There seemed to be something in Miao Cuishan's words. I wanted to ask more, but he didn't want to say anything more. He just asked me to release Lili and help her to be saved, and then he told me the location of Mujiazhuang.
"Following this road to the west, two hundred miles away, there is Hengduan Mountain. On the mountain is Mujiazhuang."
Miao Cuishan told me that he would wait here until noon on the third day. If I didn't come back before twelve o'clock, he would conclude that my mission had failed, and then there would be no chance of finding him again.
I nodded and without saying anything else, I bowed my hand to Miao Cuishan and said goodbye.
"Mr. Cheng, let me go with you!"
On the way, Shi Yingzi suggested: "The Mujiazhuang generation has high mountains, deep roads, and few people. And according to Senior Miao, there must be something weird in Mujiazhuang!"
"It doesn't matter,"
I said: "There are still many things waiting for you to deal with at the Yin Yang Association. You don't have to follow me on this trip. I will be careful."
"But……"
"I brought you back from the City of the Past, but I don't want to put you in danger again, otherwise neither the Fourth Sister nor I will be able to explain, so go ahead."
Shi Yingzi wanted to say something else, but I waved my hand to tell her not to say more.
Shi Yingzi could only sigh and asked me to contact her at any time if anything happened. After saying that, she turned and left.
I first returned to the incense and candle shop, told Lonnie about Miao Cuishan's mission, and asked her to go on a trip with me.
"As for Bai Ze, there has been no news about An Jingjing. He probably has no thoughts at all. It's better not to call him."
"good!"
Lonnie nodded without saying anything. The next morning, we found Hua Hua and gave him some instructions to prepare some necessary items. Then we walked out of the incense shop, took a taxi and rushed to Mujiazhuang!
Following the direction indicated by Miao Cuishan, we headed west and got off the bus near Hengduan Mountain. After that, we walked all the way for more than an hour and finally saw a mountain road.
There is a sign at the beginning of the mountain road with a line of large characters written on it: "Fifteen kilometers up, Mujiazhuang."
Lonnie and I looked around and started going up the mountain.
This mountain road is winding and winding, with a steep mountain wall on one side and a loose guardrail on the other. Below the guardrail is a bottomless cliff. Lonnie and I walked slowly along the side of the ridge.
It was almost noon at this time, and the sun was shining brightly, which only made people feel dry.
The ridge next to it was bare. Apart from the rugged rocks, not even a plant could be seen. The surroundings were quiet, except for the rustling sound of Lonnie and I stepping on the ground. It was as if the two of us had arrived at a place from A mysterious mountain area that no one has ever set foot on.
After walking for a while, I was sweating profusely, so I took out a bottle of water and drank it. As I drank the water, I looked under the guardrail from the corner of my eye.
Suddenly, I noticed that a lake appeared under the cliff. The water of the lake was as green as a mirror, and there was no fluctuation on the water surface.
An old man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat was sitting on the shore fishing with a fishing rod in his hand.
The lake is surrounded by thousands of miles of uninhabited wilderness, with only the old man sitting there alone, maintaining a fixed posture, motionless, like a painting.
I was very curious, where did this old man come from and why was he motionless? Was he really here to fish?
"That old man, something's not right."
At this time, Lonnie also noticed the old man at the bottom of the cliff and said in a deep voice.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether he is a human or a ghost, it has nothing to do with us anyway."
It is not uncommon for some mountain spirits and wild monsters to appear in this kind of wilderness. As long as he does not interfere with us, I have no intention of finding out what he is doing.
Lonnie and I continued to walk up the mountain road. After walking for a while, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw the old man still sitting by the lake, motionless.
Logically speaking, we have been walking for more than 20 minutes, and we have walked several kilometers anyway, but why can that old man still appear in my sight, and keep the same distance as before?
It was as if he and the lake were constantly moving as we moved forward!
So I simply looked ahead and stopped looking at him. After walking for a while, I suddenly heard the sound of a car honking behind me.
When I turned around, I saw a truck speeding along the mountain road.
On such a narrow and winding mountain road, driving at a speed of nearly 100 miles was simply asking for death!
I wanted to remind the driver, so I waved my arm to the truck to remind me to slow down, but the driver had no expression on his face, just looked ahead, and drove straight towards Lonnie and me.
"Get out of the way!"
With quick eyes and quick hands, Lonnie pulled me to the ridge. I only heard a roar. The truck roared past my face, and the car exhaust almost sprayed into my face!
Doesn’t this stupid driver know how to read the road?
I was about to scold the driver, but the next scene shocked me!
There was a turning point thirty meters in front of us. After the truck passed in front of us, it did not brake and slow down, but actually hit the guardrail next to it!
boom!
With a loud noise, the simple guardrail was directly smashed into pieces, and the truck then turned head down and fell straight into the cliff!
Lonnie and I quickly walked over and looked down.
The truck crashed onto a pile of rocks, only a dozen meters away from the old fisherman.
The truck driver was seriously injured and struggled to crawl out from the front of the truck. His face was covered in blood. As he crawled, he called for help to the old fisherman.
However, the old man still sat firmly on the shore, staring at the quiet lake, turning a deaf ear to the accident happening behind him!
Could it be that this old man is deaf?
I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I lay down in front of the guardrail and yelled at him.
"Old sir, help me quickly, I'm right behind you!"
However, although I shouted desperately, the old man remained motionless and paid no attention to the life and death of the truck driver.
The truck driver wriggled hard on the ground, leaving a long pool of blood on the ground. After a while, he exhausted all his strength and lay on the ground, motionless.
Seeing a big living person die in front of me, I felt very angry. If it weren't for a cliff across the way, I would have rushed over to see what the old man was!
"I feel like the driver just now seemed to have fallen into a trap."
At this time, Lonnie said in a deep voice: "With this blinding effect, he didn't see us or the turning sign in front, so he rushed off the cliff."
