Daomu Biji

We wanted to help Soshan. Agui didn't agree at first, so we only talked about what happened.Agui's little daughter is called Yun, and Agui lets his daughter follow us, don't leave.The villagers gathered about twenty people, held torches and flashlights, and led the hounds to the buffalo head ditch.

It was dark around the mountain road, and we yelled while letting the hound smell the clothes.

The forest farms here have been cut down once, and the road ahead is not difficult to walk, but there is plenty of rain here, and there are many puddles on the mountain, all of which are mountain frogs.It was difficult for us to walk until we reached Baolin District, but these mountain people were all hunters and experienced, so it was not difficult to walk.For us, such a mountain road is like a walk compared to Tamutuo.A group of people went to the depths of the mountain.

As I walked, I asked the cloud, what is happening in Buffalo Head Ditch, and is there any danger for my father?

Yunhui turned his head and said, "There is the boundary between Dabaolin District and our village's forest protection zone. Yangjiao Mountain is in Dabaolin District, Zhoudu Mountain is in the forest protection zone, and Buffalo Head Ditch is in the middle. Behind Yangjiao Mountain is the deep mountain old forest. Everyone has a sign at Yamaguchi, so let us not go in, so apart from the old hunters, we generally do n’t go to Yangjiao Mountain. The forest behind the Yangjiao Mountain has never heard of anyone go in. "

Agui said after me: "The village is most familiar with Yangjiao Mountain, I am afraid that only Panma. The forest behind is said to have been dared to go only by the foot merchants of Gu Yue. In ancient times, the Vietnamese jade people wore them from the forest in order to escape customs duties. A month's journey came to sell jade, I don't know how many people were covered in the depths of these mountains. "

The sale of jade is the most profitable, cruel and mysterious commercial trade on the ancient Sino-Vietnamese border. I have heard of the brutal struggle between the Vietnamese and Burmese jade gangs. One night of poverty and one night of riches are common here. Under the huge benefits of fighting for nothing, human nature has no place at all.

Agui said that it is not far from the place where the jade trade is most popular. From Banai to the jade merchants in Guangxi, they all do small business with some bosses in Guangdong. They are the most painful group of jade people, so they are particularly fierce.Especially during the Qing dynasty, the Vietnamese came here in batches, half businessmen and half bandits.

I thought to myself that if this were the case, if the remains of the Vietnamese jade people could be found in the forest, I might be able to find the original jade stones they brought.The rough stones with good jade color are very rare this year, and the price of jade stone is ridiculously high. The texture of jade stone at that time is much higher than it is now. If you find one or two good pieces, it is more valuable than any bright weapon.But when I think about it, those Vietnamese jade people who looked at these jade stones were more precious than their own lives. It is a great deal of injustice to intercept them now. This is different from tomb robbing. I am afraid that it will cause ominous things.

We walked into the ditch in the middle of the night and found that the man in blood clothes pointed to a tree, and said that the clothes were found on the tree. He first saw blood sticking to the trunk, and looked up to find the clothes. At first I thought it was a night owl bitten by a wild cat, but then I realized it was not.

The flashlight shines on the tree. This kind of copper skin flashlight has almost no lighting ability, but it can be sure that there is nothing else on it. Apparently Pan Dama climbed the tree and left the blood coat.

Dad is almost eighty years old. Although he used to be a master in climbing trees, it is logically impossible to climb onto the trees for no reason. Obviously, he is in danger.I asked Yun, what fierce beasts are there?Yun said that a long time ago I heard about tigers. Now in the mountains, the most powerful thing is probably a leopard.

When I heard it, I said that the tiger is absolutely gone now. Leopards are good hands at climbing trees. If they are really leopards, then it will be troublesome. Moreover, leopards have the habit of hanging food on trees and hiding them.

However, Acai said that the leopards are all in the mountains. The mountains here are not deep enough, and the probability of encountering leopards is too small.Daddy didn't bring a gun, why did he come to such a deep mountain?

I remembered the plot where Xiaobing Gazi hid the seized pistol in the bird's nest. I thought that Panma also learned this trick, but there was no bird's nest in the tree.

We searched around the tree for a moment, and there was no gain. We could barely see some blood stains in several directions.The dogs brought came in handy. The hunters were all armed with guns. After the bullets were loaded, the soldiers went several ways to find the distance. I followed Agui's way to the direction of Yangjiao Mountain.

The buffalo head ditch is very long and deep. No one has reached the end. The middle of the ditch is the mountain pass where the Yangjiao Mountain and Zhoudu Mountain meet. It shows a momentum of tropical forest. It feels very similar to Tamutuo. Very uncomfortable.I always heard the sound of "giggling" and then sweated all over, but there was no way. I had to come and had to follow my scalp.

The mountain dogs are quite sturdy and stand taller than me. Although they are all mongrel dogs, they are well-trained and soon smelled, leading us all the way to the depths of the valley.

Nowhere along the way, the crescent crest was on his head in the middle of the night. The dog seemed to have found the target. We stopped near the mountain pass of Yangjiao Mountain.It was a slope on the mountainside, because of the mudslide, the trees were very thin, the slope was very steep, and the mud was slippery and soft like snow.We use branches as crutches to maintain balance. From time to time we step on the wrong place and the whole piece of mud slides all the way.

The hound pulled us, crawling hard up to a tree, and then no longer wandered, but barked at a large grass behind the tree.

The cloud was a little scared, and my heart hung up too. If Dad encountered a leopard, the things in the grass might be terrible.

Agui stepped forward to remove the grass with branches, but under the flashlight, he found that there was no corpse in it, only to see a large rock.We discovered in the past that it was a piece of stone monument that was old, some years later, the traces of wind and rain are obvious, and the surface is completely abraded.

Agui, they turned away the weeds around them, and suddenly a hunter groaned, and the man fell short.

We rushed over and pulled him, and we saw a mud pit hidden in the grass, as if it was washed out by rain, and there was still mud in the pit.When I looked down at the bottom of the pit, I looked at the dull oil bottle, and I felt a little stunned in my heart. I could see a few pieces of rotten wood wrapped in the rotten mud in the pit. Looking at the shape, I was almost sure that it was a broken coffin.

This is a humble ancient tomb washed out.