Meng Qianzi frowned and watched Meng Jinshu open the door and go out. The door was not closed tightly, and a faint voice came in, as if it was Liu Guanguo.

Xin Ci also glanced at the door and whispered: "In the afternoon, you mentioned a lot of chopped peppers in the roadside shop. Liu Guanguo hurriedly said that his sour chopped peppers are good at cooking. He has been chopping downstairs for a night. The Baojing golden tea served in front has not been drunk yet. Now I don't know what to send again - I'm rushing to make a fuss about it, and I don't know how to make a pampering meal."

Meng Qianzi actually guessed that, but Xin Ci said it too bluntly and harshly, and she felt that she should give people some face: "The first time I came here, I don't necessarily want to please me, but maybe it's just enthusiasm and simplicity."

Xin Ci shrugged: "Now, there are only simple characters, but there are no simple people."

After a while, Meng Jinsong brought the door in, his face a little solemn: "Qianzi, Liu Guanguo said that it seems that there is a yinliao in the opposite mountain."

Yinliao? What is that? Xin Ci looked inexplicable.

Meng Qianzi sat up, more confused than surprised: "Can Liu Guanguo's eyes see the mountain mirage?"

"He couldn't tell. He said that a friend entered the mountain tonight and seemed to have bumped into insects and snakes. He was very familiar with the mountains in this area. He said with certainty that there were usually eighteen hills, and now there is one more."

Can there be one more mountaintop? Xin Ci is even more confused.

Meng Qianzi nodded, paused, and signaled to the floor-to-ceiling window: "Open the window."

***

Meng Jinsong was waiting for this. He stepped to the window a few big strides, pulled the thick velvet curtain to both sides with a squeak, and pushed the upper half of the window open. In his vision, a flash of lightning dragged down from the zenith, and the tail ends cracked into several silvery and winding lines, and instantly penetrated into the dark mountains, which was very beautiful.

The wind was strong, and even though there was a rain cover on the eaves, some of the slanted rain lines still hit in. Meng Jinsong took a two-step back, but Meng Qianzi came forward, reached out to take some rainwater and wiped it on his eyes, and then looked at it carefully.

What exactly are you looking at? Xin Ci also widened his eyes and looked out, feeling the storm and rain. He wanted to ask, but he was afraid of disturbing Meng Qianzi's "doing the serious business", so he had to hold it in his hands first.

After a while, Meng Qianzi raised his hand and pointed at one of them: "There is the color wrong there, and the edges are blurry."

When he turned his head, he saw Xin Ci's neck stretching into an old goose foraging. Meng Qianzi was angry: "You can't see it."

Xin Ci followed her back to the couch in disappointment: "Then you said it earlier, so my eyes were almost glaring out. Hey, Qianzi, what kind of building is this?"

Behind him, Meng Jinsong closed the window vigorously. After a loud bang, the room seemed quieter than before: "Qianzi, according to the rules, you should collect the mirage beads."

Meng Qianzi sighed and looked out the window with a confused look on her face: "This rain is so heavy."

You have to go if it rains heavily and lightly. Meng Jinsong pretended not to understand what she meant: "I asked Liu Guanguo that the rain in the mountains did not last long, and it usually stopped in the middle of the night - from here, you have to walk a long way to get into the mountain. When the rain stopped, the mirage beads would not last long. If they were procrastinated, they would not be able to hold on."

Very good. I haven't figured it out yet, so another bead came. Xin Ci raised his right hand high, and asked a question in class: "Who can help me solve my doubts, what is a mountain mirage?"

Meng Jinsong glanced at him: "It's not that there is no Shandian on your phone, can't you check it yourself?"

He turned to Meng Qianzi again: "Then I will go over and get the mountain ghost basket?"

Meng Qianzi probably agreed, because Meng Jinsong opened the door quickly and went out, but Xin Ci didn't bother to look at them anymore. His fingers kept slid on the mobile phone screen, and quickly opened a folder and another one.

This mobile phone was obtained after the induction assessment period. It does have several apps on it, but the brief said it has little to do with him, so he didn't look closely and put it into the folders that are not commonly used.

Thinking about it now, Shan Dictionary should have the same meaning as the dictionary.

I found it, the icon is really a dictionary. Xinci quickly clicked on it, and the homepage is the search box, which is neat and straightforward.

He entered the three words "mountain mirage".

I have to say that this app is very well-made. In addition to the text explanations of the classics, it also has animation demonstrations. However, Xin Ci did not study it carefully and slipped down at a glance.

Mountain mirages are similar to mirages, both of which are illusions of the virtual scenery, but they are even rarer because the appearance of mountain mirages has four basic conditions: midnight, heavy rain, deep mountains, and lights.

That’s right, there must be lights. After all, it’s midnight, and even if there is wind and rain, you won’t be able to see it clearly without lights.

Among the mountain ghosts, the mirages can be seen with the naked eye, but the problem arises again - the mountain mirage is born with rain, and the rain stops and begins to disappear. Within a few minutes, it can only last half an hour at most.

Therefore, people in the world know many mirages, and there are almost no mirages. The entry lists the last time the mountain ghost saw a mountain mirage. It was during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty. At that time, Shanmei Qi Bailing, who was exploring the mountain in the western front of Yunnan, saw the mountain mirage from afar, and hurriedly took people to the mountain. However, the rain stopped halfway and returned without success.

What is that mirage bead? Xin Ci hurriedly withdrew this one. Just as he was about to enter it again, Meng Jinsong dragged in the big-mouthed hard-shelled suitcase and put it down directly in front of the couch. He also ordered Xin Ci: "Find out the golden bell of Qianzi's subduing beast."

Golden bell?

Xin Ci was a little excited and didn't bother to search for the mirage beads. He walked around the Luohan couch a few steps, took the small suitcase over, and put it open the box flat next to Meng Jinsong.

***

The box is specially made. Once opened, it is a layered transparent glass grid like a jewelry box, and it is filled with brilliance and brilliance.

What the mountain ghosts lack most is expensive ore, and the rarest and best-made one must be left to the one sitting on the throne. This box is worthless, and this is just the most commonly used box among Meng Qianzi's many jewelry pieces. However, according to the rules, passed down from generation to generation, Meng Qianzi has the right to use it, and it is not harmful to take away a few pieces to give it to others. However, most of them will not be brought in life or death. After a hundred years, they will still be passed on to the successor.

There are too many jewelry, and even if you change the style every day, you can't wear it for less than a year or two. Fortunately, Meng Qianzi is willing to wear it. In her words, she can use jewelry to make up for her lack of complexion, lack of aura, poor appearance, and dull skin.

Xin Ci opened the center of the square, almost holding his breath, and took out the golden bell of the beast that Meng Jinsong said.

It is said to be a golden bell, but in fact it is not gold, but it looks a bit like brass. The color is dark, and the bell pieces hanging are covered with strange marks. I heard that whether you can sit on the throne depends on whether you can control the golden bell of the hidden beast - the golden bell wrapped around the feet. No matter how violent the beasts in the mountain are, they must lower their heads and dare not approach them.

I thought about it and felt shocked. Xin Ci always looked forward to seeing it with his own eyes. Unfortunately, since he joined the company, Meng Qianzi had either gone to Lushan to escape the summer heat or to Huangshan to see the Buddha's light. He had never been to the deep mountains and forests. This made him have some expectations for tonight. However, he thought, since Wuling Mountain has been developed into a scenic spot, it seems that he could not count on jackals, tigers and leopards.

Just as he was muttering, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes that Meng Jinsong took a glass jar from his big suitcase and put it on the ground.

This suitcase is the largest of Meng Qianzi's luggage, also known as "Mountain Ghost Basket". It has never been opened before. Xin Ci only knew that it was equipped with various equipment that mountain ghosts had to use when entering the mountain. In ancient times, when entering the mountain, they carried baskets, so now even if they were not popular, the name was still used.

Xin Ci went closer to look, and suddenly felt a sudden fright in his heart.

There was a spider in the glass jar, with a combination of arthropods and torso as big as a child's palm, yellow-brown, and stung hair on his body, which looked a bit disgusting, but strangely, one of the steps was dragged a small iron ring with a chain on one of its feet. When crawling inside, the iron ring and the glass knocked each other, making a very uncomfortable sound.

What is this for?

Xin Ci wanted to ask, but was afraid that his questions would make people disgusted. While he was hesitating, Meng Jinsong picked up a pole as thick as a thumb and stood up. He swung it a few times, and it was two or three points long, which looked like a telescopic fishing rod.

At the end of the pole, it was facing Meng Qianzi, who had just changed into a mountain ghost suit from the bathroom. This set of clothes is simple and casual in the mountain ghost suit, which is very similar to the tight yoga suit that is completely black. It is waterproof and not easy to reflect. It has a wear-resistant leather splicing on the shoulders, elbows, knees, chest and abdomen, and the waist and shoulders are connected to the armed belt, which is convenient for buckles to insert weapons.

Meng Qianzi pressed her palm against the end of the rod and pushed back, pushing the long fishing rod back less than one meter. Meng Jinsong put away the rod and asked her for her opinion: "I won't bring you idle people, right? I just asked Liu Guanguo to send us to the mountain pass... There is no need for people below to know about this kind of thing."

Xin Ci quickly stated: "I'm not an idle person waiting, take me to see the fun."

Meng Qianzi nodded and took the golden bell from his hand. The hard-bottomed rain boots were waterproof, and the boots were glued zippers connected to the trousers. She thought it was too troublesome to take off her shoes anymore, so she simply hung the golden bell on her belt.

Meng Jinsong hesitated for a moment: "Then... on the other end of Shanguizhai, do you need to say something to a few aunts? After all, it's not a trivial matter."

Those people are the real core power layer of Shan Gui and are also the elders who cultivated and brought Meng Qianzi to the top.

Meng Qianzi didn't raise her head: "What do you say? What if it fails, it's fine if they make them happy, but they still have to mutter to me. Listen, this matter is done, and you guys will blow whatever you want, if it doesn't work..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a few seconds and smiled: "I just pretend that this happened tonight has never happened."

***

In the middle of the night, deep mountains, and a rush of slow rain, this experience is really the first time in my life.

Xin Ci raised his hand to wipe the rain on his face and looked at Meng Jinsong beside him: Like himself, he was wearing a heavy raincoat with his head covered, the difference was that he was strangely bulging around his waist, which was that he was wearing a gun.

The bells press against all beasts, the mountain ghosts carry guns, and the guns do not point to beasts. They have always been to guard against people. There are both big men of mountain ghosts around them and such hard-core weapons, Xin Ci feels very safe.

Meng Qianzi led the way in front of her. She walked for a while and stopped for a while, and determined the direction by her eyes. When she identified the direction, the flashlight had to be turned off to avoid affecting the effect. The first half of the journey was the scenic spot passage, which was not very difficult. Xin Ci took a break from his busy schedule and found out what "mirage beads" were called in the mountain script.

Speaking of mirage beads, we have to mention a mirage. Modern people know that it is actually an optical illusion and a phenomenon of atmospheric refraction, but the ancients interpreted it as "the energy of the dragon mirage", believing that mirage is a strange landscape formed by a dragon swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

The mountain ghost followed the extension of the ancients, believing that mountain mirages were transformed from mirage beads, and mirage beads are "dragon saliva".

With mirage beads, mountain mirages can be formed in the mountains. This bead usually seeps under the ground. When it rains heavily at night, it will occasionally evaporate into the air with water vapor, causing mirages - but ordinary people cannot see mirage beads because it is just a small bag of water. After the rain stops, it will seep into the ground again, and the mountain mirage will disappear...

Isn’t this nonsense? No one who writes novels dares to write them like this, and Xin Ci can’t stand it anymore.

When I entered the undeveloped area in the second half, it was really a mud, one step at a time, one staggering, and sometimes I had to use my hands and feet. Xin Ci complained, but I had to speed up the pace. The rain seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. If it was like Qi Bailing's time, it would be in vain, then the hardships of trekking into the mountains in the middle of the night in the rain would be wasted.

I don’t know how long I left, but Meng Qianzi suddenly stopped and whispered: “It’s here.”

Arrived? Now is it?

Xin Ci swallowed his saliva, and his scalp became numb in an instant. He swept around with a flashlight, and what surged in his heart immediately came to his heart was disappointed: he thought Yinliao was so terrifying. Isn’t this just an ordinary mountain and tree?

Meng Jinsong was a little nervous. He asked Xin Ci to help him hold the rod and thread a fishing line at the end of the rod. Then he opened the glass jar, poured out the spider, and carefully tied the iron ring on the spider's foot to the end of the fishing line.
Chapter completed!