Purple Mountain is divided into five major mountain systems from the inside to the outside. They spread out from different regions and intersect together to form the largest primitive ecological community on this land today.
Most people have a romantic longing for it in textbooks, imagining that this unexplored land is filled with countless opportunities. As long as you naively grasp a few, you can get unexpected wealth.
However.
For those who truly understand Zishan, they would rather stay away from a nightmare that seems to be soaked in blood than wealth.
In 1984, a senior commissioner who had participated in many rescue operations wrote in his diary:
[I am an honest person and rarely deny anything because of personal emotions. ]
[However, my nature seems to have lost its power when I stepped into this land. Every time I stepped in, I just felt like I was entering an endless nightmare cycle. ]
[The oppressive environment, the silent wind, we were forbidden to speak, and we relied on the most primitive pen and paper to communicate with each other throughout the process. ]
[When writing these words, I finally have to admit that I hate it and deny it. Maybe it was something in the past. It was the supreme mother of the people in the surrounding areas. ]
[Now, I just feel that it is just a sleeping devil lying down in the world. ]——"The Thirty-one Day of Silence"
Every time Gao Yi thought of this passage narrated by the collector, an invisible pressure quietly grew in his heart.
Following the traces left by the meat grinder, he had even forgotten the direction and distance he had memorized in his heart, where the Hidden Dragon Pass was, and what direction the boundary went.
Gao Yi doesn't even know.
Now, he was just relying on a gambling mentality, holding on to the idea of continuing to try, constantly expecting to see the dying meat grinder lying on the ground in front of him.
It's just that reality seems to be a joke, or in other words, the vitality of the meat grinder is much stronger than he imagined.
Although judging from the traces, the opponent is almost out of fuel, but with the breath of survival instinct, it will crawl to its final destination even if it crawls.
"Mr. Gao, something's not right here."
The two people who had lifted the lion dance were walking side by side. Descartes suddenly spoke and lowered his voice to Gao Yi: "Have you noticed that the deeper you go into the Purple Mountain, the more traces of some kind of strange activity there are?"
"Um."
Gao Yi nodded in agreement.
In addition to the meat grinder they were tracking, they also found more than one possible trace left by large biological activities. These traces all looked very fresh and obviously did not come from long ago.
"Could it be traces left by other siren heads?"
Gao Yi muttered to himself: "Most of these creatures are found in deep mountains and old forests, and the only place that meets the ecological environment requirements of the surrounding major cities is Zishan."
Could it be that all the siren heads from nearby cities are gathered here?
Gao Yi was shocked by his guess.
If this is the case, how many siren heads must there be gathering in the depths of Purple Mountain? With all the troops coming out, is it possible for nearby cities to resist?
Before he could think about it deeply, the style of the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The vegetation on the nearby ground quickly disappeared and was replaced by patches of rugged rocks.
"I didn't know the forest petrification in Zishan was so serious."
Descartes complained, and suddenly his feet seemed to be tripped by something, and he almost fell forward with his center of gravity unsteady.
"what?"
The two of them looked down and were both surprised.
I saw a section of dark railway track laid quietly on the gravel, with sleepers arranged one after another, like a python with patterns, winding all the way into the distance.
"Why...is there a railway in Purple Mountain?"
Knowing that no one was destined to answer this question, Descartes couldn't help mumbling to himself.
Gao Yi's current mood is not much better than it, or in other words, more complicated.
Railway...Railway...
Does all this seem to be a perfect fit?
At that time, the lost soul of a man was living downstairs in his house. He once talked about many taboos about railways.
Cross the bridge...take the middle line...be careful of the whimpering thing...that's crying...
Gao Yi still remembers these words.
"Is it possible that the so-called taboos deep in Zishan are some of the things on the railway mentioned in the words?"
Just compare it with reality, what is a bridge, what is a middle line... The entire vast purple mountain is only an endless stretch of desolate Gobi, with only one railway track extending into the distance.
Other than that, there's nothing descriptive at all.
"Now I'm still chasing the meat grinder. Since these things can't be verified, it's better to put them aside for now."
Gao Yi temporarily put these things behind him and continued to chase forward following a particularly obvious crawling mark on the gravel.
After pursuing this level, even a legendary creature with such powerful vitality as the Meat Grinder has reached the point where it has finally run out of fuel.
Gao Yi didn't chase him any further. He saw a meat grinder with skin as dark red as blood lying on the edge of a new railway track ahead of him, dying.
Its cervical vertebrae were torn apart by Gao Yi, and large chunks of flesh and blood were removed. The white vertebrae were mixed with burnt black vertebrae, leaving large areas exposed, exuding a burning smell all the time.
"finally found you."
Xiao Di immediately breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the meat grinder in the distance: "You can run well, keep running..."
"Okay, Descartes, stop reciting lines like this where the villain dies from talking too much. Let's get there quickly."
Gao Yi waved his hand and interrupted Descartes: "The environment here is too weird. Let's kill it and retreat as soon as possible. If we delay it, I'm afraid the night will be long and we will have many dreams."
He still doesn't have much of a sense of relief.
The more he knew, the more he realized how insignificant he was. Now Gao Yi just wanted to find a way out of Zishan as soon as possible, and then get as far away as possible, even in this life... No, at least without a lot of Zi Cui Yi In front of the painting, he never wanted to come back.
This copy is obviously beyond my current capabilities.
Gao Yi stepped forward and quickly approached the direction of the meat grinder.
At the same time, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded from the horizon from far to near.
"what sound?"
Gao Yi was stunned for a moment, turned around and saw white steam columns rising up and down under the dim sky, accompanied by the rhythm of "kacha kacha" and the sound of "woo woo" whistle.
A steam-driven train was coming from the winding railway track.
It is very fast, faster than most modern high-speed trains before. It is as if the soul has left the body and has no body. Like a gust of wind, it will pass by Gao Yi in the blink of an eye.
But at this moment, Gao Yitong suddenly shrank.
Meat grinder...
The palm it stretched out on the edge of the rail slowly opened into a claw shape.
Wuwuwu——
It wants to escape!
