Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Fang Mu did not and did not dare to tell anyone about the abnormal events that happened to him, and asking others for help would only drag them into trouble, which would not be of any benefit to himself or others.

He really wanted to say that man can conquer heaven, but that's what the protagonist in the novel is qualified to say. He is just an ordinary person without any magical power.

If the future could be changed, then he would not have lived to this day. He should have died on the day of the physical education exam ten years ago because he couldn't find a suitable source of heart.

Fang Mu's heart is like a flame that is about to burn out, despair is the future he can see at a glance.

He cut off contact with the outside world and was silent at home alone for three days and three nights. Apart from maintaining the basic three meals a day and sleeping, he remained silent at other times. He spent more time in a daze than in thinking. Even thinking was cranky. .

After intermittent daydreams, Fang Mu opened the travel app on his mobile phone, swallowed, and pressed the train ticket to southern Guinan with his trembling thumb.

"The trap is the trap, and the death is the death." Fang Mu looked at the interface showing the successful booking as if giving himself a psychological hint, and said to himself, "I just want to pursue an answer now, even if the answer is very hopeless. ..."

On May 2023, 5, Fang Mu carried a travel bag on his back and went to the field alone. He also did not tell anyone about his itinerary.

Fang Muyi has a withdrawn personality and doesn’t care about socializing. He seldom communicates with relatives and friends. His silent but steady personality is well known and taken for granted. If Fang Muyi doesn’t show up for a month or two, they won’t worry about it. When Fang Mu encountered any trouble, he only thought that he should probably stay at home.If there is something urgent, just call him and go to his house to find him.

On the bullet train to southern Guinan, Fang Mu had no rest and no time to look at the scenery. He just reviewed the contents of the diary and highlighted the key points, while using his mobile phone to look up the names mentioned in the diary.

Toad God, the totem god of the local clan, is in charge of sleep, wealth, knowledge and the power of darkness. There are still people who believe in him in the Southern Guangxi Plateau and Northern Plains of China.What is more amazing is that in other parts of the world where there is no historical record of cultural integration, there are actually believers of the toad god, and the records of this god are almost the same. Some scholars boldly guessed that, perhaps in the very distant past, in the human race Before the birth of graphic records, there really existed such a toad-like creature, which appeared in the sight of human ancestors and brought favors to human ancestors.

Nongshan, there is no record on the Internet.Nong is a local dialect in southern Guangxi, but it is also an inaccurate pronunciation. The accurate pronunciation is "non", which means "sleep" and "sleep".

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Fang Mu tried his best to search for relevant information, but his gains were limited. He secretly sighed, it seems that in order to find out other things, he still had to communicate with the locals.

After the bullet train arrived in a second-tier city in southern Guangxi, Fang Mu got off the train and went to the station to buy a bus ticket to the town mentioned in the diary, with almost no stops on the way.

After getting out of the car in the small town, Fang Mu was greeted by a dark-skinned man.

"You are the tour guide Mo Guangning who I booked on the travel app, right?" Fang Mu vaguely recognized the other party's appearance by comparing it with the photo of the tour guide's ID in his mobile phone order.

"Yes, Boss Fang, nice to meet you, welcome to our Ganwai Town." The man nodded and grinned, showing two rows of neat white teeth.

The tour guide himself is much darker than his ID photo. He looks not too different from those farmers who often farm under the sun. It can be seen that a private tour guide is not an easy job.

Mo Guangning drove the car that Fang Mu had rented locally, and drove Fang Mu to the hotel they booked. While driving, Mo Guangning kept introducing the local beautiful natural scenery and delicious food, and at the same time observed the employer's reaction. .

When Mo Guangning found that Fang Mu was not interested in the few tourist attractions he mentioned, and his reaction was even a little perfunctory, he stopped recommending, but asked: "Boss, do you already have one?" What are your plans, is there somewhere you want to go?"

He can be regarded as the best private tour guide in the local area. He knows how to read words and expressions. Generally speaking, employers who are not interested in the sightseeing spots and local delicacies proposed by him either have plans for themselves, or he is not here to travel at all.

If the employer is the former, don’t talk nonsense. The boss is more assertive. He can go wherever he wants, and he just stays with him. If it is the latter, he often needs to be more vigilant.

This is the border of the Shenzhou region, it's not tourism, it's just "business talk"...

"Do you know Wenyatun?" Fang Mu asked softly, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Hearing this, Mo Guangning's expression changed, he was a little surprised, but he still nodded: "I know, that's my hometown."

Hearing the tour guide's words, Fang Mu immediately turned his head, his eyes turned to stare at him: "Then do you know Nongshan?"

"Nongshan..." Mo Guangning murmured, frowning, with worry and apprehension in his eyes, "Boss, do you want to go to that place? There's nothing interesting there."

Mo Guangning suddenly regretted accepting this order. He didn't expect that his employer was neither here for tourism, nor for "business talks", but...

"I know, I've heard about it." Fang Mu nodded. He felt that the tour guide was taboo about this place, and his mood seemed to become a little heavy. He didn't continue to ask questions for the time being, but kept silent.

It was not until dinner time that Fang Mu continued to ask at the table: "How much does Brother Mo know about Nongshan?"

As if he had forgotten his troubles, Mo Guangning, who was cooking happily, suddenly froze, as if the delicious food had lost its taste, but upholding his professionalism, he patiently replied: "Nongshan is a local restaurant in our area. Savage Mountain is related to the sacrificial culture of a god in our local belief. In the past, every April of the lunar calendar, we would go into the mountain, open an altar in the mountain, perform rituals, and worship the gods. Few people enter that mountain..."

He said, his lips were a little dry, and he took a sip of tea, as if he had suppressed the fear that came back, and continued: "After all, that mountain, that mountain is somewhat evil."

"What kind of evil method?" Fang Mu was infected by the trembling voice of the other party, and his heart beat uncomfortably along with Mo Guangning's shaking pupils.

"Many people... Many people never came out after entering that mountain." After drinking the tea, Mo Guangning still felt a little dry mouth, afraid Fang Mu would not believe it, so he used his own experience as an example, "Before Among my elementary school classmates in the same village, there were three naughty bad boys who did not follow the advice of the elders in the village and entered the mountain. As a result, two mysteriously disappeared, and the remaining one became a vegetable. come over."