Wushuang thought to herself, maybe it wasn't the gluttony, but that Mu Qing had only eaten vegetables and fruits all her life, and had never touched any meat stars, and the fish dumplings were steamed with fish, which was naturally a delicacy in the world for her. What a poor child www.biquge.info the pen%fun %Pavilion!

"And then?" Wushuang asked, this should be a very interesting black joke.

Then she gave me something to eat and told me to get out of here and not look back. I thought that the old woman was very kind and nice, so I wanted to stay and rest for a while, but the old woman said that she would not take me in, and finally pushed me out. Later, as I walked outside the Ghost Ridge, I heard many people talking behind me, and the voice seemed to be talking about me, but every time I turned around, I didn't see anyone's shadow, and finally ...... In the end, as you all know, as soon as I ran into Tiandu Mountain, I was captured by my clansmen. That memory has left a mark on Xiao Muqing's heart, and maybe she will never forget it for the rest of her life.

The first long journey, the first time I saw the outside world, the first time I met the best person for me except my mother, and the first time I ate fish......

"Did your people take this path when they captured you?"

"It doesn't seem to be, Taigong said that in order to chase me, they climbed a lot of mountain beams, spared a long, long way, just to avoid the ghost ridge, he said that the mysterious tribe of the ghost ridge is the enemy of our security clan, if we get close, they will not let us go even if they have become a powerful ghost. Mu Qing recalled.

"So, the mysterious people who live in the Ghost Ridge have a feud with your security clan?"

Mu Qing said: "I don't know, Taigong said that the Ghost Ridge is dangerous, even if there were living people here in the past, few people dared to come." ”

"Maybe Shuangge guessed right, the meaning of the existence of this nation is to protect Tiandu Mountain, no one is allowed to approach Tiandu Mountain, no matter whether they live or die, their souls will never leave Ghost Mountain, because Ghost Mountain is the only way to pass through Tiandu Mountain. ”

Wushuang said, if it is possible, we had better bypass the Ghost Ridge, when the Baoan clan went to chase Mu Qing, so many people, knowing that there were no living people in the Ghost Ridge, they still did not dare to approach, indicating that there was indeed some danger hidden in the Ghost Ridge.

"I've only heard that mountain road say once, it's not certain whether we can find it, and even if we find it, we will have to go around a long way, I'm afraid it will take us to reach Tiandu Mountain in the middle of the night today. ”

In this way, they will miss the best time to save the dog, even if they reach Tiandu Mountain smoothly, plus they have to climb to the top, and if they delay a little more on the way, they may not be able to send Tianguo back!

"It seems that we can't take a long detour, let's try, maybe the Ghost Ridge is just a legend, besides, there shouldn't be much danger in broad daylight now, anyway, as long as I don't see this Yellow River hiding strange fish again." Wushuang and Na Xiu followed Mu Qing all the way to the north, passing through this forest, and then gradually saw that the tributaries of the Yellow River beside them were getting narrower and narrower, and finally the narrow was only more than twenty meters wide.

Because no one passes through this area all year round, and it is in the upper reaches, the river is not turbulent, and because this mountain forest is well preserved, the soil is not as loose as on the Loess Plateau, so the color of the river is slightly clearer.

Standing on the hill, through the clear water of the river, I saw that the riverbed was covered with white bones, and the mutilation of people, animals, and many small fishing boats were also washed up by the river against the current to this upper shoal.

"That's a lot, it's really crazy!" sighed, it was hard to imagine, if they had been bitten by that strange fish just now, would they have turned into three white bones and settled under the shallows of the Yellow River forever? Oh yes, they won't, each of them still has a Nanmu coffin to use, so it won't be a violent corpse wilderness.

"It's the front, you see, there are two mountains in front, and there is a mountain range between these two mountains, and the source of the Yellow River is in this mountain range, if I remember correctly, this mountain range is a ghost ridge. Mu Qing said.

When the three of them were still half a mile away from this mountain, they could see a few colored flags hanging on several old trees at the entrance of the mountain, but this colored flag did not know how many years it was, and it had long been invaded by wind and rain.

Bunting is painted with hideous grimaces and ancient minority spells. Wushuang said that this should be the totemic symbol of this mysterious tribe.

Approaching the mountain pass, it is the canyon less than ten meters wide between the two mountains, and at the foot is the tributary of the Yellow River, which is no longer narrow, and the water of the Yellow River has become clear, so shallow that you can almost reach the bottom of the river. Many stones of different sizes were piled up together, and the wooden planks were placed on top of them, and it became a simple little wooden bridge, and behind the wooden bridge was only a dirt road, but it was evident that no one had visited this dirt road for many years, and the dirt road was overgrown with weeds, and it was not waist-high.

The dirt road is flanked by two barren hills, lined with old wooden houses, some of which have long since been washed away by the rain.

Wushuang counted carefully, there were about more than a hundred houses distributed on both sides of the Ghost Ridge, that is to say, the population of this ancient nation at its peak did not exceed five hundred.

They stood on the wooden bridge, staring blankly at the grass and trees in the ghost ridge, and at that moment, it was as if the entire time and space had been condensed, and the ancient buildings and the towering mountains on both sides brought their eyes into the front and even beyond.

This is definitely a closed village, there is only one entrance, which is this resolute small plank bridge, and there are two sentry posts built on the left and right in front of the small plank bridge, it is estimated that there are guards in the outpost at the beginning, and no one is allowed to approach this primitive tribe, and people from this tribe are not allowed to go out of the ghost ridge.

But this mysterious tribe was forgotten by time and abandoned by Mother Yellow River. Quietly in the mountains, the whole village has become a ghost village, there is no life, some of the houses on the left and right have collapsed, some are hung with cobwebs, and from time to time, there are wild rats out of the house. It's a veritable ghost village.

Cuckoo...... Cuckoo...... A cuckoo flew overhead at an inopportune time, with a strange cry, which startled everyone, and the cuckoo unceremoniously shot out the silver filaments in its sleeves, and the cuckoo fell from the sky, and was jumped by the little black cat in the mouth, and was directly bitten to death.

"Is this here?" Wushuang asked Mu Qing.

"Well, it should be true, but I remember, when I was a child, it wasn't so broken? At that time, I thought, how can there be only one living person in such a big village?" Mu Qing said in surprise, looking at the grass and trees in the ghost ridge, both familiar and unfamiliar.