Chapter 17 Lost
Phew~
Zhang Hao raised the corners of his mouth and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling very happy.
Comfortable, so far so good.
As his mood relaxed, Zhang Hao's tense nerves also relaxed, and the feeling of fatigue and exhaustion came over him.
Zhang Hao leaned on the cliff, looking into the distance with a smile on his lips.
In the distance, there are mountains and forests that stretch for miles with lush foliage. At the foot of the mountains is Zhaojia Village, which has only a few dozen households.
Just looking at it like this, he felt extremely calm and felt a strong sense of belonging.
Mountain walkers are inherently part of the mountains, making their living and living on the mountains.
After resting on the platform for a while, he felt that his physical strength had recovered a lot, and then he tried to follow the "road" he came from, and then turned back.
At this time, Zhang Hao couldn't help but sigh.
He still needs to walk this cliff again, and he also needs to carry the spirit-solidifying basket.
If you were not careful and didn't hold it firmly, the Spiritual Basket and [Breakdown] would fall into the cliff at your feet.
All efforts are in vain.
After all, once [Discontinued] falls out of the spirit-solidifying basket, the spirit will dissipate in a very short period of time.
Zhang Hao swallowed his saliva, letting his relaxed nerves become tense again, and his steps gradually became calmer.
Following the path he had taken before, Zhang Hao moved carefully step by step.
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In the dense forest behind the cliff.
The dazzling and poisonous sunlight radiates evenly across the entire forest.
On the forest path, several figures gradually appeared.
Those figures, wearing white mourning clothes, were holding suonas, gongs and drums, or long flags in their hands.
The tiredness on their faces became more obvious, and a bit of confusion gradually emerged.
Just looking like this gives people a strange feeling, as if they don't have much life.
These people remained silent and did not speak to each other.
Until, the group came to the cliff again.
"Hey, that Zhang Hao is missing."
At this time, another person raised his hand and pointed in the direction where Zhang Hao was sitting, muttering to himself.
Everyone's eyes turned to him again, and the discussion started again.
"Gone? Wait, we didn't see him when we came here, right?"
"No, I didn't see him along the way. Besides, this is only one road. That boy, that boy doesn't know how to jump off a cliff!"
"You can't...right? Why should he want to jump off a cliff? His fiancée is Li Siyu. Isn't this enough?"
"You guys, stop making sarcastic remarks and hurry over and see, people really jumped off the cliff!"
"If you really want to jump off the cliff, go back to the village and find someone. Oh, why did such a good person jump off the cliff!"
"Maybe he accidentally slipped down. Alas, we should have pulled that kid back just now. Otherwise, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened."
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take a look! Maybe you can find the person."
While everyone was hesitating and discussing.
"Oh, look! Someone seems to be climbing up there!"
Someone in the crowd shouted something.
For a moment, everyone saw the figure emerging from the cliff.
It can be seen that the figure is struggling to climb up. His hands are already supporting the edge of the cliff. He is holding on hard, and his upper body has emerged. It was Zhang Hao.
Everyone looked at Zhang Hao climbing out from the cliff with stunned expressions.
They originally thought that Zhang Hao might have left or jumped off a cliff.
But what I didn't expect was that Zhang Hao climbed up from the cliff again...
This...
Everyone watched helplessly as Zhang Hao's legs climbed up the cliff, and watched as he panted heavily, slumped on the ground, leaned against the cliff, and recovered his strength.
His face was already covered with sweat, and the clothes on his body were wet countless times.
I panted for a while.
Zhang Haocai looked at the [Diab] placed in the Guling Basket, the corners of his mouth were raised, and there was a smile in his eyes.
It was also at this time.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a funeral procession standing there in front of him. Everyone was looking at him, with strange, complicated, and slightly confused eyes.
Zhang Hao was suddenly stunned.
The time he just looked at was 13 o'clock. Counting the time he climbed up the cliff, it must be at least a quarter past 13 o'clock now.
According to common sense, the funeral procession should go down the mountain before noon and rush home before noon.
This is a rule left by the older generation.
If you do not return home before noon, the deceased will mistakenly think that your loved ones are nostalgic and do not want them to ascend to heaven, so they will choose to "follow" your relatives who are still alive home.
However, the person who died at this time is no longer the "dead person" in the true sense, or in other words, is no longer the original "person".
Zhang Hao clearly remembers this rule. He believes that the people in the village must also know this rule and will never make this mistake easily.
So what's going on with these funeral people in front of you?
It's past noon, the time when Yang Qi is at its strongest. Why haven't they gone home yet?
Is it possible that there will be a second wave of funerals?
Zhang Hao took a breath, stood up, carried the spirit basket on his back, stepped on straw sandals, and walked towards the funeral procession.
In any case, it is unusual for the funeral procession to come here.
In addition, these people did not come down the mountain after noon, which was a bit strange no matter how you looked at it.
It's better to go forward and ask clearly to see what happened to them.
As Zhang Hao got closer and closer to the group of people, his expression gradually became weird.
Because, he seemed to see a little black energy faintly on the foreheads of these people.
But just for a blink of an eye, the black energy disappeared when I looked at it again.
For a time he thought he had seen it wrong.
"Zhang Hao, where were you just now? How did you climb up from the cliff."
Before he could come closer, the tall young man playing the suona asked.
Zhang Hao smiled: "Go down below to collect medicine."
A tall young man named Gao Hai is the owner of the canteen at the entrance of the village. Zhang Hao often goes to buy wine from him, and the two of them are relatively familiar with each other.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Hao turned his head to look at the rest of the funeral procession and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you guys? It's already past noon and you haven't come down the mountain yet. This is against the rules."
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Upon hearing this, Gao Hai's expression suddenly became strange.
Whether it was the people beside him or behind him, their faces showed signs of different procedures.
Gao Hai looked at the people behind him, then at Zhang Hao in front of him, touched the back of his head, and said helplessly: "Hey, we got lost. We ended up here without knowing how. It's really weird."
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(End of chapter)