The skeletal warrior slumped behind the tree like a real skeleton, and by day he could not do it to avoid frightening the mortals, and by the way, he could rest for a while—even if it was a skeleton ghost, he could get a good night's sleep. It's not really a comfortable sleep, but at least it's a good place to settle for a while.

This is also Sen Luo's desire, after all, it is better to sleep forever, what he did was not to finally let himself get eternal sleep. The sky gradually brightened, even if there were still magic clouds in the sky, but the pale sunlight could still illuminate the world, but it was always cloudy.

The road seemed to be relatively peaceful, and it wasn't long before I saw people coming, though not much.

As the sky grew brighter and brighter, a cart came from afar, and an old man sat on the handlebar in front of him to keep his balance and roll forward with his feet on the ground. The speed is not fast, but it is a labor-saving - also because this section of the road is relatively smooth. When he got here, the old man stopped and began to rest, smoking a bag of cigarettes by the way.

There was also a half-sized little girl in the car, in addition to some packages such as bedding rolls, seeing the old man sitting down to smoke, this half-sized child also found out the yellow nest head and gave half to the little girl, picked up a gourd of water and began to eat and drink. The little girl walked around a few times while eating with her nest head, and it seemed that her feet were numb from sitting in the car.

Suddenly she let out an exclamation, and the boy immediately ran over, "Yes, there are dead people!" The little girl shouted. The old man walked over slowly, and there was no special look on his face, "This world is ......" he just sighed. Instead, the half-sized man crouched in front of the skull shelf with great interest, and reached out to fiddle with the long knife.

As for the tattered barrel on the skeleton's body, the helmet on the side of the barrel is not even half a child. The long knife was held by this little guy, and he didn't pull it out for a long time at first, but then he finally pulled it out and looked at it, but it was a rusty knife, but fortunately, the blade was intact and seemed to be useful.

The little fellow happily took the knife and made a few gestures, but he didn't cut down the tree—if the rusty knife wasn't resharpened, it was better not to cut it indiscriminately, and it might be completely impossible to repair. And the old man took a hoe from the car, "It's also a poor man, so let's go into the ground." ”

The half-size boy also came to help, and soon dug a four-foot-deep pit, probably because of the sword, and the half-size boy also found a rag to pick up Sen Luo's bones and wrap them and put them into the pit, the little girl looked carefully at whether there were any missing bones, the old man took a small wine jug, put it next to the bones wrapped in rags, and then began to fill in the soil.

But in a moment a small grave was made, and a stone was placed as a mark, and the two men patted their hands and the dirt on their bodies, and drove away again......

There was nothing to do all the way, only the half-sized boy pulled the knife and played around. It was getting dark, and a wild shop appeared in front of me.

The front of this store is a shop, and the back is a yard, and the area enclosed by the railing is not small at all, and it seems that it provides one-stop service for eating and lodging. It's just that the lantern at the door is a little blue and white, and it looks a little dejected. There seem to be a lot of people in the store, and the sound of talking inside is heard outside the door.

The family pulled the cart to the door, and the little two who were waiting for the guests hurriedly asked them to stop at the back of the yard, and the three of them entered the store with their luggage on their backs. The table was almost full of people, drinking and eating and giggling and laughing.

The half-grown boy and the girl were all looking around, not only were there people drinking and eating, but there were also all kinds of tricksters, and there were even people singing and telling stories. The old man dragged the two people to a corner table and sat down, and asked Xiao Erdao, "Is there hot soup?" ”

Took out the hard nest head from the luggage, and found a pickle head, and the half-grown boy and the girl also found the same food, and the cold and hard nest head relied on the hot soup. After a short time, the hot soup was served, and the three of them began to eat and drink, and the half-grown boy and the girl were eating while their eyes were dripping, and they were greedy for other places, and they even forgot to eat.

No way, not only are there tricks in other places, but even the aroma of food wafts over. Now the three of them are still eating with that aroma, and it doesn't seem to be bad for a while. After eating, the hot soup was drunk, and the old man was not in a hurry to go back to sleep—if the two children wanted to hear and see more, let them be happy, this world was difficult enough, and a little joy was good.

And he himself wanted to listen to some music, he carefully wrapped it in his arms and hugged it tighter, and then he also closed his eyes slightly and listened to the song floating over, his fingers were still beating little by little, "Alas......" A very soft sigh sounded from his throat, but it never came out, and there was something shining in the corners of his eyes.

A small hand secretly pulled the old man's clothes under the table, and the old man was startled, but when he looked up, it was his own girl. The little girl's face was panicked, and she quietly leaned over, "Big, those people are looking at us, secretly watching us." The old man's face also changed, and he hurriedly looked around.

It seems that everything is normal, those people are still drinking and eating, still playing fists, talking, chatting, listening to music and playing hundreds of operas, and there is nothing abnormal. Xiao Er walked around among the people to serve wine and food, and from time to time he greeted a few guests. Everything is very normal. The old man looked around in ignorance, and felt that there was nothing strange about it.

Just when he looked down and was about to take another sip of hot soup, he saw his own reflection in the soup, and suddenly he was shocked. "How, how can it be so lively?" The sound in his ears suddenly became far away, and he looked down and peeked out of the corners of his eyes and through the gaps in his clothes.

This look frightened him, those guests sitting at the table would indeed look at them secretly, as if inadvertently glanced, and the old man sneaked out of a small bronze mirror but saw where he could not see, those people suddenly turned their heads directly to look at them, and when he raised his head and pretended to be indifferent, those people were drinking and eating very normally.

The more the old man looked, the more frightened he became, as time went by, those people seemed to become more and more unscrupulous, as long as he turned his eyes away from his children, someone immediately stared at them, the old man did not dare to expose what he was secretly checking with the bronze mirror, and he felt more and more that the strange atmosphere in this place was extremely serious.

The little girl's face was even more pale, her sense was much stronger than that of her brother, of course she could feel the feeling of a thorn in her back - the half-grown child was still watching the play, and she didn't feel anything unusual here at all......