.We wanted to help Suoshan Agui didn't agree to us at first and followed us. :;   Agui's youngest daughter named Yuncai Agui and asked his daughter to follow us. The villagers gathered about twenty people, holding torches and flashlights, and took the hunting dogs to the buffalo gouges.

The mountain road was pitch black all around us, and we shouted while letting the hunting dogs smell their clothes.

The forest farms here have been cut down once and the road ahead is not difficult to walk, but it is rainy here and there are many water puddles on the mountain. It is difficult to walk until we walk until Baolin District. However, these mountain people are all hunters, and it is not difficult to walk at all. For us, such a mountain road is like a walk compared to Tumto. The group walked towards the depths of the mountains.

As I walked, I asked what was going on in the Yuncai Shui Buffalo Gou area if there was any danger to my dad?

Yuncai turned around and said, "There is the boundary line between Dabaolin District and the Forest Forest Area of ​​our village, Yangjiao Mountain is in Dabaolin District, Zhoudu Mountain is in the middle of the Forest Area of ​​Hunting District. There is the deep mountains and old forest behind Yangjiao Mountain. People in the forest farm have set up signs at the mountain pass and told us not to go in, so except for the old hunters in the past, we usually don't go to the forest behind Yangjiao Mountain. I have never heard of anyone entering."

Agui said behind me: "The only one who is most familiar with Yangjiao Mountain in the village is probably the only father Panma. The forest behind is said to have only the foot merchants of Guyue who dared to walk in ancient times. In order to evade tariffs, Vietnamese jade people walked over from the forest for a month to sell jade. I wonder how many people were covered in the depths of these mountains."

Jade trading is the most profitable, cruel and mysterious commercial trade between the ancient Sino-Vietnam border. I have heard that the tragic struggle between Vietnam and the Myanmar Jade Gang was extremely poor overnight and became rich overnight. Here we are so ordinary that we can no longer be normal. Under the huge profit of trying ten thousand yuan, human nature has no place to live.

Agui said that this place is not far from the most popular place for jade transactions, from Banai to Guangxi, jade merchants and some bosses in Guangdong, are the hardest group of jade people, so they are also very fierce. Especially during the Qing Dynasty, Vietnamese half-bureaucrats came over in batches, which was a local disaster.

I thought to myself that if this is the case, if the remains of the Vietnamese jade people could be found in the forest, the jadeites they brought might be found. The jadeites are very rare these days, and the price is ridiculously high. The jadeites were much more textured than now. If one or two pieces of good ones were found, it would be more valuable than any other artifact. But then I thought that the Vietnamese jadeites were more precious than their lives, and now it would be very unjust to intercept them like this. This is different from tomb robbing, and I am afraid that it will bring ominous things.

We walked into the ditch in the middle of the night and saw the blood-clothed man pointing to a tree and said that the clothes were seen on the tree. He first saw blood sticking to the trunk and looked up to see the clothes. At first, he thought it was a night owl bitten to death by a wild cat and then later he found it.

The flashlight shone on the tree, such a copper-skinned flashlight had no lighting ability, but it was confirmed that there was nothing else on it. It was obvious that Dad Panma climbed up the tree and left his bloody clothes.

My father is almost eighty years old. Although he was a master in climbing trees before, it is impossible to climb onto the trees for no reason. Obviously, he encountered some danger. I asked Yuncai what kind of beasts are there? Yuncai said that a long time ago, I heard of a tiger. Now the most powerful thing in the mountains may be a leopard.

When I heard this, I thought that the tiger is definitely gone now. Leopards are good at climbing trees. If they are really leopards, it will be troublesome. And the leopard has the habit of hanging food on the tree to hide it. Maybe my father has already died.

However, A Cai said that the leopards are not deep enough in the mountains. The probability of meeting leopards is too small. Why didn’t my dad bring his gun to such a deep mountain?

I remembered the plot of Xiaobing Gazi hiding the captured pistol in the bird's nest. I thought, did Dad Panma also learn this trick, but there was no bird's nest on the tree.

We searched around the tree for a moment without any gains, so we could only barely see some blood stains in several directions. The dogs we brought came in handy. The hunters all brought guns and bullets and loaded them with their troops and divided into several ways to find me to follow Agui all the way to Yangjiao Mountain.

The Buffalo Gou is very long and deep. No one has walked to the end. The middle section of the ditch is the mountain pass where Yangjiao Mountain and Zhoudu Mountain are connected. It shows a tropical forest momentum and the feeling of Tumto is very similar to that of a Tumto. I feel very uncomfortable. I always hear "cucking" sounds and then sweat in a cold sweat, but I have no choice but to come by myself, so I have to follow it with my teeth.

The mountain dog was quite fierce and stood taller than me. Although they were all mutants, they were well-trained and quickly smelled the smell, leading us all the way to the depths of the valley.

The road was speechless. The crescent moon was on the head. The dog seemed to find the target. We stopped near the pass of Yangjiao Mountain. It was a slope on the mountainside. Because of the mudslide, the trees were sparse and the slope was very steep and the soil was so slippery and soft like a snow layer. We used branches as crutches to maintain balance. From time to time, we stepped on the wrong place and the whole mud slid down all the way.

The hunting dogs pulled us half-climbed to a tree with difficulty and stopped wandering but barked at a large grass behind the tree.

Yuncai was a little scared and my heart was also suffocated. If my father met a leopard, the things in the grass might be terrible.

Agui stepped forward and used the branches to push the grass and shone the flashlight. He found that there was no corpse inside. Only a big stone was seen. After we passed, we found that it was a piece of a long-standing stone tablet. Over the years, the traces of wind and rain were obviously worn out.

Agui and his friends pushed away the weeds around their waists and looked for a hunter suddenly yelled and said, "The man was shorter."

We rushed over and pulled him to hold him up, and saw a mud pit hidden in the grass. It seemed that there was mud in the pit washed out by rain. When we looked at the bottom of the pit, we looked at the oil bottle and I looked at each other and my heart was stuttering. In the pit, we could see a few pieces of rotten wood wrapped in the mud. Looking at the shape, I was basically sure that it was a broken coffin.

This is a simple ancient tomb that was washed out.
Chapter completed!