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  I have lived in Hongcun for twenty years, my parents have lived here for over forty years, and my great-grandfather has been living in Hongcun since the end of the Qing Dynasty. There are hundreds of households here, and nearly a hundred years of wind and rain have passed, but I have never heard that there is someone living on the top of Lion's Peak, nor have I ever seen that there are still twinkling lights here.

  Those houses were all built with huge stone slabs, some had two rooms, some had three, and the largest ones even had two floors. Roughly counting, there were no less than twenty households on this mountain top, how could the people of Hong Village not know about it?

  "Second Stupid, go take a look?" I thought, his skills were the best among us, even if there was danger he would definitely be able to get out unscathed.

  Zha Wenbin gave Ye Qiu a glance, and it seemed that he was on the same page as me. Ye Qiu nodded slightly, turned around with the Frost Moon Bow in hand, and crouched down to move forward stealthily. His speed was extremely fast, and his half-crouching body was like a ghost, passing through the open area in front of us. We were not far apart, and we could clearly see each other's movements. My gun muzzle was also moving, and if there was any danger, I would shoot without hesitation.

  Ye Qiu quickly arrived at the house closest to us, where all the houses had no doors or windows. He stuck to the wall like a thief and peeked inside through the window twice, his speed in retracting his head was even faster than a turtle's, it was obvious he was an old hand.

  "I sighed: 'Damn, this is really professional, this kid must have been a thief before.' 'Shut up!' Cha Wenbin stopped my sigh and also observed the movement here, asking me: 'Have you heard about the situation here before?'"

  "No, I think if anyone knew, my dad would have told us. In the past they also came to Lion Mountain for activities like cutting trees, hunting and picking herbs, but no one has ever come up here."

  "No way." Old Gu turned around and said to me, "Xia younger brother, do you think the villagers who rely on the mountain for food will give up these resources? Hong Village is not a place with rich land, it doesn't make sense that people wouldn't come here to seek a living."

  I felt a bit uncomfortable when I heard this, and it wasn't good to lose my temper in front of Xiao Bai, so I just said: "Does Mr. Gu mean that my father didn't tell the truth? I've grown up in these mountains since I was a child, but I've never seen anyone come down from the mountain, let alone lights and fires here."

  "You misunderstood," said Mr. Gu. "Hongcun has a history of over 100 years, and your father knows nothing about the first 50 years. What if our ancestors deliberately concealed this place or misled people not to come here? There's a Chinese idiom called 'three men make a tiger', similarly, for this place, if half of the people say it's not allowed to go, then the other half will naturally not go either, even if those who said so haven't been there themselves."

  I thought what he said made sense: "This is easy to handle, just ask an older person later, and besides, this forest is so difficult to walk in, who would be willing to climb up?"

  "Go!" Cha Wenbin patted me and I looked up to see Ye Qiu signaling from over there that it was safe.

  Ye Qiu said to Cha Wenbin standing outside: "There is no one inside, there is an oil lamp in the house, you go and take a look."

  "Huh?" Zhang Wenbin hesitated for a moment as he stepped across the threshold, then went inside. I stood guard outside, this godforsaken place, I didn't believe anyone would still be lighting oil lamps.

  After entering the house, Cha Wenbin lightly touched the edge of the oil bowl with his finger and said: "The bowl is still cool, the lamp has not been lit for a long time, it seems that this was prepared for us."

  Yuan Xiaobai chuckled and said, "Do you think someone would be so kind? Is he sitting on the mountain top watching us climb all day and getting tired, especially finding a place for you to stay? Who knows, maybe he's even prepared a pot of rice for you!" As she spoke, she walked towards the stove in the house. Just as she turned around, she let out a surprised cry: "There's steam coming from the pot!"

  She was so scared that she didn't dare to lift the lid, but instead took two steps back. I heard the noise inside and also climbed in through the window, shouting: "Everyone retreat, let me handle it!"

  As soon as I finished shouting, the air suddenly solidified. I thought something was a bit off, turned around and saw that those guys had all retreated several meters away from me! This is really regrettable. I could only stiffen my scalp and move forward, holding the 81 rifle in one hand and trembling to grab the pot lid with the other, thinking in my heart: if you make any sudden movements, I'll give you a shot.

  The moment I opened the lid, I suddenly felt hungry. Why? A wave of fragrance wafted over, and after the steam had dissipated a bit, I looked up and said: "Which immortal elder took pity on us and prepared this old hen for us?"

  That's right, in the pot there was a rattan steamer basket, on the basket there was a large earthen pot, in the pot there was an old hen, and the chicken soup was still emitting hot air, the water in the pot could be heard making "gurgling" bubbles. To tell the truth, I had been starving for a whole day, wind and rain, I really couldn't bear it, stretched out my hand to grab a piece to eat, when suddenly Zhang Wenbin shouted from behind: "Don't move!"

  "What's wrong with this chicken, it's cooked!"

  He quickly walked over and pulled me away: "Do you think anyone will give you braised chicken to eat in this place? Do you think so! I'm really fed up with living!"

  I stood there for a moment, thinking, yeah, who would be stewing chicken on this mountain? Cha Wenbin pulled me away and quickly walked towards the stove. There were still some embers in the stove, probably from the wood that had not been fully burned off. The fire had only been extinguished for about ten minutes. There was also a water vat in the room, which Cha Wenbin opened. The water inside was full, and next to the stove was a dining table. He wiped it with his hand, and there was no dust on the table. Everything here looked like a normal farmhouse scene, as if the mistress of the house had been preparing dinner ten minutes ago, waiting for her husband to come back from work.

  In another room, there was a wooden bed, very primitive, with some dry grass underneath and the quilt on top was made of hemp. On the floor, several clothes were scattered around, also made of hemp, but in a completely different style, with a kind of cross-closure, somewhat like the shape of Hanfu. After we had walked around this room for a while, everyone retreated very consciously, and as soon as they came out, they ran like they were released from prison. Why? Just because of Mr. Gu's words, he picked up a jar in the room and said: "This thing looks like it has some age, at least it is 2 to 3 thousand years old, a folk kiln firing."

  Everyone is intelligent, this sentence means that it's unnecessary to say what those coarse and ancient household items, the oil lamp, everything here doesn't belong to modern civilization. The whole house didn't have any plastic products or modern industrial products, Yuan Xiaobai finally said a suitable sentence: "I feel like we suddenly crossed over into ancient times, walking into that room feels like going back several thousand years."

  Time travel? The starry sky outside, the vast expanse of the universe, wouldn't change just because I climbed a mountain and suddenly find myself three thousand years ago. That's too far-fetched. But everything in this house is from that time period, how can you expect me to believe it?

  Cha Wenbin saw that Ye Qiu's face was somewhat unnatural, Ye Qiu usually only had a cold expression, but tonight there was a hint of worry between his two eyebrows.

  "Anything unusual?"

  Ye Qiu grabbed a handful of soil and sniffed it, saying: "No, but very familiar."

  "What's familiar?" I asked.

  He put down the soil in his hand and stood up, saying: "Everything here, my intuition tells me that I have been here before. There is a well behind the third house on the right."

  To verify his intuition, we had to go and take a look. When we arrived at the place following Ye Qiu's guidance, I suddenly felt dizzy and saw that it was indeed an eight-sided well. The water in the well wasn't deep, and with the help of a flashlight, you could see the bottom. I looked at him, and from his eyes, I even read a hint of fear - he was afraid...

  What's wrong? Suddenly, Ye Qiu jumped out and his speed was extremely fast, to the point where my flashlight couldn't keep up with his footsteps. In just a few strides, Ye Qiu disappeared into the night, leaving the four of us at a loss.

  "Go!" Zhang Wenbin only said this word and also followed out. Gu Qinghe was older, Xiaobai was a woman, I looked at Zhang Wenbin sprinting in front of me, but was afraid that the two of them would get into trouble behind me, so I slowed down my pace and walked in the direction they were running.

  "They're crazy, both of them are crazy!" I said to Yuan Xiaobai while supporting the panting Old Gu: "Tomorrow morning we'll head down the mountain. What kind of godforsaken place is this? And those two people, they come and go as they please, treating us like dirt!"

  Gu Qing took a deep breath and said with an empty tone: "Xia younger brother, don't you think this place is quite interesting?"

  "Is it interesting?" I think this old man is probably also muddle-headed: "Got it, you guys go and play, I've decided not to play anymore. Staying at home is good, not sleeping, running here again and again to make trouble with ghosts, Old Professor, your capitalist theory can't educate these proletarian ghost spirits."

  I was annoyed when Yuan Xiaobai shouted: "Xiaoyi, look quickly, there! They are over there!"

  I raised my eyes and looked up. Those two were standing at the top of the hill, one in front of the other, but neither of them was looking at us, instead they were both lowering their heads.

  "Hey!" I shouted: "Did you find anything?"

  But Cha Wenbin and Ye Qiu seemed to have not heard my voice. These two, I shouted again: "What are you doing? Is there treasure over there?"

  After this sound, Cha Wenbin reacted. He looked up and glanced around, then bowed his head and stretched out his hand.

  What are these two people doing?! I'm only 30-40 meters away from them, and it's clear as day. He seems to be pulling something, and before long, I see someone stretching out their hand, and Cha Wenbin pulls him up with one swift motion, then pats his arm while laughing.

  "Hmm! No, this guy looks so familiar, and he's even carrying a Type 56 assault rifle on his back!"

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