Chapter 33 Chapter 32 Decisive Battle

The hanging lake was blasted and caused a terrible flash flood. The lake full of water rushing down from the cliff was no less imposing than a roaring army!The flood carries an irresistible force, and all obstacles that appear on its way forward are instantly swallowed by this force and disappear without a trace. Luo Fei had seen the severity of mountain torrents in Mihong village before, and the scale of that torrent compared with the current one was no different from the difference between a trickle and the Lancang River. If this roaring flood rushes into the Hamo village, it will undoubtedly be a disaster, and all the villagers living by the pool will not be spared!

After the water gradually stopped, the shocking loud noise still echoed in the valley, although it was far away, it lasted for a long time. Luo Fei and the others stood there in a daze, looking at the blasted cliff and the valley where the flood disappeared in the distance, their expressions were in a trance, as if they were still in a dream. Yes, they had just experienced a dream, a nightmare meeting with the Grim Reaper! However, the Grim Reaper seemed to be joking, and after meeting them face to face, he passed by in a hurry and disappeared without a trace. The Hanging Lake didn't overturn the Hamo people. Most of the torrents crossed the dwarf mountain where the uncanny valley was located, and headed towards the valley in the southwest direction.

The expressions on the faces of the people who had escaped from the dead were astonishment and surprise. Most of them didn't seem to know what happened. For thousands of years, the lake water overflowing from the top of the hanging lake has always flowed down the cliff and poured into the mountain pool on the north side of the dwarf mountain. But tonight, after the cliff was blasted, why did the falling lake water cross the cliff? A low mountain? After witnessing the whole process of the mountain torrent, Luo Fei's heart was as clear as a mirror: Potential energy!It was the potential energy contained in the hanging lake itself that made Hamo Village escape the catastrophe.

When the cliff was blasted, the lake water escaped, and during the falling process, the gravitational potential energy was quickly converted into flow velocity, and below it happened to be a smooth arc-shaped mountain wall, through which the originally descending torrent flowed. After this section of the mountain wall, there is already a considerable horizontal initial velocity. It is this horizontal initial velocity that allows the flood to leap forward a long distance after breaking away from the mountain wall, and finally crosses the short mountain and rushes into the the other side of the valley.

This principle is just like the curved curved leather tube connected to the water faucet.When the switch is turned very small and the water flow is trickling, the potential energy in the water is consumed in the friction with the pipe wall, so the initial velocity of the water flowing out of the leather pipe is very small, and it can only drop powerlessly on the pipe wall. On the contrary, if the switch is turned up, the water that finally flows out of the nozzle can be poured to a place far in front by the potential energy. Although An Mi doesn't have the knowledge of physics like Luo Fei, but he can roughly see the way of it.After the initial apprehension calmed down a little, a surge of joy for the rest of his life surged from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help shouting in Hamo language: "The mountain torrent is going to the 'Valley of Uncanny'! The devil wants to drown Our village, but the great gods bless the Hamo people, the evil plan is doomed to fail!"

At this time, many clansmen also woke up from a dream. They echoed the leader's words and burst into cheers. Yue Dongbei stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat oozing from his bald head, muttering repeatedly: "It's dangerous, it's dangerous! I almost lost my old life here!" Xu Xiaowen's face was also pale from fright just now, but now she came back to her senses a little, and she realized that her hands were clenched on Luo Fei's arms at some point.The girl's face flushed again "suddenly". Fortunately, everyone was in danger at that time, and no one noticed her action. She quickly retracted her hand, and at the same time secretly glanced at Follow Luo Fei.

Luo Fei's attention seemed to be focused on other places.After he frowned and pondered for a moment, he suddenly thought of something again, and hastily reached into his robe, and took out the note he found in the cave. "High Priest, please take a look, what is written on it?" Luo Fei asked Suo Turan. Suo Turan took the note and glanced at it, then immediately handed it to Anmi: "Master Anmi, this is for you." An Mi quickly read the contents of the note, his expression changed, and he looked at Luo Fei coldly: "Who gave you this?" "No one gave it to me." Luo Fei replied truthfully, "I found it in the cave."

An Mi didn't speak, just looked at Luo Fei, somewhat distrustful. "Lord An Mi, we should trust this friend from afar." Xu Xiaowen finally couldn't help but said, "If he didn't really want to help us, why would he risk his life just now to tell us that the Hanging Lake will be blown up? ?” An Mi naturally knew that Xu Xiaowen's words were reasonable, but the Yakuma incident undoubtedly formed a deep grudge in his heart. He "hummed" indifferently, then looked away, and turned his attention to the note again. . This time he looked very carefully and focused, as if he was thinking about something.After a while, he raised his head and asked Soturan, "High Priest, what do you think I should do?"

Suo Turan also read the contents of the note clearly. After pondering for a while, he slowly shook his head: "It's probably a trap, it's better not to go." An Mi smiled slightly, and suddenly he turned around, held up the note, and said loudly to his clansmen: "You still remember the young man who stole the sacred object half a year ago? He is the descendant of the demon Li Dingguo! Now he is back again, and has given me a challenge book!" There was a commotion among the clansmen, everyone was either surprised or angry, whispering and discussing. But seeing An Mi spread the note in front of his eyes, he read the above content: "The leader of the Hamo tribe, An Mi: I am Li Tinghui, a descendant of the hero Li Dingguo. We need to settle the grievances between our generations for more than three hundred years. Great changes tonight Afterwards, I will wait for you in the Uncanny Valley, you can only come here alone, we will go to that cave together, and I will convince you to lose."

There was a sound of cursing among the clansmen, and someone shouted: "Heroes are the honor that the gods reward our Hamo warriors. How can a devil with a heart like a snake have the right to call himself a hero!" An Mi waved his hand to calm everyone down, and then he said: "The enemy invited me to a decisive battle in the Valley of Fear, and the high priest of Soturan said that I couldn't go. But I am a descendant of Aliya, so would I be afraid of the power of demons? Is it? I will tell him what a real hero is!" An Mi's words were sonorous and forceful, and for a while, all the people in the clan were excited.The four attendants even drew their swords in their hands and shouted in unison: "My lord, we will go with you!"

But An Mi waved his hand: "No! I'll go alone. There is only one person on the other side. If we rely on numbers to win, we will inevitably be ridiculed by outsiders. And..." He laughed again, "If he Wasn't it troublesome to be frightened by our warriors and refused to show up? In such a big jungle, if he really hides, it's really not easy to find him." The clansmen also laughed. In their eyes, the leader is undoubtedly the most powerful warrior in the world. If any enemy appears in front of him, he will surely face the fate of destruction. Xu Xiaowen and Suo Turan frowned slightly, showing a little worry about An Mi's confidence. An Mi noticed the emotions of these two people. He turned his head, looked at Suo Turan and said, "High Priest, please put away your unnecessary worries. What you should do now is to offer good wine to see you off. Then , you just wait for the good news of my victorious return." Soon, the fine wine was served.Soturan poured a big bowl full for An Mi.An Mi drank it down in one gulp, his face flushed, adding a bit of arrogance.Then he smashed the wine bowl to the ground and said to the people: "Warriors of Hamo, after I leave, the guards of the village will be handed over to you. The enemy has taken advantage of it." Seeing everyone echoing in unison, An Mi nodded in satisfaction, then he called four followers, whispered something, then looked at Luo Fei: "Luo, before the final results of many things, I still have to wrong you. " Luo Fei understood the meaning of the other party's words, he couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, four attendants came over and tied his hands behind his back again. An Mi was finally relieved, he took a torch, and under the awe and anticipation eyes of the clansmen, he embarked on the journey to the uncanny valley. In the jihad more than three hundred years ago, Aliya succeeded in a surprise attack on Li Dingguo, and later cut off the opponent's head himself, winning that confrontation.Time flies, and under the arrangement of fate, their descendants will start a new round of life-and-death struggle. And this time, who will be the final winner? An Mi held his head high, held a torch in his left hand, and pressed his right hand tightly on the handle of the knife at his waist. His steps were steady and his eyes were firm.When you see him, you will feel that his whole body is filled with a kind of momentum, a kind of unstoppable domineering. Bravery, wisdom, anger, sense of justice, honor, and responsibility, he has almost all the conditions for a hero to win, and he has enough reasons to face the coming final battle with pride and confidence. Who knows what state and mood the other protagonist in the battle, the young man who was imprisoned in the Kunming Mental Hospital, Li Dingguo's descendant Li Yanhui, will be at this moment? Except for the warriors who were assigned to patrol the village, almost all the Hamo people gathered at the sacrificial ground at this time, and they were waiting for the triumphant return of their leader.The saint has recovered, and the revived "demon" is about to be defeated. The fear and uneasiness that has been accumulated for half a year finally has a chance to dissipate tonight. They need this victory so badly.For those tribesmen who grew up listening to jihad legends, the epic stories of tribal heroes have become the most glorious spiritual pillar in their lives. If this pillar collapses, then for these people who still live in the deep jungle, What will it mean? Mengsha is also in the crowd at the moment, and he has an extraordinary understanding of this issue.Therefore, when he looked at the road leading to the mountain forest from the entrance of the village, his expression became more devout, and his eyes became more anxious. Luo Fei was also waiting.He came here for the medical case that happened in Longzhou City, but here he was involved in a grievance spanning a century.He originally thought that he had roughly figured out the context, but what happened tonight showed that he still underestimated the complexity of this grievance.It is like a huge vortex that has been formed long ago, you can feel it, and even be in it, but you have no power to stop it from continuing to spin, and you have no power to retain those things that are about to be destroyed in the vortex. Luo Fei had never experienced this kind of feeling in his past investigation experience, and he even felt a little helpless and sad about it.All he can do now, perhaps, is try his best to protect those innocent people from being swallowed by the terrible vortex. Yakuma, Bai Jian'e, Dierga, Xue Mingfei, Wu Qun, Zhao Liwen... Too many people have died, but what fate will the living face? Luo Fei's eyes swept across the Hamo people, and finally stopped on Xu Xiaowen.The other party happened to be looking at him too, and when their eyes met, Xu Xiaowen immediately showed a smile of relief and trust.However, this smile made Luo Fei feel a pain in his heart. He had a vague premonition, a premonition that the situation was about to go beyond his control. Luo Fei's mood had some wonderful changes.For the first time in his heart, that innate curiosity was suppressed by another emotion.He suddenly hoped that An Mi's trip would solve all the problems and bring everything to an end, even if the unsolved mysteries might be buried forever. With everyone in such a state of mind, after a long wait, An Mi finally came back. It was late at night, the mountain wind was bleak, and there was not a single star in the gloomy sky.Holding a torch in his hand, An Mi emerged from the jungle and walked towards the crowd step by step.His walking was very slow, and he looked very tired, but his walking posture was normal, and he didn't look like he was injured. "Lord An Mi is back!" Someone shouted first, and the clansmen immediately burst into joy. The originally tense emotions were relaxed at this moment, and everyone was smiling. Anyone can imagine that since An Mi came back safely, he must have won the decisive battle with the "demon". An Mi turned a deaf ear to the cheers of the clansmen, and he continued to walk slowly, with his head slightly lowered, his eyes downcast, and he only looked at the ground three or four meters away in front of him.Apart from the alternate movement of his feet, he didn't make any unnecessary movements all over his body, like a marionette who can only walk.When he got closer and closer, and finally came to the sacrificial field, the noisy crowd fell silent, and the smiles froze on everyone's faces, because everyone felt an unusual atmosphere. An Mi came back safely, but it was only for his body.However, too many things in his spirit disappeared. Pride, confidence, courage, and even dignity have nothing to do with him.He hunched over like a humble prisoner, with a dull expression. Compared with the heroic domineering when he left the village, he was completely different. "Master An Mi?" Suo Turan stepped forward and called out anxiously. An Mi stopped and looked up at Suo Turan in a trance. After a while, he glanced at the surrounding clansmen again. His eyes were empty and without any brilliance. Those people who were cared for by him seemed to have suddenly disappeared. All of them became strangers. "An Mi, what's wrong with you? Have you seen him?" Luo Fei realized that something was wrong and asked loudly. This cry seemed to make An Mi wake up a little bit. He turned his head and said to the followers guarding Luo Fei: "Let him go... Dierga's death has nothing to do with him, and it was originally a damned people." The attendants quickly untied the ropes that bound Luo Fei. While rubbing his painful wrist, he looked suspiciously at the leader of the Hamo tribe not far away who had changed his temperament. All the people present were at a loss at this moment, and ordinary people did not dare to speak much due to their status, so they could only wait anxiously.After pondering for a while, Soturan stepped forward again, asking everyone the question hidden in their hearts: "My lord, that demon...have you already defeated him?" An Mi's body trembled, as if he had been hit by something in the sore spot of his heart. He didn't answer the other party's question, but muttered to himself: "The devil...defeat him?" Suddenly, he laughed "chi" one after another, continuously, but there was no joy in the laughter, but full of sadness and mockery.At the same time, he stared at Soturan with a strange gaze, conveying an extremely desperate emotion. Suo Turan was so stared at by him, he tremblingly asked: "My lord, you...why are you laughing?" An Mi didn't speak, but just laughed louder and more sadly, and at the end, the laughter was no different from the wailing of pain.The surrounding clansmen could no longer hold their breath at this time, they began to talk among themselves, most of them had terrified expressions on their faces. Seeing this situation, Shui Yiqi couldn't help frowning, he took two steps forward, and shouted: "Lord Anmi!" They were all suppressed by him. An Mi's laughter also stopped abruptly, and he looked at Shui Yiji blankly, as if he had lost his soul. Shui Yi's etiquette remained the same, he bowed, clasped his hands together and said, "My lord, why did you do this? Even if you are defeated, the hundreds of warriors of the Hamo tribe are still there, and the jihad spirit passed down from generation to generation is still there. The great Ali Ya and Herai will still bless and protect us, victory will be ours, and the demon will be punished for his crimes just like his ancestors." Shui Yiji's words were sonorous and forceful, and the emotions of the clansmen were temporarily appeased. They all remained silent and turned their eyes to An Mi, waiting for the leader's answer. An Mi stood in a daze, not knowing what was going on in her mind. "My lord, please order!" Shui Yiji said loudly again, "As long as you wave your knife and shout, I, Shui Yiji, will definitely be the first to rush to the Valley of Fear. Even if my blood is exhausted, I will fight to the death with that demon!" There was a clattering sound in the square, but many clansmen had drawn their knives, which was regarded as a response to Shui Yiji. An Mi finally reacted, he threw away the torch, and pulled out his scimitar with both hands. This is a hero's knife passed down from generation to generation, and Ali Ya used it to cut off Li Dingguo's head. An Mi held the handle of the knife and looked at it for a long time, a helpless wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he suddenly turned the blade, put the tip of the knife on his heart, exerted force with his wrist, and stabbed it straight in with a "poof". This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.The scene suddenly became chaotic, with exclamations and mourning one after another.Suo Turan couldn't catch his breath, he just felt dizzy and wanted to fall down.Seeing that his words had such consequences, Shui Yiji was so frightened that he bowed to the ground: "Master Anmi!" Luo Fei was also quite surprised, he was relatively close, and reacted quickly, he rushed over with two strides, and held the crumbling An Mi in his arms.The four attendants followed closely, and the six gods knelt together at Anmi's feet without a master. Soon, Xu Xiaowen also rushed over, her face was full of anxiety, and even her voice was crying: "Lord Anmi, you...why are you doing this?" Hearing Xu Xiaowen's cry, An Mi felt like a drowning man grabbing a straw in the water, a flash of life suddenly flashed in his desperate eyes, he struggled to get away from Luo Fei, and knelt down in front of Xu Xiaowen. Xu Xiaowen was completely lost, she quickly squatted down and supported the other person's shoulder: "Master Anmi...you..." An Mi stared closely at Xu Xiaowen's eyes: "Great saint, you...you must promise me." "Promise what?" "Save..." An Mi turned her eyes to the panicked crowd, "Save our people." Under the current situation, Xu Xiaowen couldn't allow too much thinking, she replied without thinking: "I promise you, I will, as long as I can do it." "You can... Only you can do it." An Mi showed a relieved smile on his face. He could no longer support his seriously injured body, and fell softly into Xu Xiaowen's arms. The blood flowing from Anmi's chest stained Xu Xiaowen's white clothes red.While the latter called An Mi's name, he looked at Luo Fei beside him with pleading eyes. "Zhou Liwei!" Luo Fei helped Xu Xiaowen to support An Mi, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Don't come to save her!" Zhou Liwei and Yue Dongbei also rushed over at this time, the former briefly inspected An Mi's injury, then shook his head helplessly. "No, don't save me." An Mi withdrew Zhou Liwei's hand, and he looked at Xu Xiaowen devoutly, "Dear saint, please forgive...forgive my cowardice, I, I don't have the courage...to bear... ..." His voice was getting lower and lower, obviously unable to hold on anymore. "What do you undertake?" Luo Fei hurriedly asked. "Suffering..." An Mi suddenly grabbed Xu Xiaowen's hand and said with the last ounce of strength, "Please, please bear it, the saint's... handed down suffering..." After saying this, An Mi's breath could no longer come out, but he still stared at Xu Xiaowen with his eyes wide open.It wasn't until Xu Xiaowen nodded vigorously that he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had fulfilled a certain wish, and slowly closed his eyes. "Lord An Mi!" Suo Turan burst into tears, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground, and Shui Yiji stood up quickly to support him.At this time, in the square, the cries were already ringing out.The bravest warrior of the Hamo tribe, the beloved leader of Anmi died, but the enemy was still in sight. Desperation enveloped the hearts of every tribe in an instant. The result of this duel was unexpected by Luo Fei.During the three or four hours after An Mi left, the other party obviously dealt a fatal blow to his spiritual world.This blow made An Mi, who was so confident that he was almost proud, finally ended his own life by committing suicide. This may seem contradictory, but it actually makes sense.The more proud a person is, the easier it is to have a complete collapse when the spiritual pillar of his confidence is knocked down. The crux of the problem is, what is it that can break An Mi's spiritual pillar and deprive him of all his glory and dignity? While thinking about this question, Luo Fei inspected An Mi's body. Except for the knife he killed himself, there was not a single wound on his body, not even a trace of a fight. So, how was the duel that just happened? There was an unusual thing that attracted Luo Fei's attention: An Mi had been holding something tightly in the palm of his right hand, even when he drew his knife to commit suicide, the thing had never been loosened. The body of the deceased was not yet stiff, Luo Fei gently opened his fingers and took out the lump. Soft leather product, yellowish in white.Just before An Mi left, Luo Fei had seen this thing, it was the sheepskin map found on Dierga's body. Is this map left by Li Yanhui?What is his intention?Luo Fei unfolded the map in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. Although he has seen this map twice, but hastily, and now after experiencing some things, he re-examined it with a purpose, and soon made new discoveries. The topography and mountain appearance of the uncanny valley are drawn on the map, and several special areas are marked with red pens.On the northernmost side of the map, the red dot next to the mountain pond undoubtedly represents the village of the Hamo people; the red dot on the southern slope of the short mountain in the middle is the location of the Uncanny Valley, which should represent Li Dingguo The place where the army is stationed; and further south, after exiting the uncanny valley, there is a narrow mountain pass between the two peaks. The terrain here is dangerous, like a gate, and it is the only exit from the uncanny valley to the outside world in the north. There is also a red dot marked in the mountain pass, which is where the Qing army camp was.Wu Sangui's army guarded this "gate" and besieged Li Dingguo's remnants in the Valley of Terror. Another red mark on the map is the location of the hanging lake.Different from other red dots, this mark is painted as a red flame, the meaning of which Luo Fei has realized before: this is the place where Li Dingguo buried the gunpowder to explode the lake. Starting from the hanging lake, there is a strange curve winding north. This curve is painted in black and follows the curve of the mountain. This is the direction of the torrent!Luo Fei was shocked. In the explosion that happened not long ago, the water in the lake was rushing along this curve, rushing to the north! In the blank space of the map, there are many strange things written, including words, numbers, and more symbols, densely packed but neatly arranged.Luo Fei didn't know those symbols, but when he saw clearly a sketch among them, his heart suddenly brightened. Those are two straight lines, connected by a smooth arc in the middle, matching the landform of the cliff at the hanging lake. These are ancient calculations!Luo Fei almost couldn't help crying out, the flood that was blown away crossed the dwarf mountain and flowed to the northern mountain pass. It was drawn on Li Dingguo's military map more than a hundred years ago! Li Dingguo planted explosives on the Xuanhu Lake. It was definitely not the Hamo village that was going to be blown up, but the Qing army camp in the northern mountain pass! Li Yanhui blew up the Xuanhu Lake, and left the map in the village before blowing up the lake. Is it just to prove this? Yes, everything is logical in terms of chronological analysis.The map must appear before the lake was bombed in order to be convincing, and Li Yanhui knew that the lake would not destroy Hamo Village, so it was reasonable to make a "duel" agreement before the lake was bombed. Luo Fei raised his head in astonishment, he had just discovered a big secret, which had been sealed for hundreds of years; and everyone in front of him at this time was still kept in the dark by this secret. Ali Ya unjustly killed Li Dingguo!If this is indeed the case, then the jihad that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Hamo tribe is not only meaningless, but also an indelible shame for the entire tribe! Luo Fei's brain was a little swollen, he knew he couldn't tell this secret.This secret may be just a distorted history for me, but for the Hamo people, it is related to the belief and spiritual power of the entire tribe that have been passed down for hundreds of years.If they believed their speculation, there was no doubt that everyone, like An Mi, would lose all sense of tribal honor and the courage to continue fighting in an instant. Luo Fei glanced at the surrounding Hamo people with complex meanings. He saw Mengsha, Anmi's entourage, Suo Turan, and Shui Yiji. Finally, his gaze stayed on on Xu Xiaowen's body. Xu Xiaowen had already put down An Mi's body, and she was sitting by the side, taking a roll of letters wrapped in sheepskin from Shui Yiji's hand. Judging from the fineness, it is obviously a very old thing.Luo Fei knew that this was the suffering passed down from generation to generation by the saintess, and he had even vaguely guessed the content of it. From Soturan down, all the clansmen stood aside respectfully at this moment, with solemn expressions.Only Shui Yiji was still by Xu Xiaowen's side.At this time, the latter took the letter out of the sheepskin and presented it to him. "No, don't look." Luo Fei shouted subconsciously, stood up at the same time, and took two steps forward. Xu Xiaowen turned her head and looked at Luo Fei with wide eyes. She recalled the words Yakumato Shuiyidiki passed on to her: "The saint must be fully prepared. Once she chooses to open the letter, she will Bearing the suffering of the entire tribe alone, there is no room for turning back.” Shui Yiji pulled out his waist knife and stopped in front of Luo Fei, his expression was extremely majestic and inviolable. "Luo, please step back." Soturan said solemnly, "The family rules of the Hamo tribe for generations, when the saint is reading the suffering, only the guard of the saint can guard her, and no one else can approach and disturb." Luo Fei smiled wryly and shook his head.Yes, the suffering is written in Chinese, and the saintess must understand Chinese, while the saintess guards are strictly forbidden to learn Chinese, so the content of the suffering can be passed down from generation to generation among the saints, and at the same time, it has not been leaked for hundreds of years. Xu Xiaowen looked at Luo Fei, feeling a moment of hesitation in her heart, but when she looked away, she saw her clansmen again.They looked terrified, and the sudden change had touched the bottom line of their psychological defense.Now, everyone including Soturan looked at him expectantly, and he became their only remaining hope. Finally, she made up her mind, and after giving Luo Fei a faint smile, she opened the letter and began to read the content on it. She looked at it quietly, and the beautiful handwriting on the letter brought her back to the gossip more than three hundred years ago.She felt the grievances, the sublime and the ugly, and her heart was shocked again and again.After a while, two clear teardrops welled up from her eyes and slid down her cheeks. After reading the contents of the letter, Xu Xiaowen stood up.The mountain wind passed by, blowing her long hair.After the tears in the corners of her eyes dried up, her body was upright and her expression became much more determined. Luo Fei not far away was amazed by her changes in this short period of time.She has transformed from a youthful student into a true saint, a great saint who bears responsibility, suffering and the fate of the tribe. The corner of Luo Fei's mouth turned bitter. The saint glanced at her people with firm and caring eyes. When everyone met her eyes, they felt a kind of warm power, and everyone's glory and courage gradually reunited around this power. "Let's go. Make a deal with the 'demon' in the valley." Finally, she looked at Shui Yidiki beside her and said solemnly.