Chapter 523: Opera sound?

The peaks of Nanling Mountain are steep and the scenery is even more beautiful.
Overlooking the entire Nanling Mountain Range from the top will give people a sense of grandeur and grandeur.
Wake up in the morning, if you are on the top of Nanling Mountain, it is like being in the clouds and mist, giving you the illusion of becoming a fairy.
However, few people know that the scenery under the mountain is equally wonderful.
Only at night, this steep mountain was submerged in the mist, and only a vague outline could be seen.
Between the two peaks, there is a very wide river.
The river flows quietly, looking forward as if the line of sight is blocked by fog, the mountain peaks are too big to see the whole picture.
Except for the people who live here, the surroundings are extremely quiet, and the sound seems to be absorbed by the mountain, and even the echo is not heard.
If you are alone here, in addition to beauty, there is also a faint sense of horror.
At the ferry crossing by the river, there was a small boat parked. It was still a wooden boat and looked very old.
There was only one local man on the boat holding Artemisia, wearing a thick coat, shivering, and urged: "Sirs, hurry up, it's so late now, I have to go home soon..."
Had it not been for this group of people to act lavishly, he would never have gone to work in the middle of the night.
In addition to the famous mountain, Nanling Mountain also hides many legends and stories passed down by the local population.
Most of the stories sounded unfavorable, especially at the bottom of the river they were going to. There was no one and a little lonely during the day, let alone at night.
There is no road at all, but there is a cave in the water, which is very small.
In the past, the local government thought it was a special passage. After a few meters of it, it was a dent. There was no way, so it stopped.
But sometimes, when passing here, someone will always hear a piece of opera.
It was a woman's babbling, lingering and sad voice. It sounded good, but it always made people tremble after hearing too much. I didn't know where the voice came from.
It's just that this voice is heard occasionally, and it doesn't spread much, but it is occasionally told to tourists as an anecdote.
Anyway, there can’t be people there, and they don’t know if it is true or not.
Azu and Milota entered the ship, and Lucas followed Milo.
There are 4 people in this line, and one is a member of the spirit group.
He is a small captain, he is leading the team, and he always needs to know something.
The hull was large enough to reach the limit after five people. The boatman shook Artemisia and swayed the boat away.
The people on the shore watched the boat slowly rowing towards the center of the lake. In just two minutes, the boat concealed in the house without even the light coming out, as if it had never appeared before.
Some people are a little confused: "Did we have such a heavy fog when we came during the day?"
Others shook their heads: "I didn't pay much attention, Nanling Mountain seems to be foggy all the time..."
That's how it was said, it turned out to be pretty crass at night.
They still remembered how many people were driving their mobile phone flashlights when they entered, and they couldn't see clearly when they were blocked by the fog.
"Langjun~"
Suddenly, I didn't know that a sad and lingering opera female voice came into Gu Yizhou's ears.
He shivered directly, and looked around subconsciously: "Which one of you is watching opera?"
The people in the spirit group all stared at him, and the colleague next to him said: "When I came here, I said that I can't look at the mobile phone for the task. Who is watching opera and is crazy?"