Chapter 1640

The owner of the inn is an old man. He has heard many related legends. Zhang lie and the extreme team are all curious about the dreamland and deepen their understanding of the dreamland from the old people.

He even took Zhang lie and others to the upstairs room of the Old Inn and showed him a picture of a passenger sketching on the clay wall.

This picture was born in the old days when people were more daring and less afraid to climb the peak of Mount engeraneck.

The old innkeeper heard from his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather... That the passenger who carved this picture once climbed Mount engeraneck and saw the statue, so he specially painted it here for people to see.

The larger rough images on the wall are scribbled and hastily drawn, and are completely taken away from the focus by a group of small figures attached to the side. These things have horns, wings, claws and curly tails, and the image taste is extremely bad.

It's the nightmares they've seen.

The innkeeper said casually: "previously, there was a black cloud on Mount engeraneck. Some of them were transformed by monsters, similar to the nightmares in the legend. Do you really want to go to mount engeraneck?"

Yang zezhan said with a smile: "we are going for nightmares."

The innkeeper sighed: "I used to see some young people climbing Mount engeraneck to show courage, climbing Mount engeraneck to find legends, and climbing Mount engeraneck to challenge themselves. They didn't come back in the end."

Yang Ze said with a smile: "boss, we are different. Engraneck mountain can't stop us. As for your nightmares, we can kill a group of people at will."

The innkeeper shook his head and left in silence. He had seen many young people climbing Mount engeraneck. Many of them couldn't persuade him, so he gave up.

Old age, see more, at first is a habit, later become numb.

After collecting all the information, we set out from the shore of Lake Yas in the early morning to the inland where the rocky engraneck mountains are located.

To his right are rolling mountains, pleasant orchards and small, clean stone farmhouses, which are reminiscent of the fertile fields on both sides of the Skye river.

At night, he had come to the nameless ancient ruins on the other side of Lake Yasi.

The sun is just shining on the vast slope. Here lies an ancient brick and stone foundation, denuded walls, occasionally dotted with collapsed columns and bases, extending desolately to the shore of Lake Yas.

When walking along the road through the ruins, there is a bloody arch at the root of the wall of the old temple. Inside the door is a ladder extending downward, disappearing into the dark depth beyond the sight. When approaching the arch, people can't help shivering.

The road at the foot climbs up the mountain. Along the way, there are more wild and partly forest covered countryside. Within sight, there are only houses of charcoal burners and camps of resin collectors.

The air is filled with the fragrance of pine resin, and the birds are waving their colorful wings in the sun, singing happily.

Near sunset, he met a camp of lava miners, who had just returned from the lower slopes of Mount engeraneck, carrying bulging sacks.

They camped here and listened to the songs and stories of these foreign people.

Someone is whispering that one of their companions is missing.

The man climbed to the top of the mountain in order to pick a good lava mine. However, he did not meet his companion until dark.

The next day, only his turban was found, and there was no sign that he had fallen off the cliff.

They did not continue the search because the old man said it was futile to search again.

No one can find what was taken away by nightmares, although people are not sure whether the beast really exists.

The next day, he and the lava collectors got up at the same time and said goodbye to each other. They're going west, they're going east. The old people blessed them and gave them some warnings. It's better not to climb too high on Mount engranek.

I sincerely thank them, but I didn't listen to the dissuasion.

Climbing along the long mountain road for a long time, at noon, I met some villages composed of abandoned brick houses.

"This is the village of mountain people who used to live nearby and used to carve dolls out of smooth lava mines," said guard Nasi Kam. When the grandfather of the old innkeeper lived, the mountain people still lived here, but from then on, they began to feel that their existence was not welcome. "

"They once built houses on high hillsides, but the higher they went, the more people disappeared at sunset."

"In the end, I left, because people sometimes catch a glimpse of something in the dark, and no one can give an optimistic explanation for it."

"So they finally moved to the seaside and settled in bahana."

They live in a very old area and teach their descendants how to use lava to carve dolls, which is still handed down from generation to generation.

"How do you know that?" Yang Ze asked

Nasi Kam, the guardian, explained: "when searching for clues in the tavern of bahana, it was from the descendants of the displaced mountain people that they inquired about the legend of Mount engranek."

The nearer he got to his goal, the higher the barren and desolate side of Mount engraneck rose above him.

The hillside is low with sparse trees, and then up there are weak shrubs, and then there are bare and ugly rocks. It rises straight into the sky, with clear layers, like a spectrum: first covered with frost, then with ice, and finally with persistent snow.

You can see the cracks on the gloomy rock, and you don't want to climb along it.

In some places, the steam of lava is continuously emitted, and the hillsides and rock shelves are dotted with piles of volcanic cinders.

For others, mount engeraneck is difficult to climb, for everyone, the steep hillside is nothing to say, let alone here.

Perhaps because the climbing journey is too boring, the guardian Nasi Kam suddenly talks about the past legend: "nine hundred trillion years ago, before the gods danced at the top of the mountain, they used fire to speak and roared with the thunder inside the mountain."

Zhang Li raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain: "nine hundred trillion years ago, we didn't see it with our own eyes, but now we just stand in silence and gloom."

Yang Ze said with a smile: "previously, it was said in the camp that there were many empty caves on the mountain, in which there were only ancient darkness, or terrible creatures that ordinary people could not imagine."

"Don't scare me," screamed the Witch of dreams, pretending to be a weak woman

Sun Meng gave a white look and said, "the terrible creation really jumped out. It's not certain who is afraid of who."