The fat driver took a deep breath and said, "Actually, you are not the first person to come to Bu Lao Village. When I was very young, many people from other places came here to see me, but they all returned disappointed! Legends are legends, but there is actually no Bu Lao Village at all. If there is really such a place, wouldn't all 1.3 billion people in China squeeze in? From ancient times to the present, what are Qin Shihuang and Emperor Taizong of Tang, who don't want to live forever?"

"In fact, the so-called Bu Lao Village is a small village on the east side of Qiuchi County! It is surrounded by mountains and is very closed. The villagers rarely interact with the outside. Because the young people in the village go out to work and live in older people, we call it Bu Lao Village, but it has nothing to do with immortality." The fat driver said.

Uncle Niu's eyes lit up after hearing this.

Seeing this, the fat driver continued, "Many people want to go to Bu Lao Village to find Bu Lao Demon Spring, but they all went for nothing. Because the mountain roads there are difficult to walk, people often fall and die, and gradually no one goes..."

Before he could finish his words, the thin woman yelled heart-wrenchingly downstairs: "Don't you go downstairs to sleep, are you dead?"

The fat man hurriedly touched his nose after hearing this: "Anyway, that old village is a pit. You can rest in my house for one night. Go and do whatever you should do tomorrow, and don't jump into the trap anymore." After that, he went downstairs in shame.

I looked at Uncle Niu and asked, "What do you think?"

"I still have to go!" Uncle Niu was simply a stubborn person. The truth that he had decided would not turn: "I came here from thousands of miles away and must go to Bulao Village to see it. That was my last hope and I, and I cannot give up."

But the fat driver also said that the mountain road leading to Bulao Village is very rugged, and if you don’t pay attention, you will fall into a cliff. It’s hard for him to walk by himself, let alone bringing a son of a tuberculosis ghost?

I thought about it and decided to go with him. Who made us a good person? Looking at the blue-black tendon vein on my wrist, I thought to myself that if I helped Uncle Niu, would it be considered accumulating good deeds? It should be considered, after all, God has the virtue of good deeds.

Early the next morning, when we were about to leave, the fat driver had already driven away, and the thin woman was still chasing the flies. He heard the sound and threw out forty yuan of change without raising his head, and he had no intention of paying attention to us.

Uncle Niu and I were ready to leave awkwardly. When we were about to go out, the thin woman suddenly reminded: "If you really want to go to Bu Lao Village, just go in from the western path. Don't walk the avenue, it's not safe."

I looked back at her a few times, and saw her continue to slap the fly again.

This couple is really interesting. They are all good people who are cold on the outside and hot on the inside. They are much better than some beasts in big cities. I smiled and thanked him, and Uncle Niu left the hotel door.

The sun is shining brightly, from Qiuchi County to the east, the road is surrounded by neat and orderly paddy fields.

Uncle Niu is a good player in the countryside and has time to tell me that due to the heavy rain, the harvest this year will definitely be bad.

We walked for two or three hours, rested countless times in the middle, and it was almost noon that we came to a dense forest, with only one mountain road leading to the depths of the forest.

Although it is the hottest time of the day, with the scorching sun in the sky, there is still a layer of lingering fog floating in the forest. It is very light at first, but it becomes thicker and thicker the more you go inside, and you can hardly see things clearly.

Years of experience in dealing with evil objects tell me that there must be something wrong with this fog. Is there really a powerful evil object nearby?

Uncle Niu obviously didn't think so. In his opinion, there was a normal fog in the deep mountains and forests. He carried the calf in his back and walked along the mountain road without thinking.

I thought about it, frowned and followed him!

The forest was particularly quiet, and there was not even the sound of birds. The surroundings were so weird that it was scary. Only the weak coughing of the calf could be heard in his ears, one after another, as if he would die at any time.

I don’t know how long I have been away, but the scenery around me has not changed much. I looked around for a week and felt that I might have lost my way, so I hurriedly called Uncle Niu.

Uncle Niu asked in a daze: "What should I do?"

I thought about it, bent down and picked up a small stone, and made a mark on the big tree by the roadside.

After walking forward for a long time, we returned to the big tree without any surprise.

Uncle Niu was obviously a little panicked: "Brother Zhang, what should I do?" Since I learned my name, Uncle Niu has always called me like this, and his tone still has a strong sense of respect.

Now it is confirmed that we are lost, and the most terrible thing is that we have been going around in circles. Not only can we find the direction to move forward, but we can't even find the way out. It seems that the two crickets trapped in a jar are spinning in place no matter how they walk!

Uncle Niu carried the calf all the way, and no matter how good his physical strength was, he couldn't stand it. He immediately put the pale calf on the ground and took out a kettle to feed him water. I sat cross-legged and analyzed calmly. We must stop immediately and no longer break freely! Otherwise, when we run out of energy and have no food and water to replenish, we will definitely be trapped in the forest.

Suddenly, I thought of the thin woman before leaving the hotel. She reminded us to walk the path when we went to Bulao Village. But along the way, we only saw one path, but we didn’t see the so-called path at all?

The calf rested for a while and his breathing became much smoother. In this strange silence, there was a sudden sound of footsteps!

I immediately stood up alertly from the ground and looked at the sound. A group of figures walked out of the thick fog. There were seven people in total, all with a little embarrassed expression. The leader was a young and strong man with bronze muscles and a huge backpack on his backpack. He looked dressed like a hiker who liked to wander around. Behind him was a sexy girl, who looked very similar to his dress and should be a couple.

Behind the two, there was a chattering short man, wearing a dirty Taoist robe and a messy bun on his head.

Then there were a few boys carrying photography equipment. At the end of the team, a girl in a white shirt was followed. Because the distance was too far, she couldn't see clearly, so she felt her long hair was floating. Coupled with the thick fog in the forest, it looked very fairy-like, which even gave me the illusion of a little dragon girl.

The seven people soon discovered us and exclaimed: "Look, there seems to be someone in front of us!"

The muscular man in the lead subconsciously pulled out a dagger and asked, "What are you doing?"

He spoke very alertly, as if he was ready to rush up to start a war at any time.

Before I could answer, the short Taoist priest jumped out: "Don't hurry and let me see."

He walked over quickly, and when I got closer, I found that he was short and fat, with a bumpy face, especially the red rosacea nose. He looked at me a few times, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth and said, "Don't worry, it seems that he is also a lost person!"

After hearing this, the team behind him breathed a sigh of relief and walked over together.
Chapter completed!