When I entered the scenic area, it rained even harder.

But this is a good thing. The rain in Wuling Mountain does not last long. It is now heavy and it will probably be small when you arrive at your destination. It is best to have a drizzle-like appearance, which is convenient for the mirage beads to show their images. Otherwise, even the clearest image will be difficult to see clearly in the pouring rain.

Liu Guanguo greeted his drinker Wang Qingliang in advance. Wang Qingliang, the scenic spot security guard, was not useless. He transferred a scenic spot sightseeing car for them. A group of more than a dozen people got on the unblocked cars on three sides, and sailed towards the depths of the scenic spot in the wind and rain: there was no scenery to see at night, and the mountains or trees were just black with different depths, either standing or shaking between the sound of the wind and the rain.

Jiang Lian and Meng Qianzi sat in the first row of the passenger seats, but there were so many people in the car, Meng Jinsong was also on the passenger seat, so it was hard to talk about anything too confidential. Jiang Lian asked her: "That...thing, what are you going to do?"

Things naturally refer to mountain guts.

Meng Qianzi said: "What happened here is here. Wu Ma accompanied me back to Shanguizhai and take it back together."

As such an important object, Qiu Biying is probably worried and has to accompany her in the formation.

"About...when will I go back?"

Meng Qianzi couldn't say it well: "Let's go in a few days."

She had already invited passers-by, but Qiu Biying came, and it was another situation: Qiu Biying's ranking is not low, and Hunan and Hubei are close to each other, so there are many old relationships in this area - those people are so proud of their social engagements, so they just want to go through the motions, but receiving Qiu Biying is quite serious. This family invites dinner and the other family invites tea, and it is not enough to have three meals a day, so they want to add a midnight snack.

In order to make Meng Qianzi more prosperous in the future, Qiu Biying always wants to bring her with her.

Meng Qianzi whispered to him: "I don't know anyone. Those people are old. You know, those who are older than you, you know that when you meet, you don't stop talking. My fifth mother came back this morning at dawn and talked for almost a night. They were so excited that I was listening to each other. How boring."

"I just came back yesterday and was too tired. Today I was going to help you transport mirage beads. I pushed them all. What tomorrow... I guess I can't push them no longer."

She was so excited that she probably wasn't really enthusiastic about social events.

Jiang Lian smiled: "Your identity is inevitable, all kinds of social engagements are inevitable. In fact, being a companion is not that boring. Instead of being listless and restless, you might as well turn your back and actively participate."

Meng Qianzi glanced at him: "Why do you take the lead?"

Jiang Lian taught her: "Look, your fifth mother is a powerful figure. It is absolutely unusual for her to talk to her overnight. What they talk about may be strange things they experienced together back then. What you are interested in listening to, ask them to tell them. The old people love to tell old things to the younger generation. At that time, they will tell you stories, and you love to listen to people and talk about things so much. Isn't it a win-win situation?"

It sounds quite reasonable, Meng Qianzi's eyes turned: "Then I'll play to it tomorrow and control the situation...what are you going to do tomorrow?"

Jiang Lian thought for a while: "If there is no accident, you should continue to stick your eyes and draw what you see tonight quickly - this kind of painting is the sooner you start, the better. If the time goes by, you will forget some details."

I just posted the eyes of the spirit today, and consumed a lot of energy. If I don’t hurry up and record it, I will probably forget more because of my lack of energy. In addition, just in case: If Kuang Tongsheng’s situation suddenly takes a sharp turn, the three of them really couldn’t arrive. With the painting, they took the photos and teleported over immediately. Besides, Tongsheng could see it before he died, so there would be no regrets.

Meng Qianzi pointed to her backpack: "I also brought a camcorder, can't I record it?"

Jiang Lian didn't want to splash her cold water: "You can try it, you'll know then."

It seems that it is not possible. Meng Qianzi didn't ask any more questions, thinking: Anyway, Jiang Lian will draw from morning to night tomorrow, and she is bored when she stays in Yunmeng Peak. Why not go out for socializing with Wu Ma and ask them all the time when they are caught by the old people. They have stories to listen to, but they seem to be not perfunctory, but are sincerely interested. Why not do it?

Thinking about this, I was not so resistant to social events. When I thought about it, I felt quite understandable: "Actually, my fifth mother... is human nature. When we reach this age, we should have been talking about the past when we were off the cliff. Oh, what will we talk about?"

Jiang Lian thought for a while: "The charlatan fell off the cliff. It's inexplicable to think about it. If you open the way, he became the pioneer."

Meng Qianzi said: "There are fire bats, which are actually... quite spectacular. Huh, there are all the fire heads around, which are covered by the sky."

After the danger passed, she felt spectacular.

Jiang Lian added: "There is also that giant snake, the charlatan is so scared that it doesn't move. It's not an exaggeration, my hair roots are standing up."

He remembered the "go" sound when she "stood" the giant snake, and the swaying wrists to the side, which was really... cool and agile.

Meng Qianzi said: "There are wine gourds. My grandmother Duan said, "I don't have the chance to meet, I'm lucky enough to meet." It's not me who treats wine..."

There are too many, too many to finish. There is also the stone that was bleeding when Jiang Lian moved his back away; the quiet moment of sleeping on the rope bed and telling stories in a quiet way; the words "Mom" that Jiang Lian murmured when he was trapped in a nightmare; when he was cut off from Jiuchong Mountain, she was wrapped in flesh-red flying insects, and Jiang Lian yelled at her, "Take a big step right, take two steps forward, and pounce"...

Why wait until I was fifty? Looking back now, I will be flirting with my eyebrows and then feel silent. In a few years, I may still get wet in the corners of my eyes and a hoarse voice: Time is a knife that keeps flying, those thrilling moments, gentle moments, and shaking, scattering like shaking, scattering like fragments in a moment, and my eyes cannot penetrate, and my steps cannot reach. I can only be in the quiet night after a long time, you say and I laugh, you sigh, your eyes are red, no longer clear, I tremble and no longer full, and the corners of my mouth with patterns.

Jiang Lian was also silent, not knowing where his thoughts were flying, and finally chuckled: "There is still that little white monkey."

Yes, there is also the little white monkey, Meng Qianzi chuckled.

Jiang Lian asked: "Will you go and see it again?"

Meng Qianzi said: "Yes, I always feel that I will meet it."

He turned to look at Jiang Lian again: "When the time comes, I'll call you together?"

Jiang Lian nodded: "I don't know if it can recognize us at that time."

...

Meng Jinsong, in the front row, glanced slightly back and quickly withdrew his serene face. His serious face was reflected on the windshield that was constantly wiped by the wiper.

***

In the second half of the journey, the sightseeing bus couldn't get in, so I had to leave.

Fortunately, the rain was getting smaller and the road was familiar with it, and it was smoother. Jiang Lian noticed that two or three people did not follow the road all the way, and stopped halfway. After arriving at the destination, seven or eight people dispersed from all directions.

Only Meng Jinsong was left, he opened the black umbrella and covered Meng Qianzi who was squatting and pulling her backpack open.

Meng Qianzi explained to Jiang Lian: "Although there is no one to come, there should be no one to come, but it's more reassuring to arrange the masters from all sides."

Jiang Lian nodded. It seemed that Bai Shuixiao followed him all the way, triggering a series of subsequent events, which made Meng Qianzi more alert and acted more cautiously than before.

Meng Qianzi put the camcorder strap on her shoulder and took out a large glass jar: "I asked them to stand as far as possible. After all, it was the secret of the Kuang family, and it was a massacre of all the people. For such a tragic thing, don't let those people watch it like watching a show."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Meng Jinsong.

Meng Jinsong understood, hesitated for a few seconds, and handed the umbrella to Jiang Lian: "I'll stand far away too."

He walked away more than ten meters away and stood there like an old song that was still alive. Jiang Lian thought for the first time that Meng Jinsong's name was quite appropriate.

Jiang Lian withdrew her gaze and saw that Meng Qianzi had unscrewed the glass jar lid and a thin iron chain was connected to the center of the lid. She raised her arm and stood up at the same time.

The thin chain was about half a meter long, and a very large spider hung at the end of the chain. Jiang Lian intuition, if he let his foot open, the ordinary dish would probably not be able to hold it.

Fortunately, the spider's footsteps did not open, curled up inward, as if he was holding something tightly. Jiang Lian looked at it again and again, but he didn't see any clues. He only vaguely knew that it was probably a ball, and it was as big as a table tennis ball, either transparent or invisible.

Meng Qianzi climbed up the tree that had been hanging over the fake corpse, tied the chain around, and then got off soon.

The spider swayed in the air and swayed.

Jiang Lian didn't believe it would be that simple: "That's fine?"

Meng Qianzi replied: "This one is different. It integrates the one I was fishing here. The image will be very fast. Moreover, the more thrilling and complex the scene is, the more it will be revealed first. You can wait."

Speaking of this, she sucked a whistle.

Those who were scattered everywhere had flashlights, and columns of light, which were clear or blurred, shone in all directions. When the whistle sounded, they were instantly destroyed.

This time, the surroundings were really dark.

Jiang Lian swallowed his throat and sweated in his palms. He was a little nervous. Seeing that Meng Qianzi had turned on the camera, she didn't expect her to waste her energy: "It's useless. I tried it too. You can see it in your eyes, but the lens is empty - so the human eye is something that is not comparable to that made by a machine."

Meng Qianzi nodded, it was strange to say it. Naturally, since Jiang Lian said so, there was no need to verify it again.

She took back the camera: "Maybe the scene created by the Mirage Bead can only work for human eyes, or only for human sensory organs. According to the mountain ghost, Mirage Bead is the saliva of a dragon."

It was the dragon again. Jiang Lian remembered what the charlatan said, and saw the winding dragon shadow when he held the mountain gut: "The dragon is also quite magical. What are the dragon scales, dragon tendons, ambergris water, and everything is treasure."

Meng Qianzi continued: "There are still dragon bones. My grandmother Duan disappeared in her later years because she found the dragon bones. She said that lit the dragon's bones, and the light could be seen in the next life."

Jiang Lianqi said: "The next life?"

Meng Qianzi also thought this statement was a bit ridiculous: "I can't say it well. In short, it's a very empty place after a person dies, anyway..."

Speaking of this, she seemed to have noticed something, suddenly stopped talking, and then "shushed" softly.

Jiang Lian's heart was beating wildly.

He also felt: there seemed to be a faint vibration on the ground, which was the sound that many horses would make when they galloped together.

Jiang Lian looked at Meng Qianzi and wanted to ask her: Can there be a sound?

Meng Qianzi didn't look at him. She stared at the distance, and the orange-red light slowly drifted into her black pupils.

That was getting closer and closer...the fire.

She said: "I don't want to pour cold water on you, but..."

Jiang Lian interrupted her: "I understand."

Just like when the sage went to Yao Village, he might have gained nothing, he might not see anything on his trip: which bandit could unbox, take out the prescription, and then open it to see the various medicinal ingredients of the prescription from the side?

However, to borrow the charlatan’s statement: Try it, if you don’t try, how can you know it won’t work?

He did his best to do his job and hoped that destiny would give him a little mercy.

***

Everything is exactly the same as Kuang Tongsheng described at the beginning.

The incident happened too quickly. As soon as the panicked Kuang family and the more than 20 pack horses carrying female family's boxes arrived near, they were already caught up by bandits who screamed repeatedly. They did not shout or say anything proudly. The massacre began instantly.

The blood that was sprinkling into the air clearly showed a fact: keeping goods to death to prevent future troubles.

Even if you have watched many killings in film and television dramas, it is still different from being almost real. What's more, this mirage bead can almost act on most of people's senses, except for touch, watching, listening, and even hearing, it is no different from hitting the scene.

Jiang Lian almost had to distinguish between reality and illusion: shrill screams penetrated into people's ear canals one after another, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of tinder oil and wood burning, making people unable to avoid it. People's bodies twisted and fell to the ground, and then fell to the ground again. Two times, Jiang Lian subconsciously raised his foot, trying to stop the machete that was slashed with the sound of wind, and had already taken steps. He suddenly realized that these were just fantasies, so he retreated in a daze.

Meng Qianzi suddenly called him: "Jiang Lian, you step on..."

What did you step on?

Jiang Lian lowered his head and saw one of his feet sinking into half of a person's head.

That's... the young man, let alone Tongsheng?
To be continued...