I can probably guess a little bit about the trap that Anonymous set up for my father and Lu Fangding. I have direct evidence to prove that there is a human face behind Lu Fangding, and some indirect evidence can also prove that most of my father also has the human face that grows behind him. The two of them were tormented by this face.

If you want to survive, you have to find a way to solve it, and this solution may be hidden on this road.

Only keep looking and find a way to resolve it, otherwise, you will be tortured to death by the face behind you.

I finally understood why Lu Fangding had been persevering and walking on this road for so many years, not only according to the requirements of the anonymous to save many people, but also to save himself.

When I thought of this, my heart couldn't help but feel sullen. Because of Zhang Momo and Lao Wang, what they are experiencing now is no different from Lu Fangding, and they all have faces behind them, but their time is short, and they are far less heavy than the torture that Lu Fangding endured.

But that day will come sooner or later.

Anonymous is equivalent to killing Lu Fangding, so that he can't get out. However, I still can't figure out what this big event has to do with me?

The mentally ill told me that there was a knot that I could only untie, and no one else could.

What is the truth of this sentence, or the reason for this sentence? What's so surprising about me? Why do I have to solve something?

I was surprised and smiled bitterly in my heart, there was a reason why Lu Fang dragged me to the top and dragged me here.

But I still couldn't ask the blind man questions, so I could only continue listening.

"You, when you were born, you almost didn't survive." The blind fortune teller continued to say in that very stiff and rigid tone: "Your father thought that you couldn't be saved, but he didn't think about it, but he survived in the end." ”

I have heard about this before, but too much time has passed, and the information I hear is never 100% reliable and correct, so I just listen to this kind of information, remember it in my heart, and do not study it deeply.

"It's not easy for you to survive, it's very strange, you were born with a ....... in your hand Dzi, do you know it, that dzi ......."

Airplanes!!!

I was listening intently, lest I miss a single detail, but when the blind fortune teller told me this, I suddenly felt a buzz in my head, and it seemed like it was about to explode in an instant.

It was a very bad feeling, and I could even hear the sound of bones rattling. Fortunately, the funny-looking hat on his head played a role. My consciousness was completely confused at this moment, and it was much more powerful than the immortal bronze. The hat over my head kept me awake, and I immediately remembered the repeated words of the mentally ill and the blind fortune teller, and when my head was about to explode, I fell on my back to the ground, barely rolled over, and crawled towards the door of the hut.

The blind fortune teller is still talking, but I can't hear what he's talking about. With all the strength of my body, I crawled out of the hut and crawled to the door of the outhouse with great difficulty. When I climbed here, I really couldn't crawl, and the whole person seemed to be collapsed.

I was lying on the ground, and it didn't take long for me to get my strength down. For maybe ten minutes, I forgot who I was, I forgot where I was, I didn't remember anything, my brain seemed to explode, and it seemed empty.

I don't know how long it was, but the blind fortune teller groped his way up to me and helped me up.

I sat on the broken chaise longue in the room, and the blind fortune teller gave me some water, and the feeling of not knowing anything gradually disappeared.

Unconsciously, a piece of sweat broke out on my head and body, although I couldn't notice anything just now, but when I woke up, I felt as if I had walked around the ghost gate.

The blind fortune teller stood guard by the chaise longue, and when I was slowly finished drinking and could speak, he took off the hat from my head and sighed.

"No, I still can't tell." The blind man shook his head and said, "You have seen it yourself, and it will kill you." ”

At this moment, I felt something. Lu Fangding and the mentally ill said that once I know something, I will die. I didn't feel that way before, and it wasn't until today that I really realized that maybe this situation would really kill me.

Why? Why is that? Why do you have to drop the chain when it comes to the most critical issues?

"Can't you say anything else?" I put down the teacup in my hand, and then I realized that the blind man's teacup was dirty, and the water I had just drunk couldn't help but spit out again.

"It doesn't matter if you say anything else."

"Then why did I do this as soon as I told me this?"

"Someone won't let you say it." The blind man shook his head again: "No one can do anything, unless one day you don't want to live anymore and risk life and death, you can know what things are like." ”

I sighed, this may be the limit of what a blind man can tell me, if I say it deeper, if I say it clearly, something will definitely happen again.

I collapsed and lay on the recliner for a while, as if I had just done some extreme sport. The blind man fumbled around in the hut for a while, got something to eat, and a bottle of wine, and invited me to a meal here.

I felt dizzy and nauseous, but I did want to talk to the blind man again, so I forced myself to stand up and sit down across from him.

The blind fortune teller also seems to like to drink two sips, and the place where he lives is not good, but the wine is good. I picked up the bottle and poured it for him, and until this time, my hands were still shaking faintly.

"Why don't you have some too?" The blind man sniffed the wine, took a sip and drank a glass.

"I'm not drinking, I'm just here to talk to you." I filled the blind man again, and while pouring wine, I asked, "Do you know that mentally ill man?" ”

"Acquaintance."

"How do you know him?"

"It's been a long time, I don't remember very clearly, someone brought him over and let me know him." The blind fortune teller carefully took the wine glass, for fear that a drop of wine would spill out of the glass.

"Who brought him here?"

"Liu Damao."

"Liu Damao?" I was stunned for a moment, but I reacted immediately, Liu Damao is Lu Fangding's real name. Don't look at the ancient line of Huayang, the name Lu Fangding is majestic and loud, but this is just an outside name, his real name in the village is Liu Damao.

I felt that the blind fortune teller was a very simple and cheerful person, and when I asked him anything, he said it directly.

The blind fortune teller drank wine and told him about the mentally ill man. The patient was brought over by Lu Fangding and handed over to the blind fortune teller, who is an auxiliary role. I listened to him for a while, and I probably knew in my heart that the duties of a blind fortune teller and Xiao Mao are basically the same. It's just that the blind fortune teller leads the patient, and Xiao Mao leads me.

It's already obvious that Lu Fangding didn't want to involve me at the beginning. He gave hope to the patient, but as time passed, Lu Fangding may find that the patient could not complete the task.

Moreover, the patient probably pretended to be crazy and stupid, confused Lu Fangding, and made Lu Fangding have no choice but to give up on him, and then tried his best to bring me to this road.

The blind fortune teller looks old and thin, and he walks tremblingly, I can't figure out how Lu Fangding asked him to lead the mentally ill.

At this moment, I was almost recovered, and sitting face to face with the blind man, I suddenly noticed that there was something special about his eyes.

He may not be the same as the kind of person who is born blind. Looking at this blind fortune teller, I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered the blind man I had met in the Danmeng Basin and the old road of the Huyang River.

The blind man was originally a normal person, but because he stayed in a dark place all year round, his eyesight deteriorated. I looked at the blind fortune teller in front of me, and suddenly understood that this old blind man was actually a normal person, and he was blind because he stayed in absolute darkness for too long.

I kind of understand that this blind fortune teller was the first person to guard the Danmeng Basin, maybe he was old, or there may be other reasons, so he was replaced. However, his eyes could never be restored, and he would live in darkness forever.

If you think about it this way, the blind fortune teller is a participant in a big event, no wonder he knows a lot of things.

"What is the ultimate goal of this big event?"

"The door." The blind fortune teller said without hesitation: "Find a door." ”

"The gate of Taal Lake?"

"Not necessarily, the kind of place where there are gates everywhere, but not only Ta'er Lake, where the gate is, it's still unclear." The blind fortune teller turned his face sideways and said: "You have been to the Danmeng Basin, to the old road of the Huyang River, and to the Ta'er Lake, then you will probably go to one more place, and you will live." ”

"Where?"

"That place is called the Dome Silver City."