The train was seriously overloaded.
There were so many people in the carriage aisles that some people were lying on the luggage racks.
The air was turbid.
They had to stop at every station.
They had to change the front of the train and add water.
It was dark outside and the night was deep.
I didn’t know where it was stopping.
Which station did I go to?
Da Yandieer and Cheeky were both beside me.
They each put their backpacks under their feet, and the other held his head in his hands.
The bag was leaning against the car window, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the other one was lying on the table, snoring like a thunderous sound, and was sleeping like crazy.
I woke up with a start, and found a few blood stains on the back of my hands.
I was horrified beyond words, and the nightmares were getting worse every time.
Really, I think of the twisted face of the Khitan female corpse under the golden cover.
It must have been frightened to death by a thousand-year nightmare.
I don’t want to end up like that.
However, how could the female corpses of the Liao Kingdom dream about the jade coffins and gold figurines in the Xiong'er Mountain Ancient Tomb and the dead people with disembowelment?
If they were really in the underground palace of the Xiong'er Mountain Ancient Tomb, wouldn't we encounter corpses when we went to Western Henan to rob tombs?
I can't figure out any of the many doubts, but according to the content in the murals, the corpse transformation occurred in the ancient cemetery palace when the black dog ate the moon, that is, during the total lunar eclipse.
I heard that it will not happen in the near future.
With that kind of celestial phenomenon, there’s nothing to worry about.
Soon, the train started moving slowly, and most of the passengers in the carriage were sleeping and dozing.
I felt restless and couldn't fall asleep.
I had been sitting on the seat for too long, and my legs and feet were numb, so I squeezed outside and went to two seats.
I took a breather between cars.
I sat in the cheapest hard-seat car, No. 9.
Car No. 10 was the dining car.
Cars from No. 11 onwards were the high-end soft-sleeper cars.
They were much more relaxed there.
Even if you have money, you might not be able to buy a ticket.
I often ride in them.
Train, what do you know?
What a quiet place.
I walked through the dining car and arrived between the two carriages No. 10 and No. 11.
The place was windy and airy, and there were no people.
I listened to the clanging sound of the train and passed the time by smoking and watching. arrive There was a fellow next to me, in his thirties, not tall, with an unshaven beard, a pockmarked face, and two pointy ears that grew upward.
He was sitting on the luggage bag, looking straight at me, and I handed him a cigarette.
He, the fellow, took over and said repeatedly Thanks, it turned out that he had finished all his cigarettes, and the things on the train were expensive, so he was reluctant to buy them.
He was having a hard time at night, so he immediately struck a match and lit the cigarette, closed his eyes and took two strong puffs, and the two of us puffed away.
One after another Smoking all over the place and chatting all over the world, this man is quite eloquent.
I learned that his nickname is Ma Lv.
He is from Laojieling in western Henan.
The straight-line distance between Laojieling and Xiong'er Mountain is not that far, so I happened to Ask him about things over there.
I heard from Ma Lu that the area around Xiong'er Mountain's Cao Xie Ridge is sparsely populated, with steep mountains and dense vegetation, where birds and animals roam.
There are many kinds of fish in the water.
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It is surrounded by mountains, has deep ravines and canyons where clouds and mist gather, and it often rains continuously.
It rarely gets sunny once every ten days and a half, and I am as shy as a girl in the mountains.
When the weather is good, you can see turtles as big as millstones, drying their shells on rocks by the river, and mice weighing three to five kilograms.
Not unusual, but There are pythons that are several feet long, which are really scary.
The elderly mountain people think that those are virtuous, and no one dares to touch them.
Jilong Mountain has dense forests and complex terrain.
Qianma Mountain is the most dangerous, it is an ancient battlefield, and straw sandals There are many caves in the ridge, and there is one cave It's called Huangchao Cave.
It's a dry cave that had no water before liberation.
It's also called Fish Crying Cave.
It's very deep inside.
According to legend, when Huangchao revolted and was defeated, he had no way to escape.
He met an old man in the mountains.
This old man Take Huang Chao to hide in the cave.
Last time Dayandieer and I went to Tongtian Ridge.
Although it is also the Funiu Mountains, the stretching mountains are too big.
Tongtian Ridge is to the north of Funiu Mountain, and Caoxie Ridge is to the south of Xiong'er Mountain.
The landforms are quite different, like Huangchao There are many caves in karst landforms, either large or Small, dry caves or water caves are not uncommon in western Henan.
There are at least three or five caves named Huangchao.
The legends are mostly echoed by later generations.
There is nothing to listen to.
I just Ask Ma Lu about the topography and landforms, especially the details of Xiandun Lake.
Ma Lu told me that Xiandun Lake in Cao Xie Ridge is surrounded by mountains on three sides from the northwest to the east.
It is blocked by peaks and ridges and has no way to pass.
The lake is much shallower than before liberation.
The south side is a large reed wetland.
That place is called Rooster Crying, but there are no roads.
Pheasants, the water in the lake swells in summer and autumn, and there are a lot of wild ducks at that time.
The donkeys are so big.
They have never really entered Xiandun Lake.
It is said that the place is very evil.
I don’t know.
Is there a ghost in the lake or something?
For example, when the weather was fine, a heavy fog would immediately rise at the slightest sound.
Most of the people who entered the lake would never return.
Ma Lu only followed his father when he was a teenager.
We went to the Chicken Crying Pond to hunt wild ducks.
It was a sunny day, but suddenly there was a heavy rain.
The father and his son were worried about encountering a flash flood and did not dare to hunt wild ducks again, so they escaped in a hurry.
I was secretly amazed and asked Ma Lu: "The name of Xiandun Lake is very strange.
Is there really a Xiandun in the lake?"
Ma Lu said: "There is Xiandun, my father's father's father has seen it with his own eyes."
As soon as I heard this, I was right and asked: "What's going on?"
Ma Lu said: "Brother, please give me another cigarette and listen to me tell you about this Xiandun
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