Dagong Mountain is towering and towering, surrounded by tulle clouds and mist, and the relaxed green cypresses are like a fairyland.

However, everyone was not in the mood to watch. There was a terrifying monster dormant in the mountains, grinding his teeth and drinking blood waiting for them to arrive. No matter how beautiful the scenery was, it felt creepy.

Wang Yutong took out the parchment roll, compared it with the standard military map, determined the direction, and everyone started climbing the mountain.

It was already early in the morning, the mountains were misty and the moisture was very strong. The leaves were dripping water down, and the face was cold and Xia Qingzhu, who was thin, rubbed his hands.

Hu Zi came over and took off his windbreaker. "Miss Xia, it's not cold to wear this."

"Need not!"

Hu Qingsong stepped forward, glanced at Hu Zi with impatient eyes, took off his clothes, and put them on Xia Qingzhu's body.

Xia Qingzhu felt the windbreaker with Hu Qingsong's body temperature, her pretty face turned slightly red, and she whispered thanks.

"Let's go!"

Hu Qingsong took Xia Qingzhu's hand and ignored Hu Zi directly. The two went up the mountain side by side.

"Ph!" Hu Zi spat, put on his clothes again, and followed behind angrily.

After everyone crawled for two hours, Wang Yutong suddenly stopped, looked at the compass in her hand, and compared it with the military map, her expression gradually became solemn.

"What's wrong?" Li Daoran asked.

Wang Yutong said: "We seem to be in the wrong direction."

The loudspeaker took the map and compass from Wang Yutong's hand and turned it around twice. The needle on the compass was like a fan.

Li Daoran shouted and cursed: "Is this a damn one bought from Pinxixi? You can fly as soon as you turn."

The loudspeaker looked through the compass in his hand and said, "This is genuine and there will be no problem. It should be that there is a problem with the terrain here."

He squatted down, grabbed a piece of dirt on the ground, sniffed it with his nose, and then stuck out his tongue to taste it.

Li Daoran teased on the side: "I said to Team Yang, who did you learn this from? Did Old Ma know the way?"

Dalabo threw the soil in his hand on the ground and clapped his hands, saying, "The soil is rich in a lot of magnetite, Dagong Mountain is a huge magnet, and the compass has failed here."

Hu Zi threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it and asked, "What should I do? Now the clouds and mist are shrouded in the direction, and the compass is broken again. Could it be that we will go back?"

The Long March of 25,000 miles was 23,000. When you encounter some difficulties, can you tell your ancestors to go back?

We hired professional expedition teams like Dakow and others to prevent this situation. Now is the time for him to show his skills.

A professional outdoor explorer will determine the direction to go based on the terrain, water flow, wind direction and vegetation growth characteristics.

The team was reorganized, and the loudspeaker took the map to lead the way in front, and everyone followed and set off again.

After leaving for more than an hour, Dalabo's face was not good.

The big poker said angrily: "This! This is a fucking thing that doesn't play by the rules!"

Under the influence of the magnetic field, the vegetation of Dagong Mountain does not grow in accordance with the rules. Strange rocks are everywhere, and they cannot find any rules. They are already lost in the deep mountains.

The careful Wang Yutong suddenly shouted: "Look!"

Following the direction of her finger, there was a cigarette butt on the ground, stained with soil, which was exactly what Hu Zi threw just now.

Everyone was in a panic. They felt like they were walking up the mountain, why did they turn back to their original place?

Gillian said with a serious expression: "Maybe it is the magnetic field that affects our brains and causes the illusion."

Everyone looked at her, and Gillian continued: "What we see is not what the eyes see, but what the brain sees through the eyes. If the brain is affected by the magnetic field and hallucinations are created, what the eyes see is the wrong commands transmitted by the brain."

Everyone nodded with great concern. If what Gillian said was true, even if they were exhausted in Dagong Mountain, they would not be able to find the right direction.

Everyone fell into silence. Now no one could think of a good way to go up the mountain, but they were unwilling to retreat. At this moment, their brains could return to the foot of the mountain under the influence of the magnetic field.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Li Daoran smiled.

Hu Qingsong looked at him with a cold face, "Why are you laughing at? No one can get out, is it funny?"

Li Daoran gave him a blank look and said, "Your little things are clean. Now it's time for Master Dao to take action."

Hu Qingsong sneered, "What can you do if you are a person who burns yellow paper and plays with wooden swords?"

Since the spiritual energy was exhausted and the martial arts were prosperous, those who practiced Taoism had been looked down upon by martial arts people. This view was deeply rooted in Hu Qingsong's heart.

"You can look down on Master Dao, but you cannot insult the treasures passed down from Master Dao's ancestors!"

Li Daoran took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from the treasure bag on his waist, flew quickly with his hands, and folded out a butterfly in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the butterfly in Li Daoran's hand, Hu Qingsong sneered.

"I said, "You're going to coax the child?"

Li Daoran ignored him, took out a brush to dip it in cinnabar, and lighted the eyes of the butterfly.

"Go away!"

Li Daoran raised his hand and threw the butterfly flapped its wings in the air and flew up.

Everyone was surprised. Li Daoran was proud and said, "Follow it, we will definitely reach our destination."

"Sensational!"

Li Daoran tilted his head and looked at Hu Qingsong, and teased: "I'm sensational. If you are tough enough, don't follow me. We will find the baby later, but we will pack it and take it away!"

Looking at Li Daoran, Bai Fengjiu and the others followed the Butterfly, the big speaker turned around and asked Hu Qingsong what to do?

"Follow!" Hu Qingsong gritted his teeth.

These butterflies are very spiritual, dancing in the air, leading everyone through layers of fog.

After walking for nearly two hours, the paper butterfly stopped moving forward and circled around the air and landed on Li Daoran's shoulder.

He pinched a corner of the paper butterfly, shook his wrist and turned into a piece of yellow talisman paper, folded it and put it in his pocket.

"Have you arrived?" The loudspeaker walked around and found that it was a dense forest with a flat terrain. It didn't look like a dormant monster or a place where treasures were hidden.

“What does it taste?”

Gillian shook her nose, and everyone twitched her nose, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke and dust.

Wang Yutong pointed in one direction and said, "It seems to be floating from there."

"Come and take a look!" Hu Qingsong took the lead, pushed away the grass and walked over.

Bai Fengjiu warned: "Everyone be careful."

Walking two hundred meters forward, the dense branches and leaves that blocked the view were separated, and there was actually a family in the open space in front.

The thatched huts, fences and walls, and the courtyard is planted with green vegetables, and the smoke from cooking is curling, making a peaceful scene.

Everyone frowned slightly, how could anyone live here?

The big speaker said: "If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Be careful!"

After saying that, he held the ak47 and stepped forward, Hu Zi followed suit and followed closely behind.

The group came to the thatched hut, observed for a while, but found nothing unusual, then raised their hand and gently knocked on the wooden door.
Chapter completed!