As the sun sets, it is almost dusk, Baiyang Village is an ordinary small village located on the edge of the Beiming Mountain Range, most of the villagers rely on hunting for a living, and the folk customs are relatively simple.

On the path between the villages, most of the villagers showed a kind smile when they saw the woods, and sometimes someone stepped forward to say a few words, and the faces of the trees gradually showed many smiles.

In this simple small village, the smiles on the faces of the villagers, the calmness and gentleness, always make people enjoy this atmosphere, and the heart of Lin Mu enjoys this ordinary.

I don't know when, Lin Mu's has already come to his own courtyard, he looked at the familiar courtyard in front of him, but he stopped for some reason.

He wanted to go home immediately and tell his grandfather that he had finished the painting, but when he arrived at the door, he found that he couldn't move his body for some reason.

"Lin Mu, why don't you stand at the door and don't come in!"

Suddenly, a voice came, and then a young man walked out of the courtyard, this young man was a few years older than Lin Muying, his body was relatively strong, and his appearance was a little simple, and he strode towards Lin Mu.

"Brother Yang Ping, why are you here?"

Lin Mu was slightly stunned, and his face showed doubt.

Yang Ping walked to Lin Mu's side and pointed to his right wrist, only to see that his wrist was wrapped with a white bandage.

Yang Ping smiled honestly: "When I went hunting with my father today, I was caught by that big bobcat!"

The great lynx is a leopard-like wild animal, very agile, and its sharp front paws are extremely dangerous for hunters.

Of course, the fur of this beast, as well as its sharp minions, can be sold for a good price in the town.

"Seriously, let me see!"

Lin Mu frowned slightly, his expression was a little worried, and he hurriedly held up Yang Ping's arm, he could see at a glance that it should be just a skin injury, not too serious, the wound was treated perfectly, and it was bandaged by his grandfather himself.

Yang Ping patted Lin Mu's shoulder and said with a smile: "It's just a skin injury, it's completely healed, Grandpa Bai's medical skills, aren't you still at ease!"

"Speaking of Xiaomu, can you tell your grandfather to put away the hanging painting in the house, every time I come to your house, I will be scared by that painting. ”

Yang Ping scratched his head, a little embarrassed, he was a seven-foot man, but he was not lightly frightened by a painting, this was just in front of Lin Mu, if he called someone else to kill him, he would not admit that he would be afraid of a painting.

Hearing Yang Ping's words, Lin Mu smiled bitterly and nodded lightly.

At this time, his heart couldn't help but tremble, of course he knew that the painting was painted by his grandfather himself, and the things in the painting were indeed a little frightening for these simple villagers.

"Xiao Mu, Grandpa Bai is the most respected person in the village, you have to follow Grandpa Bai more carefully to learn medical skills, and in the future, the burden of our village doctor will fall on you, and Grandpa Bai has aged a lot over the years!"

Speaking of Grandpa Bai's old age, the smile on Yang Ping's face gradually retracted, patted Lin Mu's shoulder again, seemed to sigh lightly, turned around and walked into the distance.

Yang Ping had already walked away, and after Lin Mu was silent for a moment, he smiled slightly as if he had figured out something, the look on his face was much relieved, and he didn't want to go to the house anymore.

The furnishings in the room are relatively simple, with only some simple furniture, and there are many herbs in one corner of the room, and the light aroma of herbs fills the air.

On the wall facing the doorway hangs a painting of a strange beast resembling a tiger and a leopard, with two sharp fangs on its palate.

In addition, the painter is skilled, and the painting is lifelike, which makes people feel at a glance that a vicious aura is swept over.

This painting is the only decoration in the house, it was painted by Grandpa three years ago, Grandpa once spoke to himself, the fierce beast is called Blazing Beast, not an ordinary beast, but a legendary monster beast.

In the middle of the room was a small square table, and at the table sat an old man, who was kind and amiable, and although his face was not wrinkled, his half-white hair was a little old.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and a young figure walked in from outside the door, and the old man slowly stood up with a smile on his face.

"Wood, it's back!"

The old man spoke softly.

Wood is the nickname of the wood, grandpa has called himself since he was a child, the villagers in the village because they respect their grandfather very much, and they also respect the wood, and the name of wood, only grandpa will call it that.

"Yes, grandpa!"

Lin Mu walked in from outside the door, first glanced at the hanging painting on the wall, and then said yes and walked towards the old man's side.

The old man always had a kind smile on his face, looked at the forest trees walking towards him, slowly stretched out his hand, and gently lowered his little head to the forest trees.

At this moment, Lin Mu's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he subconsciously took two steps back, the old man was obviously slightly stunned, looked down at Lin Mu, and then sighed lightly.

"You've grown up!"

"Hungry, grandpa will bring you something to eat!"

After speaking, the old man turned around and walked towards the house, looking at the old man's half-white hair, Lin Mu's heart was bitter, at this moment, the old man's slow pace, every step seemed so heavy.

Lin Mu, what's wrong with you?

Lin Mu's heart was extremely bitter, he didn't know why he was retreating, and he didn't understand what he was afraid of.

"Grandpa!"

His eyes began to moisten, tears slipped quietly from the corners of his eyes, and his grandfather's voice was slightly hoarse.

Grandpa turned around and walked to Lin Mu's side, hugged him into his arms, gently touched Lin Mu's head, and smiled kindly: "You've finished that painting, haven't you?"

Lin Mu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded gently, then put down the drawing board in his hand and put the painting he had just completed on the table.

"The ancient tree, it's dead!"

Lin Mu glanced at his grandfather and said in a low voice.

He should have had a lot of questions in his heart, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that most of everything he had already known, but at this time his heart was still a little troubled, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Grandpa looked at the ancient tree painted by the forest on the table, the previous kindness seemed to dissipate in an instant, only to see his strange smile, a cold color gradually appeared, and the air seemed to become a lot more solidified at that moment.

A feeling of depression rushed towards the woods, he only felt a tingling in his back, his internal organs rolled for a while, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't help but take two steps back again.

"The person who taught you this technique may have bad intentions!"

The strange man's words seemed to ring in his ears again.

"Grandpa!

Lin Mu's voice trembled a little.

(End of chapter)