When the roof leaks, it has to rain all night.

  If viewed from afar, the Shiguan Pass is not as eerie as the legend has it. It's just an ordinary river, mountain peaks and trees. The only difference is that it hasn't been developed for tourism, so there are no paved roads to walk on, only trails left behind by previous explorers and search parties.

  After walking inwards for more than an hour, as Old Iron said, the surrounding area began to show signs of fog. The dense forest gradually became blurred, and we slowed down our pace, to prevent getting lost again, the distance between people was no more than one meter, all within visible range.

  The old iron's occupational disease has recurred, and he turned back to introduce the mountain mist in their valley, which is varied and unpredictable. In the early morning, purple mist rolls in, and in the evening, smoke fills the sky. Sometimes it's near, sometimes far, sometimes still, sometimes moving, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, with endless changes. There's also a rule: when entering the valley, one must not make loud noises, otherwise they will disturb the mountain god, who will become angry and spit out green mist, sweeping away people and animals.

  As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Liang Ge coldly snort behind him, and San Kuai Zi really didn't believe it and shouted twice, scaring Lao Tie's face changed, bowing his head to the mountain continuously. He drank a sentence "Don't go crazy" and finally stopped San Kuai Zi from going crazy.

  The legend of the mountain god exaggerating, it's impossible for a real mountain god to spit out green mist. But indeed the fog is slowly spreading, and in just a moment of speaking, it's thicker than before. The evening smoke fills the sky, still not fake.

  The further back, the lower the visibility, at this time everyone knows that they can't go any further, and look for a place to camp. Lao Tie led us to find a rare flat ground on the half mountain waist, but it's not spacious, less than twenty square meters, and outside is a cliff.

  There were seven of us in total, squeezed into such a small space. The main problem was that the slope leaned towards the cliff, and Old Wu worried that if we rolled down while sleeping at night, what would happen. I stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, below was a river.

  Lao Tie explained that this place was easy to defend and hard to attack, and could prevent beasts from attacking. At night, as long as he tied his hunting dog outside, it would be like a single general guarding the pass, and any movement of the wind or grass would be detected by its keen senses. As a mountain man and former hunter, he had his own theories on how to guard against wild animals. Lu Xian put down his backpack and decided to spend the night there, and when Lao Tie opened his mouth, including the civil police and his two brothers, they all agreed, and I and Old Wu couldn't disagree even if we wanted to.

  One after another, the order of setting up tents was arranged. I was the only female and fortunately was assigned to the innermost position close to the mountain body. The rest of the men were lined up in sequence, with him and Liang Ge sleeping on the outermost side. I took out the simple tent and moisture-proof pad from my bag, walked over one after another to take it, and helped me set up the tent in no time. He then went to help the two militiamen.

  He looked at him with a slightly different gaze, didn't expect him to have a enthusiastic side too. His way of setting up the tent was very skilled, apparently he's been on the road for a long time. However, his skin was quite fair, and it didn't seem like that either. After walking all day, everyone was tired, after eating something, they each lay down in their tents and sleeping bags, and soon fell asleep. At midnight, I was woken up by the sound of snoring from all directions, opened my eyes and waited for a while, feeling that this man's snores could form an orchestra.

  The tent was slightly opened, and it was found that a thin rain was falling outside. No wonder there was a rustling sound on the tent. It's really a leaky house meeting a continuous night rain, and adding flowers to brocade. But since the sky was overcast during the day, it wasn't surprising either.

  Just as I was about to zip up the tent, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a red light flickering in the dark night. Upon closer inspection, it seemed like there was a figure sitting at the mountain pass, blocking our way back.