want, as long as it is effective in the end.

Meng Qianzi continued patiently.

***

Before going to bed, Jiang Lian didn't notice anything unusual, he just felt tired and tired like never before.

I used to paste the divine eyes, but I didn’t stick it until night, but most of them just painted slowly and delayed until after sunset. I started to post it in the middle of the night, which was unique. Moreover, I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that this place is different from other places, it is too empty and too lonely.

It may make sense for the predecessors to leave the rule of "not sticking to the divine eyes in the middle of the night". They shouldn't touch the red line again and again.
To be continued...