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Uncle Mao Hua doesn't know what to do.

She wanted to go out, but when she saw the heavy rain outside the door, she didn't dare to think about it anymore, and still sat in the small room, under the evil eyes of the ghost.

Ghost Dan touched her, and estimated that she didn't dare to go out, so she lay down with confidence, lying in a comfortable place, looking at Uncle Maohua, and her heart couldn't stop beating wildly.

At this moment, outside the hut, there was nothing but a bleak wind that kept blowing the icy rain. The river flowed and roared, lapping against the rocks and shaking the trees.

Outside the room, there was no one at this time, only the voices of people floating from nowhere. However, this man's voice sounded to Uncle Mao Hua, for some reason, more desolate than no one, and almost brought her to tears.

"Stop the damn rain." Uncle Mao Hua kept muttering in his heart.

Yes, at this time, how she wanted to leave that hut and go into Stone Village and stay with her family.

However, the rain outside the door was endless, which made Uncle Mao Hua want to scold his mother.

It was getting dark.

Uncle Mao Hua and Ghost Dan stayed in that small room, with no lights, no fire, and no words.

The rain was still falling, and it was falling like crazy, crackling and rustling against the trees...... In this voice, Uncle Mao Hua couldn't stay there, she had to leave, otherwise, in the future, people would know that they had spent the night with Ghost Dan in that room, and she wouldn't want to mess around in Stone Village.

Uncle Mao Hua didn't care about so much, and rushed out like a bison, and in the vast night, in the cold rain, he couldn't stop running and running.

After running for a while, Uncle Mao Hua got lost and didn't know where to run, so he sat on the side of the road and cried loudly. At this time, however, no one could hear her cry, except for the merciless river in front of her.

The rain still kept falling, and in this heavy rain, Uncle Mao Hua was almost suffocated, and most of the air he breathed in turned out to be rain. Uncle Mao Hua didn't know what to do, and thought to himself, instead of being so uncomfortable, it was better to die. While he was about to do this, a man approached, but in the darkness of the night, it was not clear who it was, not even the difference between men and women.

Up and down the river, at this time, there was a sound of crying from time to time, and Uncle Mao Hua didn't know what was going on. However, she sensed that the cries were related to the shipwreck. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she sat down on the side of the road shivering like a withered leaf in the wind.

I don't know how many people died in this shipwreck. However, listening to the cry wafting from nowhere, she knew that there were not a few people who died. Those cries were the cries made by the relatives of the deceased after they found the deceased. In the midst of this crying, Uncle Mao Hua became even more frightened, and was so frightened that he wanted to shout loudly, so that the relatives who were looking for him somewhere would run over.

However, she didn't even have the strength to shout.

However, fortunately, with such a person by my side, I can be a companion, at least I won't be so afraid. Thinking of this, Uncle Mao Hua let out a long sigh, and then began to talk with the man. However, the man didn't seem to like to talk very much, Uncle Mao Hua asked a few words, and the man only replied with that, and the voice was so small that Uncle Mao Hua felt that the words were not said by the man, but as if he said it himself.

At this moment, a lightning bolt appeared, and in an instant, the earth was illuminated like the day. Uncle Mao Hua saw his feet and found that blood was flowing from those feet without stopping.

Looking at the blood, Uncle Mao Hua was frightened, fell to the ground, and moaned incessantly. So the man carried Uncle Mao Hua on his back, and then walked on the muddy dirt road without stopping, without a purpose.

"Little brother, where are we going?" Uncle Mao Hua asked as he leaned on the man's back.

"Right ahead." When the man made such a sound, he said nothing.

Uncle Mao Hua found that the man's voice was familiar, but he didn't know who it was in the heavy rain. However, the man still saved his life, and he can be regarded as a benefactor. So he lay on the man's back without saying a word, and let him walk and walk in the rain without ceasing.

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