My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Chapter 17 Lost

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The corners of Zhang Hao's mouth turned up, and he wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, feeling very happy.

Comfortable, so far everything is going well.

As the mood relaxed, Zhang Hao's tense nerves also relaxed, and the feeling of exhaustion and exhaustion hit.

Zhang Hao leaned against the cliff, looking into the distance with a smile on his lips.

In the distance, there is a mountain forest with luxuriant branches and leaves stretching for several miles. At the foot of the mountain is Zhaojia Village, which has only a few dozen households.

Looking at it like this, his heart was extremely peaceful, and he also had a strong sense of belonging.

Those who walk the mountains are originally part of the mountains. They live on the mountains and live on the mountains.

After resting on the platform for a while, he felt that his physical strength had recovered a lot, so he tried to follow the "road" when he came, and turned back again.

At this time, Zhang Hao couldn't help sighing.

He still needs to walk the cliff again, and he also needs to bring the Guling Basket.

If one is not careful, and the hand is not grasped firmly, Gu Linglan and [Duduan] will fall into the cliff under their feet.

All efforts will be in vain.

After all, once [Duster] falls out of the solid spirit basket, the spirituality will dissipate in a very short time.

Zhang Hao swallowed his saliva, so that his relaxed nerves became tense again, and his steps gradually became steady.

According to the path he stepped on before, Zhang Hao moved step by step cautiously.

……

In the dense forest behind the cliff.

The dazzling and poisonous sunlight evenly radiates the entire forest.

At the path in the forest, several figures gradually emerged.

Those few figures were wearing white filial piety, and they were carrying suona, gongs and drums, or long flags in their hands.

The tired look on their faces became more obvious, and a little dazed gradually emerged.

Just looking at it this way gives people a weird feeling, as if they don't have much life.

These people remained silent and did not speak to each other.

Until, a group of people came to the cliff again.

"Hey, that Zhang Hao is gone."

At this time, another person raised his finger and pointed in the direction where Zhang Hao was sitting, muttering to himself.

The eyes of everyone looked at the past again, and the discussion started again.

"Missing? Wait, didn't you see him when we came over?"

"No, I haven't seen him all this way, and this is only one road, that kid, that kid won't jump off a cliff!"

"Can't... right? He wants to jump off a cliff! His fiancée is Li Siyu, isn't that enough?"

"You guys, don't make sarcastic remarks, hurry over and have a look, others really jumped off the cliff!"

"If you really want to jump off a cliff, hurry back to the village to find someone. Oh, this good person, why did you jump off a cliff!"

"Maybe it slipped down accidentally, alas, I should have pulled that kid back just now, otherwise, such a thing wouldn't have happened."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and have a look! Maybe you can find someone."

Just when everyone was hesitating and discussing.

"Oh, look! Someone seems to have climbed up there!"

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted.

For a moment, everyone also saw the figure emerging from the cliff at this moment.

It can be seen that the figure is struggling to climb upwards, with both hands already supporting the edge of the cliff, supporting it vigorously, and the upper body has already emerged.

It was Zhang Hao.

Everyone looked at Zhang Hao climbing out of the cliff, and they were all stunned.

They originally thought that Zhang Hao might have left or jumped off a cliff.

But what I didn't expect at all was that Zhang Hao actually climbed up from the cliff again...

This……

Everyone watched Zhang Hao's legs climb up the cliff, and watched him panting heavily, slumped on the ground, leaning against the cliff, recovering his strength.

His face had long been covered with sweat, and his clothes had been wet for countless times.

I gasped for a while.

Zhang Haocai looked at [Duduan] placed in the Guling basket, the corners of his mouth were drawn upwards, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Also at this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the funeral procession standing in front of him. Everyone's eyes were on him. There were weirdness, complexity, and a little bit of doubt and bewilderment in their eyes.

Zhang Hao was taken aback suddenly.

The time he just watched was 13 o'clock, and counting the time he climbed 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 go home before noon.

This is the rule left by the older generation.

If you don't go home before noon, the deceased will mistakenly believe that their loved ones are nostalgic, and they don't want them to go to heaven, so they will choose to "follow" their relatives back home.

However, the person who died at this time is no longer a "person who died" in the true sense, or in other words, is no longer the original "person".

Zhang Hao remembered this rule clearly, and he believed that the people in the village must also know this rule, and would never make this mistake easily.

What happened to the funeral people in front of me?

It's past noon, when the yang energy is at its heaviest, why haven't they returned home yet?
Could it be that there is a second wave of funerals?

Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, carried the Guling Basket on his back, stepped on straw sandals, and walked towards the funeral procession.

In any case, it was unusual for the funeral procession to come here.

In addition, these people did not go down the mountain after noon, which is a bit strange no matter how you look at it.

It's better to go forward and ask clearly to see what happened to them.

As Zhang Hao got closer to the group of people, his expression gradually became weird.

Because, he seemed to see a little blackness on the foreheads of this group of people.

But it was only in a blink of an eye, and there was no black air in the past.

For a while he thought he was wrong.

"Zhang Hao, where did you go just now? How did you climb up from the bottom of the cliff?"

Before he came close, the tall and strong young man playing the suona asked.

Zhang Hao smiled: "I'm going down to collect herbs."

Gao Zhuang is the owner of the canteen at the entrance of the village. His name is Gao Hai. Zhang Hao often goes to buy wine from him, and the two are quite familiar with each other.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Hao looked sideways to see the rest of the funeral procession, and asked curiously, "What's the matter, you guys? It's past noon, and you haven't gone down the mountain yet. This is against the rules."

Upon hearing this, Gao Hai's expression suddenly became strange.

Whether it was beside him or the people behind him, there were strange expressions on their faces.

Gao Hai looked at the people behind him, then at Zhang Hao in front of him, rubbed the back of his head, and said helplessly, "Hey, we got lost, we got here somehow, it's really evil."

(End of this chapter)