Song Siyuan was amused by him and burst into laughter. She shook her head and explained: "Where are you thinking? The information of this village was destroyed and mysteriously destroyed twenty years ago. No matter who finds out the reason why it burned the forest, that is Big news, you have forgotten, I am a reporter from Fengtian Times, and I want to get first-hand news."
"oh?!"
The two of them took a long breath, and he stopped his smile and looked slightly serious: "But, Miss Song, you should know that Wu Coffin Town is very dangerous, aren't you afraid?"
"Don't worry. I once studied in Europe alone and have been to many dangerous places. I still have the ability to protect myself. And one more person means more helpers. I can also help you prepare all the tools. Let's each take what we have. What do you need?"
When speaking, Song Siyuan's eyes were extremely excited. Yue Guanchao thought that he wouldn't be able to leave if he didn't take her with him, and this deal sounded... pretty good.
"make a deal!"
Yue Guanchao categorically agreed, and the three people united their hands to form a formal cooperation.
Early the next morning, Yue Guanchao was still sleeping when he was suddenly awakened by the noise of cars. He rubbed his head and walked under the eaves.
At this time, a car drove into the yard, and Song Qingyang got out of the car, holding a large cardboard box in his arms.
Yue Guanchao hurriedly took the box. He recognized all the tools inside, including Luoyang shovel, flying tiger claw, peach wood sword, Sinan compass, fire fold, rope, iron flashlight, metal gloves, mask, candle, kettle, matches, cold-proof blanket, and black donkey. Hooves, glutinous rice, atlas... a box full.
He turned over the objects in the box and said, "Miss Song, I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable. The objects you dumped are neatly arranged. Your ancestors also did dumping."
"That's not true. I have been working in a newspaper for many years. I have come into contact with many religions and religions. I have experienced a lot of bizarre things. I know a little bit about the rules of each industry."
When Song Siyuan was talking, Song Qingyang took out another box from the car: "It's okay if you just visit the grave. I'm afraid that you will encounter living things, so self-defense weapons are indispensable. Here are three Type 13 rifles from Fengtian Arsenal. It’s a new product, and there are also two horse-brand pokers, which can be used for self-defense, smoke bombs, vitamins, and bandages, just in case of accidents.”
At the end of his sentence, he put down the box and said, "Sister, do you really want to go with them?"
Song Siyuan nodded without any hesitation: "Aren't you curious about such a big secret? You know my temperament. The more I don't understand it, the more I want to find out."
"Don't worry, your sister is not a dodder flower."
After everyone counted their things, Song Siyuan unfolded a map of Northeast China in the study and said to the two of them: "I made a rough estimate. Wu Coffin Town is located in the northernmost part of the Greater Khingan Mountains. The straight-line distance between Fengtian and Fengtian is more than 2,000 kilometers. By car or horseback, It is impossible to get there. The safest way is to take the Middle Eastern Railway of Tsarist Russia, get off the train at Harlan Union, which is the closest to the northern border, and then ride north, and you can get there in about a day."
Yue Guanchao's face was filled with excitement as he listened to her introduction. He lowered his head and looked down at the map of Northeast China. The China-Eastern Railway extended from Tsarist Russia to the northern provinces, connecting vertically and horizontally in the far north of China, and connected the primitive mountains stretching for four thousand miles.
Witch Coffin Town is already close at hand!
…
Two days later, the three of them got off the bus from Hulunmeng smoothly.
They stopped for a while at a local herdsman's house, bought three strong horses, and ran to the north along the primitive mountain road. Finally, they arrived near Wu Coffin Town before dark.
Looking around the cliff of Yueguanchaolema Mountain, you can see the vast and endless wild mountains. The four mountains of Maluo, Kaxi, Kunwu and Wuji are steep and steep. Each has its own mystery and majesty, like stars surrounding Wu Coffin Town, and further on. A hundred miles in front of the town, there are two more cow-backed wild mountains among thousands of green snails. The towering and stretching mountains form like a barrier, completely blocking the hundreds of miles of wilderness including Wu Coffin Town. There is only a river valley between the two peaks. , there seems to be an ancient town hidden among them.
Yue Guanchao picked up the map, his eyes full of confusion. He looked at Song Siyuan: "Miss Song, didn't you say that within a hundred miles it is deserted and inhabited? Why is there an ancient town here? Looking at the ups and downs of Niuji Mountain, I really want to take a detour. I don't know if I will detour to the Year of the Monkey and the Horse." , if you want to enter Wu Coffin Town, you must pass through the ancient town."
He really didn't expect the current situation. Song Siyuan remained silent, picked up the telescope and looked into the distance: "That map is nearly a hundred years old. It's natural not to know the current situation. I think since something happened to Wu Coffin Town, then The town in front of us might have been deliberately destroyed by some forces, so we have to go find out."
Seeing that the mountain was close, it was difficult to walk up the mountain. When they drove their horses to the ancient town of Hetan, all the dim light in the sky was blocked, and it was already sunset.
Everyone led their horses inside, and the rammed-earth stone houses were scattered on the hillside highlands, just like the Dunhuang Sutra Caves on the Loess Plains in the northwest. They were natural without any carvings and exuded a primitive and rough atmosphere. Occasionally, villagers lit candles, and the huge river beach flashed across the sky. stars.
Taking a closer look, these villagers were wearing coarse blue and gray mandarins, with braids on their heads, and carrying bamboo baskets and hoes on their shoulders. They were coming and going in groups. Some women wearing forehead wipes hurriedly stepped on them when they saw strangers coming. They hid in the stone house with their little feet, carefully opened the window and peeked out. From time to time, they whispered to their neighbors, and looked at Yue Guanchao and the others with strange looks.
