I frowned, "But these crows you're controlling!" ”

"Nope." He shook his head slightly, "I didn't manipulate them to save you, they just wanted to save you." ”

I was a little speechless.

When I was silent, he had already stood up, and when I turned my face, I saw the face with clear angles under the black hat, revealing a hint of arrogance and coldness.

It's not the innate indifference of Ye Siming.

It was a diffuse aura that came from it, and the yin qi was very strong around his body, and his eyes exuded vicissitudes that did not match his age.

He glanced at me.

The expression on his face changed slightly, but it quickly calmed down.

He took the bamboo flute and walked past me indifferently, and the moment he passed by, I felt the cold and a dusty smell around him.

It's like the smell of corpses brought out of a tomb.

"Why are you here?" I asked, turning around and opening my mouth before he entered the jungle mist.

This man struck me as mysterious throughout.

This mystery is unfathomable, and it feels like the night of the master, along with the crisis.

I can't guess, but my gut tells me.

He's not something the old witch can match.

Even more unfathomable than the old man and the paper-binding craftsman, otherwise the faceless paper man would have seen a few crows and fled!?

"I'm looking for someone." He turned his back to me and whispered, "You're a lot like her, but you're not." ”

I don't seem to understand it.

Probably because I looked about the same age, I suddenly became a little interested in this fan-like man, and I asked, "Can you tell me your name?" ”

It was originally a very simple question.

But he was silent for a while, he was a little reminiscing and dazed, "I've forgotten." ”

After a moment, he added, "However, I love the night and have the crows as my company. Call me the Night Raven. ”

"Night Raven?"

I'm a little speechless, can this be a human name!?

But when I looked up again, he happened to be in the dark jungle, and the last image that melted into the fog was his tall back, and the crow standing on his shoulder.

A weirdo who likes the night and is in the company of crows.

But no matter what, it saved me.

I'm still very grateful.

I couldn't stay in this place, and I was afraid that I would run into something else, so I hurriedly followed the mountain road and took advantage of the moonlight to return to the village.

When I arrived in the village, before I arrived at the door of my grandmother's house, I saw the yellow cloth table under the old locust tree from a distance, and I felt a little uncomfortable looking at this spiritualist thing.

I don't know where the old man has gone.

But I also rarely thought that as soon as I entered the door of my grandmother's house, I saw at a glance that the lid of my father's coffin in the pig shed I had built was opened, and I walked over slowly.

I found that the coffin was covered with a white cloth, and my dad was covered in it like a corpse cloth in a hospital, and my dad was covered under the white cloth.

But there are two bulges under this corpse cloth, this cloth must have been covered by the old man, the old man is unreliable, he must have touched my dad when he covered it, and my dad's arm was bent.

I reached out and pulled the white cloth, trying to make my dad put his hands flat so that this position was more comfortable, but with a slight pull of the white cloth, a bald head jumped directly into my sight.

It's a bit like a bald head with rotten sores, with a blur of flesh and blood, and not a single hair.

My eyes were straight up.