Every day is one step closer to reality

The old man was typing on his mobile phone skillfully, and looking at the speed, he knew he was playing a trick.

Then the text was converted into a set male voice with a bit of an opera accent.

"Thank you. I'll grab some of the freshly picked fruit for you."

Uncle Ya grabbed two handfuls of wild fruits for the two people, and after Feng Yi got out of the car, he stuffed a few cherry-sized wild fruits into Feng Yi's hands.

Feng Yi had never eaten it before. Seeing that the two people in the car were eating happily, he took off his gloves, wiped the sweat on his hands and the small mud spots on the peel, and tried it.

Sweet, moist, and delicious.

The two men quickly drove away.

Uncle Mute took off his straw hat and fanned himself, threw the straw hat into the bamboo basket, looked at Feng Yi again, and quickly typed on his mobile phone to convert it into a voice: "Follow me."

Feng Yi quickly followed.

"Uh...what's your name?" Feng Yi asked. It doesn't seem very respectful to just call him dumb uncle.

"Just call Uncle Mute!" the voice on the mobile phone said.

Seeing that the other party really didn't care, Feng Yi didn't worry about it and just looked at the surrounding scenery and the smooth road.

"I see the roads on the mountain are in good repair. Didn't you buy a scooter?"

Uncle Dumb typed on his mobile phone: "I have food, drink, internet, and a car."

Feng Yi: "...that makes sense."

After thinking about it, Feng Yi decided to be direct.

"Uncle Dumb, do you know the purpose of my coming here?"

"I know~I've been waiting for a long time!"

"How do you say this?" Feng Yi asked.

Uncle Dumb didn't want to talk much and turned on his cell phone to play music.

"Who is singing, warming up the loneliness..."

As he walked forward, he also danced to the rhythm.

Feng Yi: "..."

Sure, he is a healthy and lively old man.

Not long after, Feng Yi saw the "Feng Family Ancestral House" that the old housekeeper had mentioned.

This was the first time Feng Yi saw the legendary ancestral house, which was somewhat similar to the old buildings in historical period dramas.

The area is not very large, each brick and tile is very antique, but not shabby. It is obvious that someone has taken good care of it. This dumb uncle really does his duty.

Uncle Mute walked into the house, put down the bamboo basket, and gestured for Feng Yi to follow him inside.

As he walked inside, he tapped his phone quickly and input a long text into voice.

The explanation with a hint of opera tone sounded in the quiet ancestral house.

"Did you see the sign with the word "Feng" written on it? That room over there is the place where the Feng family worships their ancestors. There are some tablets of the Feng family's ancestors."

Feng Yi pushed the door open and walked into the room. He glanced around and found nothing special.

It's clean inside and the space is quite large.

I also saw some tablets with the names of the Feng family’s ancestors written on them, and the overall look did have a sense of ritual. But Feng Yi had never heard these names mentioned by his elders, nor had he heard them from others. Go up three generations and there are fewer people who remember them.

He looked around the room carefully again.

How can I put it, there is nothing too unexpected, and it can be seen from the layout inside that no outsiders have been here for a long time. The so-called ancestral home, the place where ancestors are worshiped, indeed no one cares about these anymore in this era, but...

A task of 100 million!

That's it? ! !

It’s not that I don’t respect the deceased, but in recent decades, people have gradually simplified the process of worship and sweeping. If a generation like Feng Yi had not received this task, he would not have the concept of an ancestral hall. I've only seen some of them in TV dramas, and I don't associate them with myself at all. When I sweep graves during the Qingming Festival, I rarely care about people three generations up.

It’s hard to imagine that the 100 million mission is in this place?

But now that he had arrived, Feng Yi did not immediately look for the genealogy. After taking a look, there were no mats for kneeling like those in the TV series, and there were no incense, paper, etc., so Feng Yi stood in front of those tablets and worshiped.

Later, Feng Yi was about to search for the genealogy and ask Uncle Mute if he had any clues. He turned around and saw Uncle Mute waving, and a voice message was converted from his smartphone:

"Okay, that's enough. Come here quickly!"

Feng Yi:? ? ?

No, what does "just meaning is enough" mean?

Seeing that Uncle Dumb had already walked out, Feng Yi quickly followed.

Uncle Ya took Feng Yi to another house. There was a blue brick wall in the house that was no different from the surrounding one.

Uncle Mute pulled open the cover on the wall to reveal the fingerprint lock inside.

Feng Yi:! ! !

Uncle Dumb raised his thumb and pressed on the fingerprint recognition interface, then took a step back and motioned for Feng Yi to press on it too.

Feng Yi looked confused. He stepped forward and followed Uncle Mute's posture, raised his right thumb and pressed it.

With a beep, a door opened in the middle of a seemingly complete wall.

Uncle Dumb didn't go in this time, and made a gesture to let Feng Yi go in alone.

Feng Yi did some mental construction for himself, always feeling that he knew some incredible information.

After looking inside, it didn't seem to be anything special, but it was made so mysterious that I felt more and more nervous.

But now that he has come this far, Feng Yi has no intention of retreating.

Take a deep breath, lift your feet and walk indoors.

The moment he walked in, the door moved away from the wall and closed again.

Feng Yi became even more nervous.

As the door on the wall closes, many lights light up in the seemingly small interior. Can't see any material, not dazzling, but enough lighting.

It was precisely because these lights were on that Feng Yi could see the room clearly. This place is not as small as he thought.

However, there are no ancestral tablets here, nor anything of a sacrificial nature left behind. There are some paintings on the surrounding walls, some of which look like snakes, and some of which are weird. No matter what kind of paintings they are, they are all in a very ancient style.

After sweeping his eyes around, Feng Yi walked along the indoor wall again, but still didn't find the so-called genealogy.

Genealogy…

Where is the family tree?

While muttering, his eyes fell on a circle area in the center of the room.

Looking closer, I saw that this was not an ordinary circle, but a snake biting its own tail to form a circle.

When Feng Yi stepped into the circle, the money he wore around his neck automatically hung up.

One side of the snake pattern on the coin emits blue light, and at the same time, a high-frequency sound spreads from it.

Feng Yi heard it very vaguely, because except for the short period of the high-frequency sound at the beginning, the frequency of the subsequent sounds gradually exceeded the range that his ears could hear.

At the same time, not far from him, a pillar nearly one meter high rose from the ground. The upper stone slab of the seemingly seamless stone pillar unfolded, holding up a square object that resembled a book.

Why do I say similar? Because the cover of this book looks so weird!

Snakeskin!

He may not be able to tell the difference between other skins, but he will never admit it wrong with snake skin!

He had never seen this kind of pattern before, but it was different from the feeling that Lu Yue's wallet gave him. It didn't look like the kind of skin that was peeled off directly, but rather like it peeled off automatically...

Snake shed!

Feng Yi even imagined that if such scales existed on a snake, how big would it be?

No, his focus shouldn't be this now!

He looked at the zodiac signs that were still emitting blue light and remained suspended in the money, then looked at the pillars that seemed to grow seamlessly from the ground, and finally focused on the book on the pillars.

I don’t know what kind of material it is made of, but it is simple and has an indescribable aura that makes people’s scalp numb.

The pages turn automatically and quickly without wind.

Feng Yi couldn't see clearly what was written inside. He could only see that there were only a few words written on each page, some long and some short, with different fonts and different writing techniques.

Is this the signature the old butler called?

Is this a family tree?

"This genealogy...is very different from the genealogy I understand..."

No matter how dull he is, no matter how little he pays attention to cutting-edge technology, Feng Yi knows that what is displayed in front of him is not accessible to ordinary people!

At this moment, Feng Yi had the realization that "I am in trouble!"

Feng Yi froze there, the hairs all over his body standing up.

The scary thing is the unknown.

At the same time, he also realized that what lay before him was a road he had never thought of and never understood.

He had a feeling, no, more like an instinct.

Instinct knows what to do.

Just like chickens hatching eggs, birds building nests, spiders weaving webs, and bees making honey.

Can do without learning!

It’s a memory engraved in genes!

If this "genealogy" is compared to a door, the moment you sign your name, you really open the door to the unknown.

The "Family Tree" stopped turning pages, and the blank pages were spread out.

Feng Yi stretched out his hand and wrote his name on the open page with his index finger.

The last stroke fell.

It was like a mist suddenly dispersed.

Through the mist, Feng Yi saw a vague shadow, like a coiled snake.

Consciousness gradually loses control of itself, as if running back and forth on the edge between ancient times and the future, dreams and reality.

A wall away.

Uncle Mute stood quietly at the door. There was a new message alert on his mobile phone. It might be a poker friend on the Internet or an acquaintance from all over the mountain. But at this moment, he did not pay any attention to his mobile phone and completely ignored it. remind.

After waiting for a while, the mute uncle grinned silently, stretched, looked at the sky, and then took out his mobile phone to send messages to several groups:

"The weather in the mountains will change tonight, it will be windy and rainy. Go down the mountain early, don't go to the top of the mountain. Those who live on the mountainside should put away their outdoor valuables, put the chickens and ducks into the cages early, close the doors and windows at night, and drive the cars into the garage. Don’t come out if you have nothing to do. Don’t worry if you’re at the foot of the mountain, just collect your clothes earlier, the water vapor is heavy.”

These groups are residents and staff who live in or near the mountains.

When they saw this message from Uncle Dumb, they all jumped out.

"Is it true? The weather forecast says it will be sunny recently."

"The weather changes quickly in the mountains. Uncle Mute is an old man on the mountain. You are right to listen to his words."

"The newly bought waterproof car mat has a bit of a smell. I put it under the awning in the yard and plan to blow it for a few days. Do I need to put it back in the house? I'm staying on the mountainside tonight."

"Take it, I didn't see Uncle Mute saying that the wind is strong tonight, what should I do if it blows away. Even if it doesn't blow away, it won't be good if all kinds of residual leaves in the mountains are blown up by mud and water."

People in each group took the time to talk, and some looked at the sky outside.

"There's not even a cloud. Is it really raining?"

It’s not that I don’t believe Uncle Ya’s words. People who have lived in Xiaofengshan for a long time or worked for a few years know that Uncle Ya is very accurate in predicting the weather. Every time there is a change, he will tell them in advance, which is better than the weather on his mobile phone. The forecast is much more accurate.

This time Uncle Mute was too exaggerated, and many people were skeptical.

However, as time passed, everyone realized that the weather was not right.

"Isn't it getting dark too early today?"

"I woke up to find that the sunny sky turned cloudy."

"The weather has indeed changed, and the water vapor is a bit heavy. The outdoor hygrometer gave me several notifications."

"The weather on the mountain is unpredictable. Listen to Uncle Mute and get moving quickly!"

When it got dark, the people who stayed on the mountainside were eating dinner and looking out the window from their houses. The visibility was no longer five meters.

Turn on the yard lights and see nothing.

"What a heavy fog!"

"It doesn't necessarily rain when it's foggy, right?"

"It depends on whether the conditions for rain can be met. There is a kind of fog called frontal fog."

"Really? It's foggy like this in this season? Isn't it normal?"

"Don't care if it's normal or not, I'll take a video first!"

The man said, picked up his phone, opened the door, and started taking pictures of the scene outside.

"All the snakes on the other side of the isolation net are gone!"

Wang Jin She, who was usually very arrogant at night, had no idea where to hide at this time. The only sound around him was the rustling of leaves when the wind blew.

The wind is getting stronger.

Raindrops hit me head-on, stinging my face.

The fog has not dispersed, and not all water vapor has turned into raindrops.

Too high air humidity makes breathing uncomfortable.

The man couldn't bear it anymore and retreated into the house unwillingly.

Soon, the rain became heavier and was carried by the strong wind, hitting the windows with a crackling sound.

The cell phone signal went from full bar to one bar.

Out of sight of them.

The thickening clouds in the sky are pressing down from top to bottom!

The rolling thunder sounded like a giant beast was trampling above.

The strong wind whipped up water mist, rushing through the mountains with great ferocity.

It’s not a spiritual revival, there’s no cauldron of zodiac signs, so don’t think too much.

Feng Yi is just going to change a little from now on.