When the flag king becomes a prophet [unlimited]

The fog did lift, but not on either side of the road, but into the forest.

"Go in this way, and you will be able to reach the foot of Mount Ami." Tour guide No. 16 said with certainty.

Encountering such a strange thing, everyone felt anxious and had no mood for traveling for a long time, but there was only such a road at the moment. Everyone looked at each other and did not raise any objections, so they followed the guide and walked deep into the forest .

Along the way, the moisture from the forest soil quickly stained the clothes, making people feel chills all over.

The already tense atmosphere was even more silent. The few people who were called and questioned by No. 18 just now were thinking about something as they walked.

Among them, man No. 21 always behaved very calmly, and he took the initiative to walk beside No. 18 when he was walking, and talked about the reason why he came here.

His name is Yin Lan, and he is a relatively successful businessman. Although his family has been reorganized, he is happy and happy. He has a lovely daughter and a young son.But things have changed since my daughter entered middle school.The little girl began to be unhappy all day long, locking herself in her room, unwilling to hang out with them, and unwilling to talk to them.

Because they found their daughter's torn notebooks and deliberately soiled clothes, the couple once thought their daughter was being bullied and went to school several times, but failed to solve the problem.Daughter Yin Xiaoling has always been a very sensible child, and she doesn't want her parents to worry about her.

This made Yin Lan and his wife even more worried. They tried to enlighten their children in various ways, and even offered to accompany her to school and introduce her subordinates' sons and daughters as friends, but they were all rejected by Yin Xiaoling without exception.Yin Xiaoling once said to them: "I already have good friends for a lifetime, and I don't need other friends. As for who bullies me, my friends will help me."

Since her daughter said so, Yin Lan thought that she had really found a good friend, so she stopped mentioning these things.

Until one day, my daughter happily said that she would go out for a spring outing with her classmates, and the place for the spring outing was Miao Village.

Just the night before, the young couple happily felt that the child had finally become more cheerful, and the news that the bus disappeared appeared the next day.

Yin Lan's wife is completely insane.Yin Lan's own career has also plummeted, but she still comes to Miao Village at this time of year, hoping to find some clues about her daughter's disappearance.The younger son grew up gradually, and when he knew that his sister was missing, he would also ask to come with his father.

So for Yin Lan, an accident is a surprise instead.As long as he can find clues related to his daughter, he is not afraid of danger.

When the 21st and the 18th were talking, Le Xiao was listening all the time, and the more he thought about it, the more familiar he became. In his mind, the figure of a suspected family of three in the front row of the bus gradually became clear.

Judging from the analysis on the 18th just now, Le Xiao has been listed as an active member as the 8th, so he doesn't have to be reserved, so he just asks if he wants to ask: "Mr. Son here?"

He was really worried about the little boy.If Yin Lan also brought the youngest son with her this time, where is the youngest son?Will it be in danger?

No. 21 frowned, as if he couldn't remember it anyway.

But he finally showed worry on his face: "It should be together."

"Don't worry too much," No. 18 said in a low voice. "Unless a child under the age of 10 is precocious and over-minded, it will be difficult for him to enter the well. If he stays in the outside world, naturally a search and rescue team will take him away."

Number 21 expressed his thanks politely, but Number 18 had an unnatural expression. He wanted to say something but finally didn't say anything. He just looked at the number behind and said, "How about you?"

The number is a dull man, he shook his head with a stern face: "I have never encountered such a thing." It seems that he is really not good at words.

The No. [-] woman has been walking next to the No. [-] dull man. Obviously, this wooden man makes her feel very safe. At this time, the woman also answered: "I came to play with my friends before, and saw the recent activity information in Miao Village on the Internet. I just wanted to come and have a look again. I didn’t expect to encounter such a thing.”

Only woman No. 7 was always by the side of tour guide No. 15. From time to time, she lowered her voice and asked a few questions, covered her mouth and smiled for a while: "Really? Then you are too powerful. Let me see you when you enter Ami Village." Then The attitude seems to be like a tourist.

How could tour guide No. 15 stand up to the praise of such a beautiful woman, and immediately went to heaven: "Of course!"

No. 7 glanced at No. 18 triumphantly.There is quite a feeling of hugging the thigh to show off.

number 18:"……"

In addition to No. 7, several middle school students also followed No. 15 tour guide and No. 16 driver.Obviously, in the cognition of middle school students, all the leaders, teachers, and uncle tour guides are more trustworthy.It may be their consistent thinking to find a tour guide in case of danger.

"Uncle, Uncle, when can we arrive?" the little girl No. 2 asked.Leaving the Avenue of the Dead, she seemed to have regained some strength and the curiosity of a child.

"Is there food there? I'm so hungry, I want to go home." Boy No. 3 also said.

Only the faces of No. 1 and No. 4 are still a little pale, and they are obviously recovering.

"Yes, yes, there is something to live in, something to eat," Chen Dapi assured, patting his chest, "Mistress Ami is very generous, as long as you have good intentions, she will naturally give you everything that is good."

Following Chen Dapi's hyped-up words, a small town slowly unfolded in front of everyone.

Le Xiao watched, feeling uneasy in his heart.

The town was gray, as if soaked in water.The quiet and uninhabited atmosphere made the small town seem extraordinarily empty.

The road leading from the forest to the town runs from top to bottom, appearing and disappearing among the clumps of vegetation.

"Is there no one here?" middle school student No. 1 asked timidly.

"Perhaps the hostess came here to welcome us. We'll know when we arrive." The tour guide's voice seemed a little uncertain, but the only thing he was certain of was his love for his hostess.

The further you go to the valley, the lower the temperature, and almost everyone feels the cold. No. 7 shivered and leaned against guide No. 15, still acting like a baby, while the others remained silent.

As Le Xiao walked, he thought over and over again about Ami Mountain.

According to the legend of Mount Ami earlier, the elder sister gave the younger sister a silver bell, and the younger sister gave the silver bell to the lover, but the lover was bitten to death by insects.

Le Xiao never forgets this story.

Any story will have a fairytale version and a malicious version, which seems to be the inevitable destination of all stories, but Le Xiao feels that this story contains a lot of information.

Perhaps Lu Bingye felt the same way, so he was very concerned about whether the bell was "gifted" out.The two men were bitten to death by insects just now. Apart from not having a bell, is it also related to the gift of the bell?

Thinking of this, Le Xiao felt a chill all over, and felt that the bell wrapped in a small plastic case on his wrist was even hotter, which was a little unnatural—was Lu Bingye's action just now considered "giving the bell"?Or is it his deliberate temptation?

To test Le Xiao him... May the Lord please?

But his wish is clearly... to kill by touching his head, so is that also a disguise?

The more I thought about it, the more my heart sank.He walked quickly without saying a word, the gravel road under his feet became steeper and steeper, and his pace became faster and faster.

Suddenly, a hand pressed on his shoulder, restraining his accelerated pace.

"Be careful," unexpectedly, it was man No. 21: "This road looks like no one has ever walked it. I went up to see it when I lived in the village. It is very steep and has sharp bamboos. Everyone, walk slowly. "

The man's kind reminder made the shy women nod their heads in gratitude.

Le Xiao quietly glanced at Lu Bingye from the corner of his eye, and found that the latter was looking at the town, and his steps were steady and familiar, as if he didn't pay attention to what happened here.

After walking like this for half an hour, a few people actually reached the entrance of the town.It is very simple here, unlike large tourist attractions that have obvious reception areas and halls. There is only a wooden desk that looks old, and a white paper is placed on the desk as a tourist check-in registration.

In front of my eyes, the white paper was completely sticky and yellowed, stuck to the table, a pencil next to it was almost weathered, and the eraser was deformed.

Several people looked at the tour guide. The tour guide stepped forward, picked up a pencil and wrote two words, and found that the pencil note was very light and the refill was soft, so he shook his head: "Forget it, I won't register. Go in."

No one wants to come forward and register their names.

While the large army was already moving forward, Le Xiao took a closer look. The yellow paper was mottled, and it seemed that many people's names had been written on top of each other.

Le Xiao carefully memorized the blurred strokes on it, and quickly followed.

At the entrance of the town is a group of houses for the townspeople. The houses are well arranged, and there is a small space in front of each person's door for storing sundries.Behind the house, a small square was opened up, and there was a strange small wooden platform with many holes, wooden sticks inserted obliquely, and many bells hung densely. The tour guide said that it was a place for villagers to pray for blessings.Behind the small platform is another small forest.

It's just that the trees are planted in a row, as if just to block the line of sight.

"From here is the residence of tourists. In order to let tourists better understand the customs of our ethnic group, we specially built a kind of thatched cottage called Xiaobuzha." Although it is strange that there is no one here, the guide still has Feeling like coming home, he gradually entered the role and became the leading person, leading everyone to the back of the woods.

Passing through the path, a piece of loess suddenly became in front of you, and many small houses were embedded in the land like small rice dumplings.

"Tourists live here," the tour guide looked up at the sky, "you can live here too."

"There's nothing here, right?" No. 7 said to the tour guide, "Can I live at your house?"

Everyone: "..."

Some people looked sideways at No. 7, but No. 7 didn't care.

Unexpectedly, the tour guide who has always been "careful" of No. 7 still shook his head: "Ami Mountain has a clear distinction between host and guest, the guest lives in the guest's place, and the host lives in the host's house."

Le Xiao has also heard about this point, Master Ami will always protect her villagers, and only when Master Ami recognizes her as one of her subordinates can she receive her most sincere blessings.

It is because of this rumor that a group of loyal tourists who come every year have been cultivated.

No. 7 was rejected, but she didn't care about it, and walked up to a buddha: "Okay, then I will live here, I'm used to living alone, don't come in." She said it very naturally, as if just now The person who said "go live at your house" is not like her.

In fact, this kind of indifference, who seems to have a bad personality, is also very suspicious.

Le Xiao felt that he was bewildered, and looked suspicious to everyone—this was only the second time he had entered the wishing well.

"It's best to share a room with two people. If you really don't like two people living together, you can live alone." On the 18th, he looked indifferently at Buza who entered on the 7th: "Living alone is risky."

"No one can find out when you die."