I glanced at the fat man and scolded back in a low voice: "That's your uncle, the third master of your family." ”

After scolding, the fat man just raised his eyebrows, he aimed at the old madman, I knew that he was talking louder, so he cautiously looked at the old madman again. The old madman didn't make much action, but just repeated what he had just said: "You guys, who is Lu Liang." ”

The fat man pushed me in the back, and at this time I didn't know if the other party had a grudge against me, so the fat man was considered by me to be an unrighteous behavior, and I wanted to spit dirty, but my body had already taken half a step.

By this point, it was clear that I was the one he was looking for. When the old madman saw that I had come forward, he immediately jumped up, really jumping.

Although the old madman was a little anxious, he still did not relax his action of being ready to fire at any time. He ruffled his hair, which was obviously all knotted, and it took him a long time to tear open a little space.

Immediately, I saw a dark, old face. I was horrified that the face was almost entirely covered with rough folds, and even more horrifying was that when the face was infinitely close to me, I realized that there was something wrong with his eyes.

The eyes were almost closed, but I could still see that the closed eye sockets were sunken inward, and the squinted eyes were white in the outlet. This man doesn't know if he can see it, but if he looks at me so closely, he should be able to see it, but his eyes are not good, and his high degree of myopia is certain.

The old madman leaned in front of my face and looked at it for a long time before slowly pulling back. At such a close distance, I baptized the smell of his body, and all kinds of pungent smells were mixed, and there seemed to be the smell of feces, urine and rotten flesh.

I was so smoked that I covered my nose, and when the old madman turned around, he opened his mouth again: "Someone asked me to wait for you here, I have been waiting for twenty years, and today I finally ......"

I was surprised by the old madman's words, but I immediately assumed that it was a slip of the tongue of the old madman, perhaps he meant to say two years, which also coincided with my hapless brother's first visit. But the point is why wait for me.

I immediately threw out this question, although Lao Zhuang had basically told me: "Who instructed you, why are you waiting for me?" ”

The old man burst into a burst of laughter like a silver bell, and the laughter was slightly hoarse, almost as if it had come from a person. After laughing, the old madman continued: "Who? Don't you know? He's an old friend of yours. ”

I really don't understand why the old madman is doing this, but I think that this man has lived here for at least two years, and has not had contact with outsiders, and it is not a big deal that he has some problems with his speech and language.

I knew that the person he was talking about was probably the old brother's eight lambs, so I didn't dwell on this issue anymore, and asked the point directly: "Then why are you waiting for me, what does he want to tell me?" ”

After asking, the man raised the fire gun in his hand, and I panicked, thinking that it would not be waiting for me to send me to Hades, right? Grandma's legs, I couldn't help but have a few words of condolences in my heart, but when I thought about it, it was wrong, so I hurriedly snorted a few times.

Fortunately, the old madman was just playing with the firebolt, and he wasn't pointing it at any of us. The old man didn't say anything after that, just waved his hand and told us to find a place for ourselves.

I didn't understand it, so I asked why. The old madman let out another sound of metal table corners sliding the floor tiles: "Not yet, you can only go to that place tomorrow morning." ”

The old madman ignored us after speaking, hid to the side, and brought out a few jars, and I looked at the jars and found that they were black powder, and this man reloaded the firecracker, and the bullets were actually some silver-black lumps, which were not ordinary iron sand, but metal particles scattered from gas-cut steel in large machine factories, and these things were really used like this.

We found a corner where there was no accumulation of things, and there was no door directly to the outside of the whole room, this was a shadow room, and most of the so-called shadow rooms existed in large households in high-walled compounds, because only they had spare money and use to build.

As the name suggests, most of the rooms can only be seen from the outside, but you can't see anything wrong from the outside, you will only think that this is a part of the whole house, and you will not find that the original room is small when you walk in, because this kind of mezzanine room has a special setting in terms of structure and layout.

Most of the purposes of this kind of shadow room are to hide objects or Tibetans, thieves to kill, or opponents to kill mouths, as long as they enter through the secret passage in advance, there is absolutely nothing at all, and the thieves can't find it, unless they are so vicious that they tear down the entire house.

I don't know where the studio is in the village, but the location must be special. But from the environment, I can also find that this person has lived here for no less than ten years, the pillars of the room are almost full of pulp, the wooden beams and eaves on the roof are also black, the smell here is a bit strong, not ventilated, and half of the house is full of debris, so I still don't have much intention of staying, but the old madman has been loading the firecracker, this deterrent coupled with the power of the firecracker, I really don't have the courage to rush down the dark tunnel.

At this time, it suddenly flashed in my mind, and I thought of the little boy we had seen at the entrance of the village, but then I saw the mask on the cliff, which was not a friendly memory, but because I suddenly calmed down for a while, I remembered.

Is the little ghost really a ghost, what did he say...... Or nonsense, whether it is credible or not. I finally mustered up the courage to ask the question.

The old madman was busy with his hands, but when he heard me ask about the little ghost, he immediately turned his head. But with that Sadako-like face, I really don't know the difference between him turning around and not turning.

The old madman's voice changed slightly, and with a slight doubt, he turned his head and asked, "Where did you see that?" He ......"

The old madman didn't finish speaking, paused, but didn't continue. At this time, the fat man responded first: "One kilometer outside the entrance of the village, my ass didn't open the flowers for me, you have to take care of it if it's your grandson, otherwise it will become a ......."

Here the fat man realized that he was talking too much, so he immediately shut his mouth. But the old madman did not show any attitude, he just looked in our direction for a moment, then turned back and went about himself.

The fat man and I looked at each other, and did not dare to continue to guess the contents, it was very clear whether these had anything to do with us, and it did not, so the fat man said a few more words, and seeing that I had no intention of talking to him, he patted the dust on the wall and leaned up.

I thought to myself for a while, and then I began to feel a little depressed about why I was in this situation again. The fat man wasn't worried, I don't know if he was pretending, but I already had black lines on my head.

It's a bit of a problem, and the situation is also very weird. The old madman was entrusted with it, but for what? Judging by his appearance, he definitely doesn't go out of the mountains often, and he may not even have been out of the mountains for several years.

Outwardly, this man has become a complete savage, except that he is still clothed. But mentally, this person is still very sober, but his eyes seem to have some degeneration or some kind of disease, and I secretly analyzed it for a while without any result, and finally found that this did not work, because the old madman also said that he would go tomorrow, and I think he would still know, and most of them were only a matter of time.

It's not too late now, it's dark early in the mountains, and it's not long since it's all dark to now. After a while, my self-soothing didn't work, and I worried about the people in the ancestral hall again.

Our reminder message was sent out, but we didn't know if the other party heard it, those monkeys could easily make us kill ourselves, and the small-caliber guns assembled by the team were basically useless to them, and I really felt that those rice buckets outside would become a good meal for the monkeys.

It's just that I really can't get over it in my heart, those strong men who are afraid that they have done a lot of illegal things in the past, and they will die when they die, and they deserve it. But Tahara is right, and Sister Er doesn't seem to be very wrong, I have some ungentlemanly thoughts about the rest of the people in my heart, but I still hope that the monkeys don't run around the village.

The fat man protested a little after lying down for a while, but the first to protest was his stomach, we didn't bring much supplies at all, let alone basic equipment, we didn't want to stay in the village for long, but now it's good, and sure enough, we have planted a problem on these things.

To be honest, the old madman is really not bad, but he doesn't understand what it means to put a black gun on us when we first see him. Putting that aside for the time being, let's just say that not only did they not do anything to us now, but they also supported our hungry stomachs.

The old madman glanced at the things hanging on the beams of the house, and when he first came, he thought it was some kind of rag, and the light in the room was already dark, so he couldn't see clearly, and now the fat man took it off, and we found that it was air-dried meat.

I don't know what kind of meat it is, but it must be a wild thing, the meat is very black and dried with smoke, the strips of meat are not big, at first I didn't dare to eat it, but the fat man completely ignored it, cut off a piece with a dagger, saw that it was not broken, closed his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth. The result was normal, he didn't show a look of food poisoning.

I did not close my eyes all night, and the old madman, as if to save the light, turned off the light, until the next morning, when the sun shone through the crack in the roof, and I heard no movement outside the house, at least not the gunshots, which was very pleasing to my liking, and the worst of all proved that the men had not encountered enough incidents for them to shoot.

We walked out of the studio and walked a long way through the hallway, and only when we reached the end did the old madman push open a stone slab blocking the dark passage, and we stopped. It's not much different from the other tunnels, but it's a different scene in the tunnels.