Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

After searching for it, Hanzhe became more and more aware that this Miao Village seemed completely different from what he had imagined.

First of all, this village is not as secretive as Heimiao Village said. Although they have lived in the depths of Miaoling Mountains for generations, their lives are not blocked at all.

Starting in the morning, the women in the stockade took their children out to mow the grass and came back to feed the livestock. The middle-aged in the village began to cultivate all day.

When the sun rises above the head, a few smoky smoke rises in the bamboo buildings of every household, like a scene of harmony.

And this is just the beginning. After half a day of contact, I learned from the villagers that this village will actually be in contact with the outside world.

In addition to buying and exchanging salt for cloth, many of them have even gone out here. In addition, there are still some aborigines who have gone out to live in cities outside.

It's just that this village has been living a life that is simple and simple, and in the depths of Miaoling, naturally no one can find it.

By analogy, since there are no rumors of the so-called Crow Ghost Tomb, it can only be explained that all of this is due to the isolation of this place, and people outside cannot reach it. Therefore, over time, Heimiao Village and those other Tujia nationalities have added some rumors to this Shengmiao Village.

After thinking about these things, Hanzhe said in his heart that he was not disappointed. After all, in order to enter Miaoling, it can be said that he wrote and died here first. But he didn't expect that there would be no clues in this legendary Shengmiao Village.

Looking at the sun above my head, I felt that time was almost up. So, with a thought, he opened the live broadcast room.

Suddenly, as the drone slowly lifted into the sky, a huge amount of barrage appeared in the live broadcast room.

"I'll go! Anchor you finally started broadcasting again! I thought you were murdered last night!"

"2333, I think so too, but now it seems that the anchor is okay."

"Wait? Where is the anchor?"

All of a sudden, the audience in the live broadcast room surged to a terrifying millions of people in a few seconds. And, as time goes by, the number of viewers online is still rising.

It is conceivable that most of these audiences have waited all night until now. Seeing the audience’s various doubts, Hanzhe adjusted his expression and explained: "Thank you for your worry. To be honest, I went to bed early last night, and the purpose is to investigate the clues of the Wugui Tomb as soon as possible today. However, Since this morning, I have asked at least 20 households, and the answers are all surprisingly consistent. There is no rumor of the tomb of the ghosts in this village, and I even guess that it may be the black seedlings. It’s just rumors about the village."

"In addition, through contact, I found that this stockade is not as mysterious as we thought, and there will be a little contact with the outside world. Therefore, if there are any rumors here, it is estimated that people from outside are already there."

Hearing what Hanzhe said, the audience in the live broadcast room became quiet. After a few seconds, some regretful viewers asked again.

"Anchor? So what's your plan? Just leave like this?"

"Yeah, the anchor, it would be a shame to leave like this? There is really no clue?"

"Fang Guan Yang Wudi: By the way, Lao Han, what about Lin Jia? Why aren't you with you?"

Seeing the audience’s questions, Hanzhe thought about it and found it a pity, so he thought about it for a few seconds, then analyzed: “You’re right, it’s a shame to just leave like this. In addition, I think it’s a pity here. There is really no clue, it is also a bit abnormal. After all, this place is deep in Miaoling, very close to the scope of the ghost tomb mentioned in Heimiao Village. So I guess there may be some clues here, but I haven’t found it yet. ."

"So I decided to continue searching in the afternoon. If there are really no clues next, I will leave here to go to the bank of the Yellow River tomorrow morning. As for where Lin Jia is, she didn't live with me last night, you think too much."

"Last night she lived in a bamboo building with the girl from Miao Village. I guess she hasn't gotten up yet. It just so happens that it's one o'clock in the afternoon. Let's go and see..."

While talking, Hanzhe calmed the audience, then turned and headed towards the bamboo building where Lin Jia lived before.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and most of the villagers in the stockade had already gone out to farm. Walking on the road, they suddenly remembered the clues they had found in the morning.

So, he lowered his voice and said to the audience: "Brothers, I want to talk to you about a question. To be honest, I don’t know if it’s a clue. Just when I started looking for the rumor of the tomb of the ghosts this morning, I was surprised. I found a weird custom here."

"I noticed that people in this stockade have the habit of enshrining tablets. It can be said that every household has them. I still remember that the lettering on that tablet was written in old Miao script, although I didn't recognize it for a while. What is written, but I can basically be sure that the inscriptions on the tablets enshrined in each household are the same."

"This shows that they may all worship the same person or the same thing. It's just a pity that so far I don't know what they worship specifically."

Having said that, Hanzhe recalled the tablets he had seen before. The lettering above is written in old Miao script. It is reasonable to say that you should know the difference. What is strange is that the lettering above seems to be very old, and even he can't see what it is written.

While thinking about it, Hanzhe had already arrived in front of Lin Jia's bamboo building. Afterwards, he quickly went up to the second floor, came to the door and knocked on the door.

"Lin Jia, are you up yet?"

After speaking, Hanzhe waited for a few seconds. But strangely, there was no sound from the room. Not only was it an answer, but there was not even the creak of the bamboo bed.

After waiting for a few seconds, Hanzhe felt something wrong in his heart. So he simply opened the door and walked in. But as soon as he walked in, Hanzhe's eyes widened.

There was no one in Lin Jia's room, the bed on the bamboo bed was still flat, and the quilt was folded. It seemed that no one lived here at all last night.

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