Section 20, Wangu River, today's 2nd update

But now is not the time for them to argue casually. I can only bravely say, "If you don't trust us, it's no problem to follow us, but we really can't guarantee your safety. For three days, we only bring food and water for three days. Moreover, Ye Yi asked Fat Brother to stay in order to deal with emergencies. Professor Yun, you are highly valued in your team, so it's up to you to decide this matter. Following us, we face absolutely unpredictable dangers, even more dangerous than now, with a higher mortality rate. Or, listen to Ye Yi camp here and wait for us for three days.

Zhao Lei interrupted, "Ye Yi, are you sure you want to go with Yang Guang?"

Ye bit his head and said, "This is our only chance."

Zhao Lei stopped retorting and nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you here. Three days later, if you don't come back and we don't die, I'll collect your bodies.

I want to smile easily, but the corners of my mouth can't crack. I can only tighten my face and say, "Fat brother, you scare me. I believe we won't die."

The fat man patted me on the shoulder, and the crowded facial features were barely separated, and said, "Be careful, don't die."

I nodded heavily, but my heart was like a thousand pounds of boulder. Don't die. How easy is it in the usual joke? But at this moment, it is so heavy, so sad, so daunting.

While we were talking, Professor Yuntian lowered his head and communicated with Sui Xiang, and then said, "Okay, we will also wait for three days, but after three days, we will return according to the road signs at the time."

"Whatever!" Ye bit his head and replied like this.

At present, Ye Yi and I no longer delay. While it was not dark, we trapped two pieces of roasted wood, led the horse, brought some props and three days of food and set out along the river bank.

There is no farewell, no unrestrained atmosphere of waving behind the back, and no crying sadness. Big stones pressed on all our chests. Before leaving, Ye Yi ordered two Miaozhai young men with Miaozhai's local dialect. I didn't know what he said, and I didn't bother to ask Ye Yi. It's nothing more than taking care of the fat man Zhao Lei and protecting himself.

As for the safety issue, I believe that there is Zhao Lei, who is no worse than Ye Yi, who died for no reason... Ha ha, I still can't guarantee it.

Horses walk on the sandy beach much faster than in the jungle.

I have been thinking about Zhao Lei's proverb in my heart, and I repeatedly guess its meaning and the background.

In this lonely and empty forest, it is no longer realistic for mobile phones to surf the Internet, and even mobile phones have been powered off for a few days. Almost all the ways that can be connected to the outside world are cut off. The reason why we use it all is that we still have two bottles of compressed hydrogen as big as lighter oil and some thick-skinned balloons. These things are the last means to be finally released into the sky. Once we reach the last moment, this hydrogen bottle and balloon are our last Peugeot in this forest.

For this, Grandma Gao in Miaozhai specially arranged several people to guard the surrounding mountains, always paying attention to the 300-kilometer-span canyon clouds. Once a balloon flew out, it shows that we are about to be completely destroyed.

At this time, one for the fat hydrogen bottle and one for me at the last moment.

Along the way, Ye Yi and I silently urged the crotch and the good horse. The two horses were quite spiritual. It seemed that they also knew the horror of the river and were only willing to move forward against the edge of the bushes. Until the sky gradually darkened, on the way, Ye looked for traces of footprints from time to time to make sure that we were not going in the wrong direction.

At night, the bonfire is lit and the firewood of many bushes is cut with a mountain knife. Although it is sharp and hard, it is very resistant to burning. After about two shrubs are thrown into the fire, it can be guaranteed to burn for a long time. For the sake of safety, Ye Yi reminded me to take out the amulet and the Wufu dragon mirror and hang them directly above our tent and outside the curtain. Anyway, there is no one here, and I'm not afraid of losing it.

Both of them are silent, and there are more and more thoughts in our hearts. Although neither of us are sure what else we can find, even the negativity in my heart makes me want to throw myself into the river. This is not said out of thin air, but a manifestation of despair. This performance is like those who jumped from hundreds of meters after the 911 World Trade Center was hit by a plane. They all died in despair. And I feel like I'm waiting for death in despair.

Although the metaphor is a little far-fetched, the feeling is almost exactly the same. I think this is not only me, but also the first time Ye Yi is so desperate, right? I closed my eyes and looked for a reason to make myself strong in my heart. I still had my mother who did not support me, and I also had a beautiful senior sister Wenyi who did not hook up with. I even helped Ye Yi fantasize about his collusion with and Gounier. Try your best not to let your brain be white, empty and desperate.

The crackling bonfire was burning, and the smoke rushed straight into the 100-meter fog on the head. I don't know whether to integrate into it or penetrate it directly.

I was on a vigil in the middle of the night, so I sat at the door, cross-legged and closed my eyes to let myself think. Anyway, there is only the sound of water, the burning crackling sound, the thick sound of horses gasping, and the slight snoring of the leaves behind them. Only these are intertwined, there is no buzz of mosquitoes, no wind at night, or even a rustle of flowers and trees.

Every time I hear the gurgling sound of the stream, my mind is in chaos, which is covered by thousands of white skeletons under the river bed. They are violent and moved down in my heart again and again, constantly challenging my nerves. I don't know how long I can last in such an environment! Maybe I shouldn't have promised Ye Yi to come here from the beginning! Maybe I shouldn't have been involved in such a circle from the beginning. If I'm just an ordinary person, if I'm just a nobody selling graves, if... but not so much if I regret it.

I thought about it like this until Ye Yi called me softly.

I just came back to my senses from the thought of self-reproach and fear.

"I'm sorry, I just fell asleep." I explained to myself like this, with a smile on the corners of my mouth.

Ye Yi sat next to me, pulled a baked branch, and provoked the bonfire in front of us, making the bonfire crackle again. He did not speak immediately, but sat relatively silently, with half a sound. His voice was a little hoarse and low, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you come."

"I'm not worried if you come alone." I say this because I don't want to burden Ye Yi. As a friend, he is not wrong. There is no need to apologize to me. "Let's talk about what to do next."

Ye Yi tilted his head and looked at me. Instead of answering my question, he asked me, "Don't you regret coming?"

"Regret! If I had known that it was so dangerous here, I would have dragged Mr. Taiyi and the pure Taoist priest together.

"Ha ha..." Ye Yi shook his head and said, "I regret it."

"What's the use of regret?" My voice was a little high, "Ye Yi, if you collapse, there is really no hope. Don't give up."

"I know! But I thought it was so dangerous. I was too confident. It involved you and killed two people. Maybe... more people will die." Ye Yi said negatively.

This is not Ye Yi I know!

Ye Yi, whom I know, is a bold guy, a cold guy, a guy who can occasionally make fun of me! However, Ye Yi now is full of despair like us.

"Ye Yi, we all believe in you. You are the only hope, if even you give up. We really have only one way to die." I said seriously, this sentence came from the bottom of my heart.

"Okay, I'll try my best. Take you out! Go and take a break. You have to continue to hurry tomorrow. Ye Yi seemed to have no energy to continue to say anything to me. In fact, I was not interested in talking. To Ye's head a little bit, I turned around and climbed back into the tent and closed my eyes.

Lying in the tent, when I was half asleep and half awake, in addition to the above sound of the breathing of streams, firewood and horses, I seemed to hear another sound, as if there was something beating.

Dong! Dong! Dong...

The sound is so weak that it can only be heard on this silent night. However, I'm so tired that I don't want to move anymore. Ye Yi outside will protect my safety, won't he? Gradually, I ignored this sound. It was not until Ye Yi and I found that thing the next day that we knew that in fact, we had always been wrong! No matter how we guess, it is actually wrong, and the real direction is always in our hands.

[Psychic Common Sense] Public words sometimes sound inexplicably. Don't be curious to pick it up! No ghost will pester you and make you hear the phone at 12 o'clock every day until you listen to it for more than 19 or 18 nights after listening to it for more than a month, the soul will lock your life!!

With so much foundation, it is almost at the end. It is expected that there will be about 50,000 words left for the third story to come to a complete end. The fat man hopes that in these ten or so days, he can get more than 100 tickets every day... It seems that it's not an excessive requirement! More than 500 collections, although not much, only one ticket per person, hundreds of tickets a day!! The halving is more than 200, and the halving is more than 100. Isn't it? Besides, the fat man's collection is increasing every day, so I continue to ask for tickets! Ask for a ticket!!