I don't know when the rain in the mountains stopped, and the misty mist slowly rose under the steaming of the sun, making the originally empty mountains look even more gloomy. In a trance, I heard a sound of rustling footsteps coming from far and near in the direction of the wooden house, accompanied by bursts of dialects flowing down the floor into my ears, I immediately jumped up, these people are back!

"Hey! Open the door! Let me out! "I ran to the gate and pounded the locked wooden door.

The sound of the conversation outside was interrupted by the sound of my door banging, and they listened to their tone as if they were surprised that I was still alive. But after a while, the voice sounded again.

"Open the door! You've got the wrong person! Not me! Open the door! "I thrashed as hard as I could, but no one answered me.

A crunch of "pop" suddenly came from behind me, and I immediately turned back into the hall. A plate of fruit was thrown in between the windows in the wall, and a crooked apple fell out of a pit under gravity, rolled down the floor to the place where the water had accumulated last night, and came to a staggering halt.

I stared at the path it had rolled down and the waterhole was gone. I walked to the side and squatted down and touched the floor, it was very dry, not like there were traces of a waterhole. Looking up at the roof, the dry wooden roof showed no signs of water seepage. What's going on, I obviously felt water seeping yesterday? I didn't understand, and stood there stunned with the apple.

At this moment when I was in a daze, the group of people had already left me, and the sparse dialect disappeared into my hearing range along with their footsteps. I sighed, it seems that I can only survive here for two more days before I can get out. I don't know what happened to Qin Chuyi and Song Qiulan at this moment, whether they came to look for me, or if they were trapped in the village.

Today's fruit is more varied than yesterday's, and there is steamed rice wrapped in leaves, and even though it is cold, you can still feel the fragrance of grass leaves between your teeth. After eating, people suddenly feel refreshed and have a little more strength.

Through the window on the wall, I was greeted by the view of the mountains. The mountains are full of red, red, green and green plants, which are intertwined with each other and covered with forests. Hazy light and shadow hide behind clumps of clouds. It's like one body. Coupled with the steaming mist in the mountains, it looks like a mountain, but it makes people suspect that they are in a dream. The sight was hazy and blurry, and the vision was dim. It is as if the West is an ethereal Elysium, and the mountains and forests are full of the junction between the present world and the netherworld, like a dream.

I looked a little drunk, and I couldn't help but stretch my limbs and stretch a full lazy waist. Inadvertently, his arm touched the wood in the corner of the wall. I felt a rough mark.

I touched my shoulders and stretched my arms, and looked at the rough wooden board, which was indeed artificially carved and still in Chinese.

"Luo Qing'an?" I carefully recognized the carved marks on the wall, and looked at them many times, and there was no doubt that these three words were indeed these three words. What a coincidence, will this Luo Qing'an be the spring rain that Song Qiulan said? She's from this village, like Lori, is it possible that she's done the same sacrifice as me before? However, this note looks very naïve, as if a child has just learned to write, and it is very stiff.

If Luo Qingan had ever appeared in this room. And I also went out to live to middle age, which means that this sacrifice is not as terrifying as I imagined. When you think about it, you don't have to panic about the next two nights.

I looked at the front door and the back door separately. The front door was at the end of the hallway, and a gate valve had been placed on it. When I opened the door valve, I still couldn't push the door open, so it should be locked on the outside. The back door is a little different, with a slightly raised silhouette that makes it a little doubtful that the door can be opened. But the faint sound of the wind between the cracks in the door told me that it did lead to the mountains.

It's hard to tell the time in the mountains, and it's this gloomy weather again, until the light fades away. I realized that night had come. I don't know when a mist-like drizzle of rain began to fall, diffusing the cold wind, even when the door was opened. I don't have to worry about the rain coming in. Today's weather was the same as yesterday, as if it had been agreed, and the rain became heavier and heavier, until the sound of crackling came from the roof again.

After eating the fruit, I didn't go straight to sleep, but sat across from the waterhole that appeared last night and stared at it. I wonder if it was I was dazzled yesterday or if there was something wrong with this house. Really. As the rain intensified, the color of the wooden planks on the roof began to darken and darken, and after accumulating for a while, the first drops of water began to fall.

"Smack."

Still in the same place, deep and shallow watermarks began to appear on the floor, and it was not that I was dazzled.

The sudden lightning brightened the dimly lit room, and I could almost feel my face turned pale. Then the thunder roared as promised, and the mountains shook as if they were beginning to shake. I'm not afraid of this kind of thing, but I'm still a little uneasy to stay alone in such a weird room.

"Bang!" A violent sound exploded not far from the wooden house, this sound was a thunderbolt, and the rich smell of the konoha being burned instantly came in from the window. I couldn't see the movement outside, and I was a little worried that the thunder would start a wildfire, and if I continued to do so, I would be burned alive here. But with such rain, such thunder, and the same seepage-seeping roof, how do I feel like I am repeating yesterday's events tonight?

Well, if that's what I think, in the order of yesterday, then what's coming next is ......

"Open the door!" Bang bang bang.

Sure enough, yesterday that person reappeared. I hadn't noticed if there were footsteps around the house, but the thick knock on the door didn't really look fake.

"Borrow a place to hide from the rain! Please! I see there's a light here! ”

That's when I realized that I didn't turn off the lights tonight, and if I could have rejected him last night by pretending that there was no one in the room, I couldn't do it tonight, on a day like this.

As the rain became heavier and heavier, the breeze and drizzle suddenly turned into a rain of bullets. I started to worry a little about the guy outside the room, who didn't sound like a bad person.

"Please! The tree that sheltered from the rain yesterday was split open by lightning! Let me in! His voice was extremely earnest, and I remembered the thunder I had just heard, and if he really had nowhere to hide from the rain, it would be dangerous for him to be alone outside.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally mustered up the courage to shout at the door, "I want you to come in, but this room is locked outside, and I can't open it!" ”

"There's no lock on the outside of the house! Girl, just open the door valve! "The sound of moisture fell into my ears, and it was cold to my heart. (To be continued.) )>