Shu Guan and Wang Dahu walked into the grain drying field one after another. On the grain drying field, four or five other young people from the village had arrived first. In addition, the old white man named Holt and two mercenaries were also there. .
Last night Professor Holt ordered Wang Erniu to arrange for seven or eight men to accompany them up the mountain.
If they were just serving as guides, they wouldn't need so many. The problem was that someone would have to carry the ammunition and supplies for them.
When Shu Guan and Wang Dahu arrived at the grain drying field, they stood together with several other young people in the village.
Professor Holt came over with McGraw and Carl, and looked at the audience.
McGraw's gaze paused for a moment on the giant bow Shu Guan was carrying, but he immediately moved away.
Primitive weapons like bows and arrows are not worth caring about in their eyes.
Professor Holt asked them a question first.
"Are there any ferocious beasts in the mountains here, such as tigers and leopards?"
"No, the biggest thing on our mountain is the wild boar."
Shu Guan answered him.
Professor Holt nodded, and then led them out of the village to the stream. Shu Guan found Xu Chuxiang and Han Biao standing by the stream. The mercenary who killed Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang yesterday and another white young man were holding Guns guarded them.
"Go get those boxes up and up the mountain."
Professor Holt ordered.
There were several wooden boxes placed outside the tent by the stream. Shu Guan knew that those boxes contained ammunition and grenades.
Shu Guan and others are no strangers to carrying boxes up the mountain. In the past few years, they have gone to the Immortal Temple twice a year to worship, and the tributes they have carried up are much more than this.
Wang Dahu and several other young people in the village took the prepared hemp ropes and bamboo poles, tied the boxes, and then put them on the bamboo poles, so that they could be carried directly up the mountain.
At this time, Shu Guan took a closer look at the white men and saw that even the old white man had a gun on his body, and the three big white men were fully armed, carrying submachine guns on their backs, their belts full of magazines, and their belts. There is a pistol on one side, a grenade on the other side, and a dagger on his pants.
This is no longer like going on an adventure, but more like going to a battlefield to fight.
Looking at the box full of ammunition in front of him, Shu Guan couldn't help but feel a little confused.
What are these people here for?
Why did you prepare so many firearms and ammunition, as if you knew there was a huge danger here?
But Shuguan has been here for eighteen years, and he knows very well that there is no danger in this valley. Except for the occasional encounter with a wild boar king of more than 500 kilograms, which will cause some trouble, there is really nothing that can threaten Taoyuan Village. Villagers.
Then Shu Guan remembered one more thing, and that was the photo the old white man took out yesterday.
What was taken in that photo was obviously the Immortal Temple on the mountain.
But where did that photo come from? Who took the photo?
Has anyone come to this valley before?
The more Shu Guan thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
Is there any secret hidden in this valley that I have never noticed before?
"Set off!"
After Wang Dahu and the others tied up the wooden box and carried it on their shoulders with bamboo poles, Professor Holt waved his hand. There was unconcealable desire and excitement in his light blue eyes.
A group of people walked across the creek on cobblestones exposed above the water. Shu Guan led the way at the front. Behind him was the mercenary leader named McGraw, raising his gun and watching his every move vigilantly.
Then Wang Dahu and several other young people from Taoyuan Village walked behind carrying wooden boxes.
Then came Xu Chuxiang and Han Biao, with two other mercenaries, Larsen and Karl, guarding them respectively.
Of course Professor Holt couldn't leave the two of them here, Xu Chuxiang knew how to fly a helicopter.
Professor Holt and his assistant James were walking at the back of the team.
Walking through the creek, walking past the new grave under the peach blossom forest.
Shu Guan didn't stop, didn't even look at the new tomb, he just said silently in his heart:
Grandpa, bless me.
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Along the way up the mountain, Shu Guan walked at the front leisurely, just like he did when he went up the mountain in the past.
But Wang Dahu behind him would occasionally have a few doubts flash in his eyes.
Because the road Shu Guan took was not the most convenient way to the cliff where the Immortal Temple was hidden.
Although it was also possible to walk to the cliff over there, there were a few places where Shu Guan seemed to have circled around on purpose.
However, Wang Dahu didn't say anything, because when he went up the mountain not long ago, Shuguan specifically told a few of them to just follow them and not talk.
As for those outsiders, in such a primitive forest, they can't tell whether Shuguan is taking a detour.
The road Shu Guan chose was more rugged and difficult to walk than the original one, and of course it would also consume more energy.
After walking like this for nearly an hour, Professor Holt from behind called to stop the team.
"Take a rest where you are."
Professor Holt gasped slightly.
When he was young and in his prime, he was a very outstanding explorer. Ten years ago, he even led a team to almost conquer the Zhumulangmaalin Peak, which had never been conquered by humans.
But he is getting older after all. In fact, the expedition to climb the Zhumulangmaalin Peak caused Professor Holt a lot of physical damage and left serious sequelae. He has not gone there since. I have explored places with harsh environments.
The other assistant, James, and the three mercenaries also looked a little tired. On the contrary, Wang Dahu and others, who were carrying the wooden boxes of ammunition, had normal expressions.
If they were on flat ground, the physical strength and fitness of the three mercenaries would definitely be stronger than that of Wang Dahu and the others, but walking on mountain roads was another matter.
The labor-saving skills here are not something that people who are used to walking on mountain roads every day will not be able to figure out in a while.
Moreover, the three mercenaries also carried heavy equipment.
After hearing Professor Holt's order to rest, the three mercenaries sat directly under a big tree and began to rest.
Shuguan also sat down, sitting next to a clump of lush wild grass. At the same time, he took off the bamboo basket on his back, took out a sheepskin water bag from the bamboo basket, raised his head and drank.
After drinking the water, he put the sheepskin water bag back into the bamboo basket, and then Shu Guan carried the bamboo basket on his back again. However, when he reached his hands behind his back, some brown powder sprinkled quietly from between his fingers. The sound was scattered in the grass.
Shu Guan opened his big innocent eyes and looked ahead. He seemed very calm, but his heartbeat accelerated slightly.
In fact, he doesn't need to be so cautious at all. With the pockmarks on his face, people who are not familiar with him can't see the change in his expression at all.
And just when he finished sprinkling the powder he secretly took out from the bamboo basket, the old white man who was sitting not far across the way suddenly stood up and strode towards Shu Guan.
Shu Guan felt his heart beat rapidly again.
Has it been discovered?
But even if they are seen, these people probably don’t know what they just sprinkled...
"Is there a kind of colorful grass in the mountains here?"
Professor Holt walked up to Shu Guan and asked this question.
It turns out I didn’t notice that I spilled something...
Shu Guan just breathed a sigh of relief, but then his heart tightened again because he finally realized what the old white man was asking about.
How did he know about colorful grass...
Endless doubts arose in Shu Guan's heart, and what happened to that photo of Immortal Temple?
Also, how should I answer him, yes or no?
Shu Guan was a little hard to make a decision for a while, because he didn't know how the old white man knew about colorful grass, and how much he knew about this valley.
Seeing that Shu Guan seemed a little distracted, Professor Holt frowned and asked the question again.
At this time, Shu Guan suddenly saw something under the big tree where Professor Holt was sitting and resting just now. As his thoughts flashed, Shu Guan showed a blank look in his eyes, shook his head like a silly country boy and said:
"No, what about colorful grass? The grass is green in spring, yellow in autumn, and dies in winter. How can it be colorful?"
Professor Holt's expression became a little disappointed and confused.
"How is that possible? Doesn't the manuscript say that this valley is covered with colorful grass blades..."
While muttering, he turned around and walked back to the big tree where he had just rested.
Just now, Professor Holt used Mandarin when he asked Shu Guan questions, and he used Injili when talking to himself. Of course, Shu Guan understood everything.
Manuscript...what manuscript?
Shu Guan squinted his eyes and watched the old white man walk back to the tree and sit down, as if he was thinking about something very important.
And in the grass next to Professor Holt's feet, there was a small, colorful blade of grass that looked like a villain, swaying gently in the wind.
That's colorful grass.
But Professor Holt was clearly sitting next to it, and even glanced past his feet several times, but seemed not to see anything.
No one seems to be able to see it except Shu Guan.
As he stared at the scene in a daze, he felt that the little man-like blade of grass suddenly smiled at him.
It laughs in the bush.
