At two o'clock in the afternoon, Cheng An left the school gate with a hiking bag that had sorted out more tools and headed to Baichi Mountain on the outskirts of the city.

What I saw and heard along the way was almost exactly the same as my previous life.

There are tall buildings and traffic.

Modern technology is working hard on this civilized land, and the fragrance of steel and cement is so intoxicating. The noisy advertisements in the subway make him familiar and unfamiliar.

If it weren't for the clear cognition in his mind, Cheng An would have doubted whether this place is still on Earth, it would be too similar.

The means of transportation you take turns from subway to buses and then to bicycles;

The scenery along the way also ranges from the skyscrapers to the increasing number of yellow fields, to the deserted forests in front of you.

As he looked over the way, Cheng An's mood gradually relaxed and no longer felt as tense as before.

The future of this journey is uncertain, so he just keeps moving forward, and the rest will be destined.

Baichi Mountain is rarely visited by people, and there are some disrepaired buildings on the roadside, which have long been uninhabited.

Before Cheng An came, he had already checked the basic information of Baichishan and knew that this tourist attraction was quite lively a long time ago;

Later, a major safety accident occurred in the local area where more than a dozen tourists fell off the cliff and died, causing worse and worse business.

Later, the developer ran away, and the entire scenic area was completely abandoned about ten years ago.

Only occasionally do rich people in the city secretly come here to catch some hares, wild boars, etc.

Therefore, he was not surprised by the dilapidated scene here.

The road up the mountain has been crushed and cracked and needs to be repaired urgently, and the weeds have flooded most of the ground.

Cheng An smiled, but fortunately he prepared a portable bicycle in advance.

After riding along the mountain road, I rode halfway up the mountain, and the road ahead was gone.

The protective net that leaves the green paint, came into view, and the entire Baichi Mountain, nearly ten kilometers across and out, was separated into two heavens and earth by these protective barriers.

If it is said that the mountainside is still rarely visited, then the mountainside will be completely extinct.

The vines and grass grew wildly, the tall tree canopy covered the sky and the sun, and the guardrail was covered with green vines, and there were holes and collapses everywhere.

Warning signs such as "There is electricity danger", "Forest protection and fire protection, the alarm bell rings", "Popular wild animals are prohibited", etc., one by one, and they are all crooked and half leaning on the ground;

The weeds that were pressed by them stubbornly stretched out their heads and pointed to the sky, like stubborn and impulsive daggers.

After years of no one took care of this forest, the forest has completely returned to nature.

Fortunately, rural children are not unfamiliar with the mountains, and even in such a situation, Cheng An is still prepared.

He took out his portable multi-purpose mountaineering pick, put on a headlight, lit a mosquito coil and hung it on his hat, and began to hike.

The speed was much slower, but the way was smooth. As the moon was three o'clock, Cheng An climbed to the top of the mountain.

A relatively wide construction platform and the traditional stone pavilion built on it are caught in the eyes.

The building has been weathered and the paint and lime on the walls have long been peeling off, but the body is made of granite and is still firm and has never fallen.

The plaque above was a step ahead of it, but this did not prevent Cheng An from recognizing it.

This is Wangjiang Pavilion.

There are six hills on Baichi Mountain, Heligang is the highest, with an altitude of nearly a thousand meters. The Wangjiang Pavilion, built on the top of the mountain, is naturally also overlooking all the mountains.

Cheng An walked up and looked around. The estuary of the long river shone brightly under the moonlight;

At the intersection of the sky and water, countless stars float up and fall, making people wonder if the entire Milky Way is here.

When the ancients saw this, they could still drink and write poems. They said that after being drunk, they did not know that the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of stars and dreams of the stars swaying the galaxy.

Unfortunately, Cheng An didn't have this time.

He still doesn't know what will happen in the future after his trip, but if he fails, he may not be much better than his roommates.

He turned on his phone and looked at it. Sure enough, there was no signal anymore.

If it were replaced by the "brick machine" ten years ago, even if the altitude of this wave is 3,000 meters, it would not be affected. Unfortunately, Cheng An still needs the offline map inside it, otherwise how could he find the destination so accurately?

"The fourth brick in the center of Wangjiang Pavilion south."

According to Xia Soseki, he hid the coordinates of the thing that he didn't know exactly what it was.

Cheng An followed the ground and found a location, took out a mountaineering pickaxe, and then pried open the already broken marble floor tiles.

However, there is nothing unusual below.

"No?"

Cheng An frowned. It was impossible for him to be cheated in the end.

He didn't believe in evil, so he continued to dig more than half a meter deep, and when he dug it, rocks appeared below, but he still saw nothing.

"Is it because of the wrong time?"

After thinking a little, Cheng An set up a tent in front of the pavilion, turned on the explosion-proof light, and put it in.

Immediately afterwards, he ran to the edge of the platform, found a rock sunken, lay down in, put on a black jacket, and hid it on the spot.

The moonlight is hazy and the brightly lit tent is particularly conspicuous, while Cheng An is hiding in the dark and is almost impossible to detect.

As the night became deeper and deeper, Cheng An lay on the ground, holding a mountaineering pickaxe in his right hand, staring at Wangjiangting without blinking.

His muscles were tight and his breathing was smooth and almost silent, like an experienced hunter waiting for his prey to come to his door.

It was about to 12 a.m., when Cheng An suddenly felt an uncontrollable feeling of fatigue surged on his forehead.

No, can't sleep!

He suddenly shuddered and suddenly found that everything in his sight was covered with a thin layer of red veil.

Subconsciously, he looked up.

A full red moon hangs above the sky, and the moonlight is like blood, sinking into the world.

"this……"

Cheng An suppressed the horror in his heart, and the strange animal chewing sounds of "chirping" and "kaka" came from his ears.

Following the sound, I saw that the tent used for a trick was torn to pieces on the ground. On the open space in front of the pavilion, there was a figure of a man sitting cross-legged.

His head was bare, his earlobes were hooked to his shoulders, and his upper body was thin with a naked hunch.

His shoulders were constantly rising and falling, as if he could not suppress his smile and trembled.

"Humans are always like this. Even though they know what will happen, they still can't help but explore."

"Old Xia is like this, Qin Dong is like this, so are you, even me... are like this."

In a hoarse voice, the figure turned around, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked old, like an old mummy who had been dug out for more than a hundred years.

Cheng Antong shrank, and Wang Peng's shadow could be clearly seen on this face!

The roommate who died suddenly in the first semester of school!

A dormitory must be neatly arranged...

Cheng An swallowed his saliva, then jumped up and rushed out faster.

His speed was dazzlingly fast, and in an instant he crossed the distance between the two. He held the handle of the mountain climbing pickaxe with both hands and raised it high, and smashed it hard on Wang Peng's head with the force of cracking the mountain.

clang!

There was a loud noise of gold and iron fighting.

The mountaineering pickaxe penetrated directly from Wang Peng's forehead and penetrated from behind his head.

Cheng An only felt that he had hit a huge rock, and he was shocked to retreat for several meters before he staggered and stood firm.

This time he exerted too much force, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding, his wrists were trembling constantly, making him grin.

"Forehead?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Wang Peng's horror and horror face. His eyes that were almost without Tong Ren gathered up and looked at the hiking pickaxe that was "long" on his head in a funny way.

Everything happened so quickly just now that he only realized what had happened.

"Haha...haha! Haha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

He laughed exaggeratedly, put one hand on his hips and pointed the other at Cheng An, laughing so hard that he leaned back and forth.

"For so many years, I never thought that it was you, and you were the most surprising!"

Wang Peng pulled out the climbing pick that was inserted into his head and threw it on the ground. His whole body continued to shake, and suddenly began to sing loudly:

"Shan Gong! Shan Gong!

"Come on! Listen!

"Let's scream!

"You dare to think about it!

"Shan Gong! Shan Gong! Let's swallow it!
To be continued...