I vomit nonstop toward the ground and gently patted my chest, and I didn’t know what was crawling into my mouth or if it was a bug.

"Cher, did the worm crawl into my throat?"I was in a hurry.

"Your face is black with blood, I can't see it, but don't worry, the centipede will help you."Cheer patted me gently on the shoulder.

I turned my eyes on Cher and tried to knock on Cher's head hard, but I raised my hand and couldn't bear to knock it down, only to gently pat it, "I'll learn to talk to the adults later, I'll beat your ass."

“ childish...” Cher rolled her eyes.

I'll go, this little girl.

"What's the matter with the words."I whispered, crouching down to check the back of the ink.

The worm did not see, and the black blood came out.

"It's better to cover me with clothes."He whispered, always with his head down.

The shy look was still very cute, took off my coat and covered it on the ink.

"What shall we do next?"I whispered.

"We can't go out outside, those people are outside, only hiding in the mountains for a while."Mo said.

I lightly, cleared the blood on the ground, and picked up the rotten clothes.

"This time, we're still looking at Sun Meng."The voice whispered.

I looked at the ink with suspicion, “Has she still hidden her strength?”

"She hides people, and besides her there are men in black, and there are two strange men around her, and if I am not mistaken, the two men are corpses."The voice whispered.

I was surprised at how the body could be with Musson.

"Little leaf, old Mo is trying to say, Sun Meng will drive away the body."Cher whispered.

I was surprised in my heart, I still know that the carcass is a kind of Hmong clam technique, part of Chu Wu culture.There is black magic and white sorcery, and the corpse belongs to white witchcraft.

Hmong clam art, what is the relationship between Momo and mother-in-law, or Sun Meng is also a Hmong people, then the black worm she released must be a worm.

I told Mo Yan's thoughts, and the words nodded, "Sun Meng, even if it is not the Miao, I have a great relationship with the Miao."

If Sun Meng is a Hmong, Sun Meng and Miao mother-in-law must have some connection, and Sun Meng killed the fat man uncle, perhaps not for my life, but for private enmity.

"Let's go, the blood is too heavy here."The word whispered.

I put the ink on my back, and I asked where the words were going, and the words were on the mountain.

Running in front, as we rounded a detour, the ink stopped and pointed to us and whispered, " Peony flower."

I looked in the direction of the finger, and there was a peony flower in front of us, and I was shocked to see the peony flower.

I naturally came up with the poem, "June flowers bloom red peony."

This poem is the way, my eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

I told the words of Mo, who were silent and asked me, "What is the following poem?"

"Yellow Crane Building Seven Winds."I don't think I want to say it either.

"It should be in the direction, June is the time, the seven-way wind, will it be said, seven o'clock direction."The voice whispered.

Where did I know this, I shook my head and said it probably was possible.

Mo Yan let me quickly climb to the position of the peony flower to see the direction of seven o'clock.

I said a good word, and quickly climbed to the position of the peony flower and looked towards seven o'clock.

In this way, I have some understanding of the past in my heart, and there is a straight up the mountain in front of me.

I quickly jumped down and followed Mo’s words about what I saw.

“Do you remember the words behind the human skull in the painting?”Mo spoke in a hurry.

"Everything is clear."I walk directly.

I remember these poems, so when I asked, I don't think I want to say it directly.

"It's all clear, I finally know."The face is a bit excited.

I wondered why the expression was so excited.

"With the straight mountain road, we go up, and we will know everything."Mo said excitedly.

Listening to the words, I also understood some things in my heart.

The human skull in the painting is teaching us to find the direction, and everything is clearly telling us that to find the direction in the painting, there are things we want to know.

Thinking of this, I exclaimed how it was possible, but looking at the excitement of Mo Yan, I also believed in seven or eight points in my heart.

“Then let’s go.”I whispered.

I put the words on my back and walked quickly toward the straight mountain road.

The more I walked in my heart, the more I understood that the Huanghelougang was actually a place name, that is, where we are now, Huangshan Lougang.

I was more and more surprised at who made this, and a painting is all suggesting to us.

But the more I went up the mountain, the more I felt the pain, the unknown pain, and the face of the ink became pale.

"Ye, my heart hurts."He said, holding his chest weakly.

I was not very happy, I squeezed out a smile in the ink, "Slow up, bear a little, walking together is happiness."

The ink said with a smile and nods, but the eyebrows were wrinkled, or it was still indicating that the ink was suffering a lot of pain.

Cher looked at me nervously and said, and from time to time helped me to wipe the cold sweat on my forehead.

I was shocked in my heart, what kind of mountain this is, why take a step will hurt.

And the pain seems to be not my heart, but the heart of the right heart.

At first, Sun Meng told me that the heart of the right heart is ink.

That is to say, it hurts the heart of the word, not my heart.

"You and I are getting old."Cher exclaimed.

I looked at the past in the ink, and the face of the ink was more wrinkled, and I was surprised in my heart, what happened.

I took out my phone and looked at the phone screen, and I had a lot of wrinkles on my face.

The face of the ink is also full of tension, immediately let me give her the phone, I did not want to see the ink, but the expression of ink speech is heavy, I gave the phone to the ink, let the ink talk with the phone screen to look at.

At this point, the color change of the ink brushed a little white, and looked at the mountain and murmured softly: "The merciless mountain."

"What a merciless mountain."I hurried to ask.

"I want this mountain to be merciless, if there is love, it will be easy to grow old."The whispers whispered.

I looked at this mountain, according to the words of Mo, I think this mountain must be broken.

Words are kind to me, so she is getting old, and I am affectionate with ink, and I am getting old.