Su Xin mixed some ginseng syrup water for Bai Ying, put some powder in it, and placed it next to her sleeping bag.

Whether she wants to drink or not, whether she wants to live or not, it's up to her.

That's all she can do.

As for the two Xiaohui and Zhixiang, who were still in high fever and lethargy, Su Xin took some white ash and poured it into the ginseng water and poured it on them.

After a while, the two of them "vomited", bowed down into a ball, and began to vomit to the side.

It's all white sticky stuff that I vomit.

After spitting up, they drank the remaining ginseng water, and the consciousness of the two slowly cleared up.

Looking at the three of Su Xin in front of them, they gradually combined what they sensed when their consciousness was hazy.

In fact, during the two days they were asleep, their consciousness was in a state of dissociation.

Sensing what's going on outside, but not being able to make contact with your body.

So now that consciousness has returned, it is natural that the other teammates have left them.

The two of them were a little better, so they came over to see Bai Ying, and saw that Bai Ying only had skinny legs left, and an inexplicable fear enveloped her body and mind.

…… The string of beads was taken by Su Xin from Su Geer when he heard the second scream, and then patted himself with an invisibility charm and a light body charm.

For a master who can easily navigate the Ten Thousand Ghost Array, it is simply too easy to do this.

Su Xin took care of the affairs of Bai Ying and the others, and prepared to continue to set off.

At this moment, there was an echo in the valley, a scream that was louder than the other.

The real despair and pain contained in this voice is called, but what does that have to do with her?

Su Xin saw that the water bottle placed next to Bai Ying's sleeping bag was empty, and her heart was a little calm, this is the right choice for a truly strong-minded person.

Su Xin Bai Ying and the three of them instructed: "We have already helped them call the police, and sent the coordinates and locations here, and the search and rescue team will be able to find this place in about two or three days." There's enough food here for four or five days......"

The three of them were full of gratitude, but because they had suddenly experienced so many things, they were very depressed.

As soon as the three of them walked out of the road, a man followed with a bag on his back.

Su Xin remembered that his name was Zhixiang, about twenty-six or seven, with a thin body, dark skin, and a face that was a little more mature than his peers.

It is the son of one of the archaeological teams that all died unexpectedly in Bai Ying's narrative.

Su Xin actually felt that if there was a person in the team who understood mask culture, it would definitely be more useful for their investigation.

But their physical condition is there, and if they follow, it will definitely slow down their progress, and even at some critical moments, because there is no such tacit understanding, there may be more trouble.

I only heard Zhixiang say: "Thank you for saving us, but this trip to Xiaoyao Village has been prepared for us for a long time, and I don't want to give up halfway." Back then, I saw my dad take back the copies of those masks, study them every day, and even put his own copies on his face, and even danced like in movies and television, dancing a very weird look. ”

"At that time, my mother advised him not to study that anymore, it was very evil, but one day...... He, he put that mask on my mother's face. Later, my mother had nightmares every day, yelling, scratching her face in the dream, her face was full of ulcers and pus, and the last time she woke up she couldn't stand it anymore and jumped off the building to commit suicide. And three days later, I heard the news that my dad had been in a car accident......"

"So I know that it must all have something to do with that god's face, and I have to figure out why. It can be regarded as a blind eye for them all to die. Please, take me with you, I have already told Sister Bai and Xiaohui, Xiaohui will take care of Sister Bai, they are all very supportive of me and follow you, I promise that I will try not to hold you back, if something really happens, you don't take care of me"

He faced this woman who looked even younger than himself, but he inexplicably had a strong sense of oppression, and he was a little incoherent when he spoke.

Su Xin looked at Shi Feng and Mo Li, after all, this is a team, and everyone's opinion is the most important.

Mo Li nodded lightly at Su Xin, he could "see" the most subconscious thoughts and memories of others, so as to judge whether the other party was a trustworthy person or not.

As for the combat effectiveness, there is Su Su, and the two of them should be able to do it if they want to protect an ordinary person.

Su Xin said to Zhixiang: "Okay, you will follow them later." ”

Zhixiang got permission and thanked him excitedly, and Su Xin had already turned around and continued to move forward.

The line of action was still Shi Feng at the head, Su Xin followed closely, followed by Zhixiang, and Mo Li was behind.

When he stopped again to rest and replenish food and water, Zhixiang took out a map from his bag, which was a sheepskin map of quite an age, and it was all hand-drawn.

Zhixiang said: "This is a map that my father collected before the accident, and the words drawn on it have no words, just lines and dots, and I can't understand them at all. It wasn't until I saw a travelogue that described the approximate address, and then overlapped it with the current map, that I realized that this was a map leading to the mountain village, and that we had come in with this route before. ”

Mo Li was on guard beside him, and Shi Feng and Su Xin went over to take a look, it was true, if it was based on this new route map, it would be much closer.

Zhixiang: "My dad was researching a mask culture at the time, and he wrote a thick notebook. Because he was so obsessed, and every time he carried the notebook with him, until one time my mother forcibly opened him, when I helped him clean up the desk, I accidentally glanced at it, the notebook painted several kinds of masks, similar to our modern kneading, hooking, wiping, breaking the four basic types, but I see that Dad's notes seem to represent those faces represent different identities, including emperor, businessman, guest, farmer, thief, prostitution, ......"

Su Xin felt a little familiar when he heard this, isn't this what he used to say in the past.

Su Xin asked: "I have also read the travelogue written by Su Qin, which describes the masks given to them by the villagers as a tabula rasa, what is the explanation for this?" ”

Zhixiang shook his head slightly: "I don't know what the specific meaning is, I vaguely remember that in my father's notebook, it seems that the mold of the mask has just been made, which is a white background, and then colored layer by layer." ”

Su Xin asked again: "According to what you said, the masks are also divided into three sects and nine streams, so is there also a hierarchy between them, I mean, for example, the emperor's face can suppress the rest of the faces?" ”

As soon as Su Xin's words came out, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill running down their backs.

Zhixiang subconsciously swallowed his saliva, looked at Su Xin's deep eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse: "This... Perhaps, I... My dad seems to be working on this before he died, but unfortunately..."