Chapter 53: Death is where there is no burial

Chu Huan cleaned up the iron frame and the plate. He did n’t say anything redundant, but just silently washed his hands, and nodded lightly to Nanshan: "OK, rest, let me go."
His attitude was too calm, as if he had just come to the door casually, and patted his and turned his head away.
Nanshan suddenly couldn't resist, until Chu Huan's shadow was no longer visible, and he didn't respond.
Chu Huan was lazy before, and was full and dark all day long, but that didn't mean he wouldn't think about people, but there was no one to ask him to think about. The rusty speculative heart has a new place to use.
He was worried that Nanshan had a fever, and he did n’t dare to stay together overnight. During this period, Chu Huan had nothing to do except washing the shabu-shabu. Calculating his rough road.
Chu Huan ’s thoughts are relatively clear. People like Nanshan who are exceptionally determined, but everything he decides has some
rock-free
decisions. If someone opposes once, Nanshan will probably renew his determination once again. , I am afraid that his idea is really indestructible.
It would be better to lay him in the sun first, and use cold and hot to match with the desire to escape, and leave enough space for the stubborn patriarch to let him think.
Of course, the most important thing right now is to collect as much information as possible. In case he really does n’t play well and accidentally dies in the fall, no matter how many strategies are used.
Chu Huan picked up the barbecue rack and planned to go up the mountain to find an elder, but he met Yuan Ping halfway.
"Hey, who, follow me, our patriarch asked me to find ..." Yuan Ping's words suddenly stopped suddenly, his eyes met the barbecue grill in Chu Huan's hand, and his eyes were straight, and he immediately took the business Forgot a clean, "Fuck, what is this?"
Chu Huan's eyelids lie without blinking: "The sundries made by myself."
Yuan Ping was very angry: "Fart! The oil has not been cleaned yet!"
Chu Huan pretended not to hear, the old was asking, "Your patriarch looking for me? Where is he?"
Yuan Ping looked at him faintly: "The one who eats alone dies."
Chu Huan: "On the holy spring side or on the mountain gate?"
Yuan Ping: "Lone eaters end up lonely."
Chu Huan stopped and bathed in Yuan Ping ’s resentful eyes, and finally, Yuan Ping ’s surviving intellect came up with difficulty, and he reluctantly showed Chu Huan the way:
Shanmen The first level. "
Chu Huan turned around and walked vigorously, so Yuan Ping chased behind him reluctantly, buzzing in his mouth like a mantra: "Anyone who eats a single food will have retribution."
Chu Huan hummed from his nose, Yuan Ping twitched, and blurted out, "Beware of eating only food, beware of being killed in your life!"
Chu Huan: "..."
In this way, he led Yuan Ping, who was covered by a dark cloud, to the first level of the most forward of the mountain gate. Ruger was already waiting there, and the goat-faced elder of the mountain guard was also there.
Chu Huan was about to step forward and suddenly heard a "hiss" sound coming from above his head. As soon as he looked up, he almost came close to a snake head with a big fist.
Rao is Chu Huan who is not afraid of snakes, and he can't help but step back half a step-the snake has arms so thick that it climbs softly on the mountain rock and hangs down like a rope.
Such a large viper is rare, and the next moment, the viper shook his head and shook his head together, shamelessly put its triangular head on Chu Huan's shoulder, and rubbed it intimately.
... It seems that such a cheap viper is rare.
Chu Huan realized something familiar. He reached out and took the snake in his hand and carefully looked at it for a moment. After reading all the patterns of it from beginning to end, he dared to conclude that this was the one he had Had praised the delicate little viper.
This growth rate is really amazing, Chu Huan couldn't help but ask: "Did you eat fertilizer while I was away?"
When he left, the little viper still had only thick fingers and could quietly burrow into his sleeve, and there was only a small ball in the coil, which could be used as a bracelet. Who knows that in a blink of an eye, it actually Already running in the direction of the behemoth is out of control!
The little viper didn't realize that his tonnage was different now, and still tried to wrap it around Chu Huan's wrist. As a result, he tragically found that there was no place to put his Wei'an body. Chu Huan's waist grievously put his head on his shoulder.
The little viper expressed his dissatisfaction "sizzle", and the tip of the tail flexed flexibly around his waist.
Upon seeing the snake, Yuan Ping, resembling a repeater, immediately closed his mouth and carefully distanced himself from Chu Huan.
The first level of the mountain gate is high and precipitous. The hunting mountain wind blows human hair up and down. Chu Huan walked up. I saw here that I could see the whole mountain range. It is a natural and excellent sentry.
Ruger touched the snake's head and gave it a hand to let the snake swim on himself, and he didn't have a courtesy with Chu Huan. He said straight away: "I heard Yuan Ping say, you plan to fall to the ground."
Chu Huan nodded happily: "Well."
The goat-faced elder sneered next to him: "I think you are going to die."
Chu Huan glanced at him generously, swallowing the three words "Old Stupid Man" into his stomach with a smile, but didn't spit it out.
After a pause, Ruger looked at Chu Huan seriously for the first time and asked, "Does Nanshan know this?"
"I don't know, I don't intend to let him know."
Ruger seemed a little surprised.
He had never liked foreigners. Although the incident had passed for a long time, he remembered the foreign men who were recruited by the predecessor of the Shoushan people.
But ... his eyes swept Chu Huan's eyes, thinking to himself: "Nanshan may be better than his grandma's?"
Ruger pointed to the small stone table at the first level and a circle of low stone stools: "Sit."
Several people sat down around the round table, only Yuan Ping stood far away, staring at the snake on Ruger's body without blinking, and his face was bluish.
Ruger, a reptile fan, probably cannot imagine that there are people in the world who are afraid of snakes. He unknowingly greeted, "Yuan Ping, why can't you come?"
Yuan Ping heard the words and, with Chu Huan's gaze, glanced at their patriarch with a scalp, and then found the corner furthest away from Ruger together, shrinking himself into a ball.
The elder knocked on Chu Huan's thigh with a cane, motioned him to make a place, and then sat down. He saw that he slowly pulled out a few strange-shaped pieces of wood from the dirty bellyband, and visually inspected the diameter. About five centimeters, with different patterns engraved on it, it is probably some kind of text.
Chu Huan glanced at the probe curiously, and did not reach out hurriedly-he concluded that this was probably a divination tool.
The elder bent over and took out a huge thing like a tree root from under the stone table. It was also very old. There was a thick layer of pulp on the outside. The shape of the "tree root" was very tortuous. The middle is empty. There are several round mouths on the top, which are long and narrow. It seems that there are several pipes inserted. Every "pipe mouth" has a small bell hanging from it, and I don't know what it is.
The elders put the written wood chips one by one into the long tube and gathered their eyes.
Do n’t look like he looks so skinny that he ’s just about to die, but his strength is not small. The elder raised the hands of the
root carving
with little effort and raised it all over his head. .
Chu Huan stared at the old goat with a stunned expression. At first, he only felt funny, but slowly, Chu Huan felt that the walnuts hanging on his chest seemed to have some kind of mysterious resonance with the other party's dance steps. But it just felt—the elder's dance step by step and the frequency of his heartbeat.
Chu Huan was startled only after hearing the elders scream, and then he recovered.
Yuan Ping carefully reached out to the carving, and the Qingxiu snake, which had grown into a viper, spit out the letter and slowly swam down Ruger's arm, drilling straight from the elongated opening in the "root carving" Upon entering, the bell was struck and "jingle" sounded.
What is this custom?
Chu Huan has heard of tortoise shells and Liu Yao-he said in his heart: "Does this Liyi tribe have to use snakes for divination?"
The eyes of several people were all fixed on the "root carving", listening to the occasional movement of the snake inside, but the elder closed his eyes, and there was a kind of vicissitudes on the thin cheeks. Destiny.
For a long time, there was a second bell ringing in the root carving, the bell tied at a certain port was touched, the elder opened his eyes, and saw the snake swimming out of an exit on the "root carving" with his mouth in his mouth A piece of wood.
Ruger gently pinched the snake's head: "Little Green, spit it out."
But the Qingxiu snake suddenly swayed the boneless body dexterously, freed Luger's hand, clung himself together, buried his head in it, and refused to come out.
Ruger was very surprised, but the elder said with a long tone: "Look and not look, it's the same. What's going to happen is waiting for you in front of you. Can you escape if you pretend you don't know?" An uncivilized stupid snake! "
The little viper did n’t know if he understood it, anyway, the elder said that, he was entangled with himself for a while, and finally slowly raised his head, swam to Chu Huan, opened his mouth to hold the piece of wood in his mouth Spit in front of Chu Huan.
Chu Huan took it and opened it, and saw a weird figure engraved on the back of the wood chip. There were some charms of ancient Chinese hieroglyphs. He suspected that this was the real script of the Shoushan people and turned to the elders and asked, "What is this?"
The elder glanced for a moment, but didn't speak for a moment.
Ruger explained next to him: "It means 'dead'."
With a few words, several people were silent.
Yuan Ping even forgot his fear of snakes for a moment, and moved a little forward, asking: "Patriarch, what does it mean to die?"
The elder's cheek twitched a few times, as if he couldn't understand why there was such a stupid goalkeeper. He couldn't even understand such straightforward words. He stretched out his cane and knocked on Yuan Ping's leg. He said coldly: "What does 'dead place' mean? A dead place is a place where there is no burial, where people never go back!"
Yuan Ping frowned, glancing at Chu Huan, and hesitated.
Chu Huan reached out and caught the wood chip in his palm for a moment, and then smiled: "It makes sense, is it not a dead place to fall? Can I keep this brand?"
The elder was getting a little more serious and asked Chu Huan: "Knowing this result, are you still going?"
Chu Huan laughed and said nothing, the meaning was self-evident.
Here, the elder and the gatekeeper Patriarch Luge did not persuade Chu Huan's position. The only thing he could say was Yuan Ping. However, after he and Chu Huan had been fighting for so many years, they really knew him too well. With Huan's smile on his face, Yuan Ping knew that what he said was a waste of speech.
He didn't waste his tongue in the end, but just leaned back heavily, thinking: "This kid is king and bastard, and he is very determined."
In this way, Chu Huan and his patriarch of the Shoushan were really a natural match. Suddenly Yuan Ping sighed a bit, but didn't expect Chu Huan to be so open-minded.
The elder pondered for a moment: "Even if you are going, you can't avoid Nanshan's eyes and ears."
Regarding this, Chu Huan had thought about it for a long time. He said: "This is easy to handle, won't your mountain gate turn back again? When you hold him for me, I will be able to stay here."
The elder blows his beard and glares at him: "Fool!"
Ruger sighed and explained in a deep voice: "Not so simple-do you know why the holy mountain is called holy mountain, and why does the mountain gate automatically reverse twice a year?"
Chu Huan has long thought about this issue.
The living environment here is extremely bad. With Nanshan's temper, he can't safely throw the gatekeepers here at a fixed time every year and turn to the other side to live a stable life.
So that is to say, the mountain gate must have some irresistible constraints for the mountain guards, just like the mountain guards ca n’t leave the settlement too far after crossing the river. This unknown factor will restrict their arrival at that moment. At this time, you have to pass through the mountain gate.
"Because of 'angry'," the elder said, "when the mountain gate is reversed, our tribe must turn back with the mountain gate to the other end of the mountain gate. Here, this is why only the blood of the mountain guardians can communicate with the holy spring. Our mountain guardians themselves are the bridge that connects life and death, so when the mountain gate is inverted, no matter where we are, we will be sent back. "
If the sinkhole is likened to contaminated waters, then only this mountain has a mouth leading to other worlds, and fresh spring water will flow in continuously.
Chu Huan did not know so: "What does that have to do with me?"
The elder's hawk claw-like thin hands clasped Chu Huan's shoulders, and his eyes stared sharply at him: "Boy, you haven't shown any signs of 'freezing' so far, you still believe that you were just being Is it as simple as taking a bite and drinking two more blood? If I guess well, no matter what form you have, there must be blood from the guardian. "
Speaking of which, Chu Huan hadn't spoken yet, but Yuan Ping called out first: "Is this even more impossible? I watched him grow up so big, he also wrote the national 'Han' on his ID. "
After he finished talking, he realized that Chu Huan was thoughtful and didn't talk.
Yuan Ping suddenly froze. He looked at this and then that. He asked with some uncertainty: "No ... won't it be true?"
"I really don't know this," Chu Huan explained in a low voice. "Actually, I'm not born of Chu Patriotic."
"But the blood of the guardian on your body is either very small, or something else happened." The elder said, looking at Chu Huan critically.
Chu Huan's physical quality is far worse than that of the mountain guard. Not only is it reflected in the speed of wound healing, it can be seen with the naked eye-although he thinks that he has a good figure, he is far less strong and full of vitality than the mountain guard.
The most important thing is that the side of his mountain gate does not seem to be bound by any boundary.
Elder: "At that time, do you know if you will be forced away by the mountain gate?"
Chu Huan said nothing.
The elder thought for a while and said: "If you are going to fall to the ground, I plan to make the blood exchange for you. Nanshan has always been partial to you anyway, and I will definitely not disagree."
He finished speaking and glanced at Ruger: "Patriarch Ruger, do you have any comments?"
Of course Ruger had no opinion. The three men and six eyes looked at Chu Huan together.
Chu Huan just wanted to speak, and suddenly, there was an unreasonable thought in his heart-no.
why not?
After Chu Huan's meal, he was loyal to reason, and he could not think of any reason for refusal, so he could only conclude that this was by no means his own idea.
Chu Huan didn't answer. He lowered his head and held the small walnut hanging on his chest. I wonder if it was his illusion. He felt that the walnut was slightly warm again.
Chu Huan: "No ..."
The elder was taken aback, but he didn't expect Chu Huan to look like a dog, and there was a pit in his head!
Even Ruger raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Chu Huan picked the walnuts and threw them to the elders: "This is what your holy thing says-elders, what is this thing you gave me?"