Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Has your father never returned home after entering Yinshan?" Guan Yi asked.

"It should be, because I have never seen him at home, and grandma never mentioned him again. If he comes back, grandma should tell me." Ding Mu recalled the past and confirmed that he had never seen Ding Shen again. .

Guan Yi nodded, indicating that he understood.

What Ding Shen wants to do is equivalent to breaking the cake of almost everyone who enters the mountain—not only those who enter the mountain to seek a living, but the interests of almost all those who rely on the Yinshan road to make money will be implicated.Families that have made a fortune for a long time can still find a way out if they cut off this way, but those lone wolves who only have this ability to eat can find no way out that can be so lucrative.

Cutting off people’s wealth is like killing their parents. If Ding Shen really just went to Yinshan to find a way to close Yinshan, no matter whether he can find it or not, as long as he reveals a little bit of his true intention, he will Becoming a thorn in the side of others, his mother and son who stayed outside the mountain will definitely become the target of public criticism.

But Ding Mu is still fine now.

I don't know if it's because of the space or other reasons. Grandma Ding's notes didn't mention Ding Shen's arrangements before entering the mountain in detail.

It's just that Ding Mu should be an ordinary person and live his life in an ordinary and stable way.

But the unique involvement of the descendants of the gold diggers is destined to make this wish come to nothing.

Even if Ding Mu is not the son of Ding Shen or the descendant of a gold fisherman in this life, his special status will still involve him in matters related to that evil dragon, and there will always be something driving him to go into the mountains to find .

Guan Yi put down his notebook and recalled the few memories about Ding Shen. When he first met Ding Shen, he was too young, and he didn't know that he would have a relationship with this man's son more than ten years later. At that time, he just thought that Ding Shen came to the Guan family for help, just like those who asked for help from the Guan family, so he didn't care.

The memories stored in the brain have long been mottled and disfigured, and they can't even remember their faces clearly, no matter how hard they search, it's hard to remember.

Why can't Ding Shen keep the news well?Perhaps it is true that he has been in the mountain for many years without revealing anything, he is always vigilant, and no one knows his purpose.

Can anyone really do it?

Guan Yi cast his eyes on Ding Mu, thinking: Will Ding Shen already...

gone?

Because Ding Mu has never been able to face Ding Shen directly.

The little bits of information that leaked from the site seemed to be a thin rope that led him to move on, and he was always watching closely to ensure that he could walk on the right path.

What is the right way?Is it really necessary to enter the innermost part of the mountain?To see the tree standing at the end?

It is said that if you eat the fruit from that tree, you can live forever, but no one has really seen it, no one has really tried it, and no one has really succeeded.

It's all just hearsay and legends.

Hearing is false.

The accuracy of it is worth studying, but there are really wave after wave of people who think that this legend is not groundless, and there are such people in every generation, one after another, they send fresh blood to Yinshan.

"What did you think of?" Ding Mu watched the man's expression constantly changing, and didn't know what he thought of.

Guan Yi shook his head and said, "No."

The lighting design of this old house is unscientific. Even if it is daytime outside, the inside of the house looks dark and gloomy. He glanced at the scene outside the window and said, "I'll go and turn on the light."

Ding Mu grabbed him, pointed to the lamp on the table, and stretched out his hand to pull the cord: "There is a lamp here."

The desk lamp uses old-fashioned light bulbs, not the energy-saving lamps commonly used today. It looks warm and bright, and the room is peaceful.

"What is this?" Guan Yi saw something and it passed by in a flash. He hurriedly grabbed the young man's wrist and looked again.

Ding Mu didn't know what the man saw, he just followed the man's eyes and looked towards the corner of the wall - a strange pattern appeared in the corner of the wall, which looked like a dragon without horns, coiled and twisted oblique.

This is illuminated by the lamp from the Pixiu

This is……

"Map?" Ding Mu looked at the pattern carefully and thought something was wrong. He calmed down and opened his eyes to look carefully. There was a small print on it, combined with the red thread in Pixiu's body, it looked like a map.

There are five dots on it, and the red thread in Pixiu just dyes three of them red.

Seeing Ding Mu's expression, Guan Yi knew that this was something he couldn't see: From his perspective, he could only see a strange pattern in the corner of the wall, so he waited for the young man to tell him when he finished reading it.

"Get a pen and paper, and I'll see if I can draw it." Ding Mu patted the man, "It's in the cabinet over there."

Guan Yi took the things for him, and looked at the man's strokes, like drawing eyebrows.

The picture was drawn with a few strokes, and the picture that came out made him feel somewhat familiar.

Where did you see it?

The author says:

Precious writing materials after early humans tamed wild keyboards.