The thin man didn't believe in the legend of the Yaksha at all, and when he went up the mountain alone at night, he vaguely hoped to meet the murderer of the mad woman. He didn't think about whether it would be dangerous to meet the murderer himself, if he could really meet him, he wanted to ask the murderer why he killed, and he also wanted to tell him that life is the most precious thing in the world, and destruction should be done in an art, not like a butcher, otherwise, it would be a trampling on life.

The thin man slowly made a big circle up the hill, like a leisurely walker. But what walker would go for a walk alone in the middle of the night in the deserted mountains? He walked calmly, through the dark woods and moonlit rocks, and was in a pleasant mood, and as he walked, he hummed softly. In the moonlight, the knife-like lines of his face gradually softened, his walking posture was no longer stiff, and even when he crossed some small rocks and ravines, he would jump over with his feet together like a child.

He seemed to be a different person, and the eerie aura on his body disappeared into the darkness.

The thin man was sure that he was alone on this mountain, and of course he could relax himself when he was alone, and besides, there were trees and grass, mountain winds, bright moons, the sound of murmuring water in his ears, and the blue night sky and twinkling stars. He suddenly felt that it was really enjoyable to come to this mountain alone at night.

Thinking about what he had to do for a while, the thin man was in a happier mood.

About eleven o'clock the thin man climbed to the top of the mountain, and he sat on the top of the mountain with his knees folded for a while, looked at the time, and decided not to delay any longer. At the top of the hill, you can clearly see the entire Sleepy Valley below, as well as the Sleepy Valley that divides the town in half and the river, and the chain bridge that flies over the river. Because of his wide field of vision, he quickly discerned his direction, and he began to walk towards his intended goal.

The thin man came to the mountain, of course there was something to do. After a few days of investigation, he had chosen an excellent location, so, going up the mountain tonight, he carried a satchel with a long hemp rope in it, and a new telescope bought in the evening. The twine wasn't very thick, but it was enough to support his weight, and the telescope reassured him that it allowed him to see everything he wanted to see.

The thin man went down in the direction of the town, but not along the path up the mountain. He stepped on barren weeds, jumping from rock to rock until he reached a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff, there are stars and the town is under the cliff.

The thin man did not hesitate, he took out the rope from his satchel, tied it to a large tree on the cliff, and then slowly slid down the rope towards the cliff.

The cliff is not a one-way cliff, but halfway to the bottom, there is a slightly gentler angle, as if one boulder is pressing on top of another. The thin man stopped on the slightly protruding rock. The rock was actually concave inward, just enough for the thin man to sit comfortably.

The thin man was a little proud, everything was expected, including the specific implementation, and there were no accidents. Now, he just needs to quietly observe and enjoy it slowly. What could be more pleasurable than that? The thin man smiled lightly and took the telescope out of his bag.

At the bottom of the cliff, the houses are lined up against the mountain, and the sight is full of gray tiles like fish scales. The houses in the town are built very high, and there is only a small angle to the mountain wall behind them, so the thin man has to go down to the middle of the cliff. At this moment, the house below the mountain was silent, and only the lone window was lit.

Only that one window is lit is enough.

The thin man was satisfied with pointing the telescope at the window, slowly adjusting the focus. The window turned from blurry to clear, and inside the window, a man was sitting on the bed smoking a cigarette.

That man, of course, is Tan Dong.

What the thin man wanted to see more was actually Tang Wan, but Tang Wan was already asleep at the moment, her body lying flat on the bed, blocked by the bottom of the window. Only faintly visible black hair.

Even so, the thin man was already satisfied.

The effect of the telescope was really good, and he could even see that the cigarette in Tan Dong's hand burned to the part where the cigarette label was printed. It was a strange man, he never slept in the middle of the night, and the other night the thin man had watched the window from the top of the hill, and the light of the window had not been extinguished all night. That's why he came up with the idea of getting to know the people in the window. Voyeurism is really exciting, you are like a breath of air, a gust of breeze, when people are unaware of the real life of others.

There will always be some real moments, when you are alone, or in places where you think you are safe.

The man named Tan Dong had smoked five cigarettes in a row, and the thin man on the cliff was a little bitter when he saw the root of his tongue. Tan Dong looked very tired, his eyes were red, and the hand holding the cigarette to his mouth often forgot to move, and then, when the cigarette ash fell on his body, he would suddenly wake up and bring the cigarette to his mouth.

Tan Dong's movements were very small, sometimes he didn't move for half a day, but the thin man on the cliff was full of interest. It was a man who was extremely tired, but he didn't want to sleep. He was clearly struggling, fighting against the drowsiness that would bother him from time to time. This is a very hard work, and Tan Dong has been tortured to the point that his face is extremely haggard.

There must be a secret hidden behind something abnormal.

What will be Tan Dong's secret?

The thin man suddenly had some impatient wishes in his heart, he only hoped that Tan Dong in the window could sleep, so that maybe he could discover his secret.

I don't know how long time has passed, but Tan Dong in the window is still smoking, still leaning on the head of the bed. The thin man on the cliff felt a little tired, and the grooves on the cliff were small enough to accommodate his leaning body, but after sitting for a long time, his limbs were still sore, and even his neck was a little stiff. The only position he could change was to turn sideways and lay himself on his back with his legs curled up.

Not long after changing positions, the thin man was actually disturbed by some sleepiness, and the window with the lights on gradually became blurred. The thin man said to himself, how can I sleep at this time, I still have to spy on that man, and I have to discover his secrets...... The thin man suddenly opened his eyes, and I don't know how much time had passed. The moon that had been hanging overhead had already set in the western sky, and the bright moonlight had turned yellowish. The thin man's body stiffened even more, and he looked at the watch on his wrist, it was already past three o'clock in the morning, and he realized that he had really fallen asleep just now, and he had slept for more than an hour.

His gaze looked down the cliff, and the lighted window was still on, which made him feel a little relieved, and he felt less guilty of his negligence. He picked up the telescope again, only to find that Tan Dong was no longer in the window.

The thin man rolled over and sat up, his hand holding the telescope trembling slightly.

Tan Dong is not in the window, there are only two possibilities, one is to lie down after falling asleep, and the other is to leave the bed, both of which account for half of the probability. The thin man was in a hurry, he thought where did Tan Dong go?

Suddenly, the thin man's eyes widened, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously with his other hand. Because at this moment, Tan Dong appeared in the sight of the telescope again.

Tan Dong rolled over from the bed and sat up.

The thin man steadied his trembling hands, and he focused his gaze on Tan Dong's face.

At this moment, the thin man became nervous, the blood in his whole body boiled rapidly, and his heart was raised to his throat. And because of the shock, his mouth opened, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

The wind blew from the opposite mountain, and the thin man shivered, and he felt some fear from the bottom of his heart.

The woman with long hair and white clothes had really disappeared from the cemetery, or had she come from this cemetery and was now back where she was supposed to be.

Don't talk about Sha Bo, even Qin Ge was a little creepy at this time.

"What did she bring us here for? Is there any secret hidden in this cemetery? Qin Ge muttered to himself.

Shabo's heart suddenly sank, and he thought of the legendary long-haired and long-bearded Yaksha.

If Yaksha is truly resurrected, then he will definitely have a lair of his own, just like the Headless Horseman in the American film "Sleepy Hollow". The woman in white brought the two of them here, could it be that she wanted to borrow their hands to eradicate the Yaksha?

Sha Bo said his thoughts, and Qin Ge was silent. This kind of thinking is extremely absurd, but in such a scene, what absurdity can't become a reality?

"In any case, since the woman brought us here, she must have her intentions. Let's go down and take a look, and maybe we'll find some clues from this cemetery. Qin Ge said.

Sha Bo was a little afraid, but thinking that what happened was because of himself, he also straightened his chest, followed Qin Ge, and went down to the cemetery.

The cemetery is actually arranged quite neatly, and the area occupied by each tomb and the distance between the graves have a unified scale. Sha Bo followed Qin Ge without landing a single step, and when his eyes lingered on those tombs, his heart hung up. Qin Ge said softly: "This cemetery is obviously so neat because someone has planned it, but in this remote town, how can someone plan the cemetery?" Shabo was surprised, too, but he didn't have the heart to think about it at the moment.

The tombs are semi-circular mounds, with stone tablets of the same size in front of them, and the words engraved on the stone tablets are vigorous and powerful, and they appear to have been written by the same person. Other than that, there is nothing unusual about the tombs and tombstones.

Qin Ge and Sha Bo stopped in the center of the cemetery, Qin Ge thought for a moment, and said: "If there is anything strange in this cemetery, it must be on a certain grave, let's go and check it separately, be careful, don't even miss the words on the tombstone." "After such a circle in the cemetery, there is nothing unusual, and Shabo is much more courageous. At that moment, he and Qin Ge looked at it separately. The words on the tombstones are much the same, except for the names of the deceased and the person who erected them. Sha Bo had almost walked to the edge of the cemetery when he suddenly heard Qin Ge calling him over there. He rushed over quickly, only to see Qin Ge standing in front of a tombstone in a daze, obviously making a discovery.

"Let's see, if this is the pattern on the invitation." The tombstone in front of that grave is no different from the others, except that on the top of the tombstone, there are some shallow traces. The mark was obviously freshly carved, and the edge was still fresh. Shabo leaned over to take a closer look, and his heart immediately thundered, and his back instantly became cold.

What he saw was the pattern of the thick cross he had seen three times.

Did the woman in white bring him here to show him this thick cross pattern? But what does this pattern mean?

"Look here." Qin Ge pointed to the front of the tombstone and said.

Shabo was a little ashen at the moment, he took a step back as he said, and the words on the tombstone were not unusual, but the name gave him a rare sense of déjà vu.

The name of the deceased was "Yan Xueping".

At that moment, the song began again.

Qin Ge and Sha Bo looked around blankly, silent everywhere, only the white banner in front of the grave was whirring in the wind. The wind seemed to be much stronger in an instant, and on the hills around the cemetery, the leaves swayed neatly, the dark clouds covered up, the moonlight disappeared leisurely, and the earth was completely covered in darkness.

The song is ethereal, it seems to come against the wind, and it seems to be lost in the wind. Qin Ge and Sha Bo couldn't tell which direction it was coming from, but at this moment, the singing voice was so clear that it seemed to be singing in their ears.

At this moment, not only Sha Bo, but even Qin Ge's face changed color.

The wind blew through the white flag, and some pieces of paper flew lightly in front of Qin Ge and Sha Bo, flying into the depths of the dark mountain forest.

Qin Ge suddenly grabbed Sha Bo: "Listening to this singing, is it particularly familiar?" Sha Bo was full of fear, how could he still listen to the melody of the song was familiar, but after Qin Ge's reminder, he also felt that the melody of the song seemed familiar, and he had the impression that there was a time when this song was sung in the shops all over the street.

Sha Bo thought about it carefully, and he finally remembered that the title of this song is called "Forget the Worry Grass", and a singer surnamed Zhou sang it all over China, inside and outside the Great Wall.

Forget the worries. Forget the worries. As he muttered the name, he suddenly felt that the song was no longer terrible, and he looked around again, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Forget the worries! Forget the worries! Is that you? If yes, answer me! The voice echoed through the empty mountain forest, but the song suddenly disappeared.

"Forget the worries, I know it's you, are you going to tell me something?" Shabo shouted again.

Only the wind blew through the trees, and the chirping of various wild insects.

Qin Ge stared at the tombstone, his brows furrowed, he suddenly pulled the Shabo again, his voice became extremely low, and he said, "Perhaps, the people in this tomb are the forgetful grass you are looking for." Shabo was startled, and then fear swept over him.

"No, how can Forget-Worry Grass be a dead man, we were still chatting on the Internet ten days ago; On the way to Sleepy Valley, in that provincial town, I also received an email from her. How could she be dead? Qin Ge looked at Sha Bo sympathetically, in his heart, he had basically sorted out what had happened. He knows that reality is cruel, but Shabo must face it, so he must also be ruthless.

"Whether this grave is buried in the grass or not, you can ask someone." Qin Ge said.

"Ask whom?" "The one who sings." Sha Bo was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Qin Ge meant. He did not hesitate, and immediately cried out: "If the person in this tomb is the Forgetting Grass, let me hear your song now, if not, you will continue to be silent." The song came and went, not even a little interval.

Shabo was completely knocked down by the song, and there was no more fear in his heart, only sadness. Such a beautiful and unearthly girl really slept in this pile of loess. I worked hard all the way and came with a lot of longing, but I didn't expect that the person I was looking for was no longer in this world.

At this moment, Shabo was extremely sad and indignant, his hands were on the tombstone, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.

Qin Ge on the side saw it and was quite unimpressed. Although he has had the experience of surfing the Internet, he can't experience this emotion on the Internet. In his opinion, how deep can there be a deep relationship between two people who have never known each other in their lives and have never even met?

He stepped forward and patted Sabo on the shoulder and whispered, "She's gone." The song still echoed in my ears at this moment, but it had faded away, and finally disappeared into the wind. Qin Ge thought that the woman in white seemed to be afraid that Sha Bo would ask something again, so he used his singing voice to inform her that she had left.

Shabo stopped his sadness, his expression was sluggish, and his expression seemed to be unhappy.

He had come to Sleepy Hollow to meet a girl named Forgetful Grass, and now that she was no longer in the world, Sleepy Hollow had lost all meaning to him.

He whispered, "Let's go back." "—go back. Go back to the Nightsleep Inn, or do you want to go home?

On the way, Qin Ge and Sha Bo were speechless, Qin Ge peeked at Sha Bo, knowing that he had the idea of retreating. People have a nature to escape, which is understandable, and after all, Shabo and Forget Worry Grass are just a pair of netizens who have never met.

The return journey seems to be particularly long, and the mountain roads and ravines that have just been walked seem to have no end at the moment.

"Don't you want to know who the woman in white is who brought us here?" Qin Ge asked.

"Does it matter who she is, she just wants to tell me that the Forget-me-weed is no longer there." "But if you look at the grave and the tombstone, it's obviously been some years. If Forget-me-weed really wasn't in the world, it should have been a long time ago. But you were still chatting with her online ten days ago, don't you think there's something weird about it? Perhaps, her sudden disappearance is just to get you to come to her in the Valley of Sleep. Sha Bo's eyebrows furrowed, Qin Ge's inference was reasonable.

"Since she's been dead for years, could it be her ghost who chats with you online?" Shabo had already thought of this question in his heart, and it was something he didn't want to face, so he refused to continue thinking about it. Qin Ge proposed at this time that he once again had a rejection mentality.

"There are no ghosts in this world, it's just that some things are too mysterious, and people can't figure out the truth, so they attribute it to ghosts and gods." Shabo said.

"If there are no ghosts, how can you explain the dead Forgetfulness Grass chatting with you online?" Qin Ge groaned slightly, and then continued, "Then there is only one explanation left, that is, someone is chatting with you in the name of Forget Worry Grass, anyway, on the Internet, you have no way of knowing who is facing on the other end of the network." Sha Bo was stunned for a moment, then agreed with Qin Ge's inference, and he added: "Forget the worries grass is just a screen name, and there is no such thing as impersonation. But the person I was talking to clearly seduced me with the image of a living girl. "As it stands, Forgetwe, if she's really dead, what would be the purpose of the person you're talking to to lure you to Sleepy Valley?" Qin Ge said, "Moreover, she also left clues. Shabo frowned for a moment and said, "Could it be that she has something that she can't solve and needs help from others?" "What could be the thing that couldn't be solved?" Qin Ge stared at Sha Bo, and he could see that Sha Bo had regained interest in this matter.

"Forget the worries." Shabo blurted out, "It must have something to do with Forget Worries." "Forgetfulness is dead, what could it have to do with her?" Qin Ge further guided Sha Bo.

Shabo groaned, he couldn't figure it out for a moment. Qin Ge said heavily at this time: "There is only one thing, and that is the death of the Forgetting Grass itself. Shabo was startled and immediately moved. Qin Ge's words were like a rope, stringing together a series of strange things that had happened to him. The thing can be like this, Forget Worry Grass has been dead for many years, but her death implies a secret, some people don't want this secret to sleep in the ground, so they use her name to communicate with strangers on the Internet, lead people to the Sleeping Valley, and leave some clues, hoping that people will uncover the truth of the matter in the process of finding Forget Worry Grass. Such a thing is too legendary, but at this moment, it is the only explanation.

Shabo was speechless, and he needed some time to bring himself to the reality.

"The person who attracted you once sent you a photo on the Internet, and if she wants you to find out the truth for her, she won't use fake photos to lie to you. But when you come to Sleepy Hollow and look at the photos, the people who see them say that they never knew there was this person in Sleepy Hollow, which is obviously a place that makes people guess. Qin Ge continued, "If you logically deduce it, there are only two possibilities, one is that Forget the Worry Grass is not a person in the Sleeping Valley, she only has a relationship with someone in the Sleeping Valley, so that others really don't know that this person exists." "What else?" Shabo asked.

"That's all the people lying." Qin Ge's expression became more and more solemn.

Sha Bo shook his head, obviously disapproving of Qin Ge's latter inference. Although so many unusual things have happened in the Sleepy Valley, it is unbelievable to say that the people of the town would collectively lie about one thing.

Qin Ge didn't insist, and went down the train of thought: "Let's assume that the Forgetful Grass is only related to one or a few people in this town, then finding this one or a few people will become the key. "Although Sleepy Valley is not large, there are thousands of people, and it is not easy to find." "But the person who brought you here left a clue for you." Shabo was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Are you talking about the pattern of the thick cross?" Qin Ge nodded and said, "It is precisely because finding someone related to the Forget-Worry Grass is the key, so the person who attracted you will leave this pattern again and again." This pattern must be related to the person we are looking for. "But what does that thick cross represent?" Shabo said in confusion.

"It's not something that can be guessed by just speculation. In my days of investigation in the Sleepy Hollow area, I have never seen such a thick cross pattern anywhere. Qin Ge muttered, "Since we can't solve the mystery of this thick cross pattern for the time being, then we might as well think about it from another angle." Sha Bo didn't speak, but turned his head to stare at Qin Ge, obviously waiting for his next step.

Qin Ge said: "The tombstone just now actually left us another clue. Sabo thought that there was nothing unusual about the tombstone, except for the pattern on the top of the tombstone.

Qin Ge said: "All tombstones have names. Sha Bo's heart moved, and he had already thought of the clue that Qin Ge said. The name on the tombstone was Yan Xueping, and he had a sense of déjà vu when he first saw the name, but for a while, he couldn't guess the reason. Now Qin Ge also feels this way, that is to say, the reason for that déjà vu is what he and Qin Ge have experienced together.

Qin Ge was obviously also trying his best to think, and for a while, both of them were speechless and moved forward silently.

Extrapolating along the way, things straightened out a lot, and they also returned to the small streets of Sleepy Hollow. The town was silent, the streets were as quiet as if they were asleep, and it was as if there were countless mysterious things hidden in the darkness on both sides, peeping at the people who stepped on the side streets, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The Nightsleep Inn was in the middle of the side street, and Qin Ge and Sha Bo walked to the door of the inn after a while. The moment he entered the door, Qin Ge inadvertently looked up and saw the signboard with green letters on a gray background in the inn. The signboard is obviously a few years old, and the paint on the surface has peeled off a little, but in this way, it sets off a trace of antiquity.

Qin Ge stopped under the signboard for a while, and Sha Bo in front of him turned to look at him before he quickly followed.

The innkeeper Jiang Nan still reads at night under the lamp. When Qin Ge and Sha Bo returned to the room, he raised his head, greeted them lightly, and continued to look down at the book.

Back in the room, Qin Ge closed the door, his face was extremely cold. Shabo was about to go to wash, and when he saw his look, he knew that he must have thought of something, so he sat down on the bed, and did not disturb him, but let him think.

"I think I know who the woman in white is who led us to the cemetery tonight." Qin Ge said.

"Who?" Saab was in good spirits. The woman in white is the key person in this matter, and if you find her, all your doubts can be solved.

"Look at the back of the woman in white just now, is it a little familiar?" Shabo nodded.

"Yan Xueping's name is written on the tombstone of Forget Worry Grass, this name we feel familiar, because we have seen a woman here, and that woman's name is very similar to the name of Forget Worry Grass." Sha Bo was stunned and blurted out: "Xuemei! —Xuemei. The proprietress of the Nightsleep Inn. Gangnam's wife who has been married for six years.

- Xue Meixi wears a green dress, her expression is indifferent, Sha Bo has only seen her twice so far, and she didn't even look at Sha Bo on both occasions, as if Sha Bo was invisible in her eyes.

——The back of the woman in white I saw tonight is very similar to the dead madwoman He Qing, He Qing is plump, and Xuemei is also a mature young woman, and the two are very similar in figure.

Sha Bo said Xuemei's name, and immediately knew why Qin Ge's face was so cold.

If the woman in white was really Xuemei, she would have had a lot of opportunities to contact Sha Bo in this inn, but she would rather lure Sha Bo to the cemetery, obviously she was hiding from someone.

In this inn, the only thing she has to avoid is her husband Jiangnan.

Sha Bo thought of seeing Jiang Nan outside just now, Jiang Nan only greeted them lightly, and it didn't seem strange that they came back so late, which was very unreasonable.

This can only show that the owner of the Nightsleep Inn must have nothing to do with this matter.

Sha Bo had a cold sweat on his forehead, he had just arrived in the Sleeping Valley, he had looked for Jiang Nan with a photo of Forget Worry Grass, if Jiang Nan really had something to do with this matter, then he must have been prepared. He had worked hard in Sleepy Valley for many years, and he must have had extraordinary means.

Shabo now only hopes that he will have the opportunity to meet the woman named Xuemei again.

He suddenly thought again, Jiang Nan was still reading outside at night so late, could it be that he was waiting for Xuemei to come back?

It was an eventful night, and what happened was of course related to some sleepless people late at night.

The mute came to the house of a woman named Ruyi early that night. Ruyi is a widow living with a seven-year-old child. Speaking of this Ruyi is famous in the Sleeping Valley, she is handsome, and has a petite but plump body, and she is delicate and blows down in the wind on weekdays, which can attract men in the Sleeping Valley anywhere. Ruyi claims to be weak in physique, unable to farm and labor, and has a headache, even if there are many things in his head, it will hurt for a long time. Therefore, Ruyi has nothing to do every day in the sleeping valley, and used to like to chat the most, but later many women were tired of her, so she mixed with a group of young people who were younger than her, and played mahjong all day long. Those young people know what kind of virtue she is, so they don't let her play at all, and after a day of hemp games, she always loses more and wins less.

But even so, Ruyi's life in Sleepy Valley is still a well-off type.

It's an open secret that her money comes from different men, which is already an open secret in Sleepy Hollow.

So this Ruyi's real identity is a secret prostitute, and when a mute goes to her at night, of course he is a prostitute. Speaking of muteness, it's pitiful enough, because when I was a child, I lost this disability, and I was in my thirties, and I couldn't even find a wife. People who don't have wives seem to have stronger strength than others, so the dumb man tossed around Ruyi for four or five hours this night. The petite Ruyi can be said to have been on the battlefield for a long time over the years, although the mute is tall and powerful, she is not afraid at all.

When the mute came out of Ruyi's house, it was as soft as noodles. He couldn't remember how many times he had gotten Ruyi that night, but now he was like he had been drained of blood by a vampire, his legs fluttering, and he walked like he was stepping on a pile of cotton.

The woman was so coquettish that she smacked her lips as she walked, as if she was still a little unsatisfied.

Sleepiness came as scheduled, and at this time of the day, the dumb man had been asleep for a long time. There was too much work tonight, and it was too late, so the dumb man only wanted to go home early and sleep happily.

The mute's home was in the northwest corner of the Sleepy Valley, and he had to cross the chain bridge to get home. When he stepped on the chain bridge, he remembered what he had just heard Ruyi talk about, about the madwoman dying on the bridge. He quickly put the matter aside, he was a simple-minded man, and now his head was so drowsy that he could not open his eyes when he walked, and he had no mind to think about anything else. Fortunately, he was born and raised in the Sleeping Valley, and he could find his way home even with his eyes closed.

It's okay to walk with your eyes closed, but a dumb person really shouldn't walk on the chain bridge with his eyes closed. By the time he understood this, it was too late.

He stepped into the air, one leg sank, and his whole body fell down. If the dumb man was not a burly fat man, it might be better, as soon as he fell like this, he immediately broke several bridges, and half of his body hung under the bridge, only his chest, which was stuck by the planks on both sides.

The unfortunate mute was one of the few people in the Sleeping Valley who did not go to the bridge to see the madwoman in the morning, so he had no idea where the madwoman was hanging on the bridge, and a piece of the bridge was broken. His empty foot happened to be on the broken plank.

Now the mute appears to be above the chest on the bridge, and the lower half of the body hangs under the bridge. The mute struggled a little, broke another piece of the bridge, and fell down again, and if he didn't have two arms to hold him up, he would have fallen under the bridge.

The carpenter of Sleepy Valley, Old Wood, was right, and the bridge needed to be replaced.

Half of the mute body hung in the air, and his face turned white with fright. Although his body was as soft as a noodle, he still had the strength to climb up, but he couldn't climb, and he couldn't even move. In the sound of the water, he could clearly hear the slight cracking of the wooden plank that was stuck in his two arms.

He didn't want to fall into the river.

Although the river is not turbulent, it is unfathomable, and the two banks are hundreds of meters apart, and now with his physical strength, it is estimated that he will not be able to swim to the shore at all. The dumb man hung motionless on the bridge, wanting to call, but he was a dumb again, so he could only ** uh-huh, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The sleepiness had already run clean, and the dumb eyes were rolling back and forth, hoping that there would be a person on the bridge at this time. The man only needed to pull him and he would be able to get out. So, when the footsteps came, the dumb man who was paralyzed immediately came to his senses, turned his head in the direction of the footsteps, and became more energetic.

The moon was already setting in the west, and the man came from the west of the bridge, and the moonlight fell behind him, and his face was in shadow. He walked in a particularly strange way, with a weight tied to his legs, and with each step, he had to lift with great effort and then fall down heavily. And his upper body did not move at all, his two arms naturally hung down on his sides, and he did not even have the slightest swing when he walked.

Where did the dumb man care about this at this time, no matter who came, he only hoped that the person would reach out and pull him.

The man walked slowly, and walking seemed to be a struggle for him. But he finally walked up to the mute, who looked up, first smiling flatteringly, and then "mmmmmmmmmmmmmm By this time, he had seen the faces of the people who came, so his smile became more natural.

The man stood straight in front of him, and then finally reached out to the mute.

The mute grabbed the man's hand, feeling only hard and powerful. He was more relieved, it was not a problem for him to come out with such a hand.

The man came with a hard hand, and the dumb man crawled up from the hole in the bridge little by little.

The frightened party was fixed, and the mute quickly "babbled" and thanked the comer. He couldn't speak, so he could only bend over his knees and swing his hands in front of him. But suddenly, his smile froze on his face, replaced by a look of horror. His hands swinging in front of him stopped instantly, and his whole body fell straight towards the man.

The man's backward movements were very fast, and the dumb body fell heavily on the bridge deck, and when he fell to the ground, his whole body began to twitch, and the corners of his mouth squirmed, and some blood gushed out rapidly.

He didn't know why he died until he died.