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Chapter 481 The level of the mask?
Su Xin mixed some ginseng syrup for Bai Ying, put some powder in it, and put it next to her sleeping bag.

Whether she wants to drink it or not, and whether she wants to live or not is up to her.

That's all she can do.

As for the two Xiaohui and Zhixiang who were still in a high fever and comatose, Su Xin took some white ash and mixed it with ginseng water, and poured it down for them.

After a while, the two of them "vomited", bowed and curled up into a ball, and began to vomit sideways.

All that was vomited was white and sticky stuff.

After vomiting, drink the remaining ginseng water, and the consciousness of the two slowly regained consciousness.

Looking at the three of Su Xin in front of them, they gradually integrated what they sensed when their consciousness was dim with reality.

In fact, during the two days when they were lethargic, their consciousness had been in a dissociated state.

I can vaguely sense what's happening outside, but I can't get in touch with my own body.

So now that their consciousness has recovered, they naturally know that other teammates have left them.

When the two of them got better, they came to see Bai Ying. Seeing that Bai Ying had only skinny legs left, an inexplicable fear enveloped their bodies and minds.

...The bead string was obtained by Su Xin after she slapped the invisibility and lightness amulet on herself when she heard the second scream, and then took it from Su Geer.

For a master who can easily do a job in the Ten Thousand Ghost Formation, it is simply too easy to do this.

After Su Xin handled the affairs of Bai Ying and the three of them, she was ready to go on.

At this time, there was an echo from the valley, which was a scream that was even more shrill.

What is contained in this voice is the real despair and pain, but what does it have to do with her.

Seeing that the water bottle next to Bai Ying's sleeping bag was empty, Su Xin felt at ease. This is the right choice for a truly strong-minded person.

Su Xin told Bai Ying and the others: "We have already called for help for you, and sent out the coordinates here. The search and rescue team will find it in about two or three days. The food here is enough for you for four or five days. share……"

The three of them were full of gratitude, but because they had experienced so many things suddenly, they were very depressed.

Just as the three of Su Xin walked a certain distance, a man with a bag on his back followed up panting.

Su Xin remembered that his name was Zhixiang, he was about 26, he was thin, his skin was dark, and his face was more mature than his peers.

It was the son of one of the archaeological team that all died unexpectedly in Bai Ying's narration.

In fact, Su Xin felt that it would be more useful for their investigation if someone with a knowledge of mask culture was in the team.

But their physical condition is there, if they follow, it will definitely slow down their progress, and even at some critical moments, because there is no tacit understanding, more troubles may arise.

I only heard Zhixiang say: "Thank you for saving us, but this trip to Xiaoyao Village has been planned for a long time, and I don't want to give up halfway. Back then, I saw my father take back those copies of the masks, and I was fascinated by them every day. Research, and even put the mask I copied on my face, and even dance like in movies and TV, dancing a very weird dance."

"At that time my mother advised him not to study that anymore, it was very evil, but one day...he, he put that mask on my mother's face. Then my mother had nightmares every day, yelling, In the dream, she scratched her face, festered and pus, the last time she woke up and couldn't take it anymore, so she committed suicide by jumping off the building. And three days later, I heard the news that my dad had a car accident..."

"So I know that all of this must be related to the mask of the Nuo God. I must find out the reason. It can be regarded as letting them all die in peace. Please, take me away, I have already told Sister Bai I told Xiaohui that Xiaohui will take care of Sister Bai, they all support me to follow you, I promise I will try not to hold you back, if anything happens, don't take care of me."

Facing this woman who looked even younger than himself, he felt a strong sense of oppression for no reason, and he was a little incoherent when he spoke.

Su Xin looked at Shi Feng and Mo Li. After all, this is a team, and everyone's opinions are the most important.

Mo Li nodded slightly towards Su Xin, he can "see" the most subconscious thoughts and memories of others, and thus judge whether the other party is a trustworthy person.

As for combat power, Su Su is there, the two of them should be able to protect an ordinary person.

Suxin said to Zhixiang: "Okay, you can follow them later."

Zhixiang got the permission and thanked him excitedly. Suxin had already turned around and moved on.

The formation of the team is still Shi Feng at the head, followed by Su Xin, followed by Zhi Xiang, and Mo Li behind.

When he stopped again for a short rest and replenished food and water, Zhixiang took out a map from his bag. It was a rather old sheepskin map, all of which were hand-painted.

Zhixiang said: "This is a map collected by my father before the accident. The lines and dots drawn on it have no words, and I can't understand them at all. Until I saw a travel note, which described the approximate address, and then When we overlap this with the current map, we realize that this is a map leading to that mountain village, and we followed this route before."

Mo Li stood guard nearby, Shi Feng and Su Xin went over to look around, it was indeed so, according to this new road map, it would be much closer.

Zhixiang: "My dad was researching a mask culture and wrote a thick notebook. Because he was so fascinated, he always carried the notebook with him, until my mother forced him to open it. When I was helping him tidy up his desk, I accidentally glanced at it. There were several kinds of facial makeup drawn on the notebook, which were similar to our modern four basic types of kneading, hooking, wiping, and breaking. They all represent different identities, such as emperor, merchant, guest, farmer, thief, prostitute..."

Su Xin felt a little familiar after listening to these, isn't this what was often said in the past.

Su Xin asked: "I also read the travel notes written by Su Qin, which described the masks given to them by the villagers as a blank board. What's the explanation for this?"

Zhixiang shook his head lightly: "I don't know the specific meaning. I vaguely remember that in my father's notebook, it seems that the mask has just been made. It is a white background, and then it is colored layer by layer."

Su Xin asked again: "According to what you said, the masks are divided into three religions and nine streams, so is there a hierarchy between them? I mean, for example, the emperor's mask can suppress the rest of the masks?"

As soon as Su Xin said this, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

Zhixiang subconsciously swallowed his saliva, looked into Suxin's deep eyes, his voice was a little hoarse: "This...maybe, I...my dad seems to be studying this before he died, but it's a pity..."

(End of this chapter)