Yinshi refers to the time from three to five o'clock in the morning.
Before this period of time, the old man with ghost hands had been making gestures somewhere.
Until the Yin hour came, the voice of the mantra in his mouth gradually increased, and finally he slammed the snake-head peach wood hand stick on the ground on the top of the mountain.
Then a magical scene appeared. Many gravels on the top of the mountain began to dance up and down in a regular manner, which dazzled everyone watching.
And the snake on the snake-head wooden handrail actually 'alive'.
Seeing this scene, I was dumbfounded and speechless.
It was a three-flowered blue-eyed snake more than one meter long, and it slowly slipped down from the peach wood handle in front of all of us.
When the core of this three-flowered blue-eyed snake was spitted out, I smelled a strange fragrance that made me dizzy.
This strange fragrance is like the fragrance of osmanthus, but not entirely, because the unique fishy smell of snakes is also mixed in.
I looked at the people around me and found that the expressions on each of their faces were different, but they didn't make much movement. They looked straight ahead and watched the old man with ghost hands operating.
Uncle Yan sat on the big rock nearby and closed his eyes to meditate, as if this had nothing to do with him.
When the three-flowered blue-eyed snake slid to the ground, it turned its head and glanced towards us.
At this glance, I discovered that there was a crack in the forehead of this three-flowered blue-eyed snake, and a flash of blood red flashed past.
When I saw that red light appear, my mind suddenly buzzed, and the whole world seemed to quiet down.
Only the figure of the three-flowered blue-eyed snake remained in his mind.
my God?
Is that the snake's third eye?
Is there actually a snake with three eyes in this world?
If it weren't for the ticking sound of the watch on my wrist, I would have thought that I no longer belonged to this world.
Just when the snake disappeared from all of our sights, waves of mist slowly began to rise throughout the mountain forest.
Within an hour, the visibility was reduced to less than one meter.
The others had already reacted, but I was still in a daze.
Finally, Uncle Yan sat next to me, patted me on the shoulder and said, "You were in this state when we first met."
"The entrance to the Shuyi Tomb is difficult to find. Even if there are map coordinates, it is in a general direction. The geographical magnetic field environment here is different from what we have seen before."
"At this time, relying on Feng Shui for positioning is no longer feasible..."
I slowly turned my head to look at Uncle Yan, swallowed my saliva at the same time, and then asked.
"Uncle Yan, is that old man a ghost? Did he summon this mist?"
"And what happened to the snake?"
Uncle Yan glanced at me and said, "You only need to care about what you need to care about. Why are you so curious about other people's affairs?"
"After entering the Shuyi Tomb, you will understand a lot of things even if I don't tell them."
I looked at the black figure that was already blurry in my sight and said, "Then what is he doing there now? When are we going down?"
Uncle Yan didn't say anything and got directly into his sleeping bag.
As he closed his eyes, he waved his hand at me.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, the road will be clear!"
Uncle Yan started snoring almost immediately after he finished speaking. Alai and Leng Yue were keeping vigil one after the other.
No one cared whether I wanted to sleep or not, and no one asked me to keep vigil.
Everything around me seemed so weird and abnormal, and the discomfort made me feel even more uncomfortable.
With this mentality, I couldn't sleep even when I got into my sleeping bag.
It was like this in a daze until around eight o'clock in the morning, and everyone got up one after another.
I packed my backpack and came to Uncle Yan's side.
Before he could speak, Uncle Yan pointed to a triangular intersection not far from our mountain.
"It's over there, let's go..."
I didn't see the figure of the old man with ghost hands, but the strange smell from yesterday was always in the air.
But when I asked them if they smelled the same thing as me, they all shook their heads.
Da Zhuang also put away his smiling expression and told me with a serious face that the previous events were just a warm-up and the real show had just begun.
I originally thought Da Zhuang was scaring me again, but when I actually experienced these so-called good things, it left a big shadow deep in my heart.
We used the hook lock to fish directly from the cliff. I was helped by Da Zhuang and Uncle Yan in turns before I stepped on the ground.
I don’t want to say more about the hardships along the way, but in short we got down.
The old man with ghost hands was already waiting for us under the tree not far away.
When he saw us coming down, he didn't say anything, he just kept playing with the weird three-eyed snake in his hand.
As long as the snake core is swallowing in a certain direction, we will go in a certain direction.
There were a lot of twists and turns along the way, and we simply ate some dry food. At around one o'clock in the afternoon, we finally reached the finish line.
After passing through a dry forest that was not lush but very strange, what caught our eyes was a small basin located at the bottom of this triangular mountain stream.
Looking down from where we were, we could see a lot of broken branches and broken trees, as well as the remains of some statues.
The old man with ghost hands glanced at Uncle Yan and whispered: "This is it. The entrance should be in the center."
I looked in the direction of the old man's finger. It was an area with the most statue remains, and I couldn't see anything else.
But the surrounding mountains seen from our place are almost exactly the same as those in our photos.
It's as if those road maps were drawn by ancient people standing in roughly the same place as us.
The center point is the basin beneath our feet.
Uncle Yan glanced at Alai beside him and asked, "Is the hook lock enough?"
Alai hummed, untied his oversized backpack, and took out all the contents.
I saw a modified Luoyang shovel and a foldable triangular screwdriver. The only thing left was the rope.
The woman Leng Yue's backpack contained some dry food, while Qi Dachuan's backpack contained flares, some insect repellent medicine, and two pistols.
Da Zhuang has some weapons on his body, such as machetes.
Of course there was an empty backpack, and a bottle of scarlet liquid.
I knew it was the blood of the nine-tailed cock.
My grandfather told me when I was very young that although Tao Shaguan and Mojin Xiaowei were both official thieves.
But the technical behavior is different. The gold-touching captain will always keep candles and black donkey hooves.
The first is to find out whether there is enough oxygen underground, and a fire source is the best thing.
Secondly, it is used to prevent corpse fraud. It is said that black donkey hooves are very effective.
But Grandpa sneered at this, saying that if the black donkey's hooves worked, the gold-touching captain would not be nearly extinct.
As for our Taosha official, my grandpa told us that we used to have Taosha seals as proof of identity, but now the real Taosha seals have been lost.
Many Taosha officials use cinnabar to make one instead of warding off evil spirits.
Others directly use the blood of the nine-tailed rooster to ward off zombies, which is often called zongzi.
Uncle Yan was discussing the next plan with the old man Guishou, while I was helping Alai fix the rope so that we could go down.
As for gas masks, there are only two sets in Uncle Yan's backpack.
After everything was ready, the old man with ghost hands was the first to climb down holding the rope.
It seems that she is not young, and she speaks slowly, but her hands are no worse than those of us young people.
The vertical height of twenty to thirty meters reached the bottom in less than a minute.
Because it is located in a jungle basin, the visibility below is not high. It was not until the flashlight below flashed a few lights that Uncle Yan waved us down.
Originally, Uncle Yan wanted me to wait up there, so naturally I couldn't agree.
He also retorted to Uncle Yan, saying that this is just the relic of a tribe from an unknown dynasty, and it is not an underground tomb. It is definitely impossible for me to go down now.
After we got down, I instantly felt that there was a potential crisis in the air around me.
This crisis may also be my nervous delusion about the environment here.
But every step I take, I feel thorns all over my body.
The smell of strange snakes in the air was gone, replaced by the smell of rotting vegetation and earth.
At the same time, you can also smell a very light smell of blood, which is not always present.
But it makes people feel very uncomfortable.
"Everyone, be careful. The people of Shu are good at using ancient Shu secret arts. Although they have disappeared, you still have to be careful here..."
