The moment I looked back and saw this rotten mushroom-like guy's lips squirming, my whole body was completely numb. But in the blink of an eye, I suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, I felt that this guy, who had been blinded and sentenced to death, seemed to want to say something.

My brain was disturbed by this sudden feeling, and if I changed to someone else, I guess my liver trembled when I saw this scene, but I seemed to forget to shout, and watched this "person" who did not look like a human being, crawling slowly towards me against the ground.

He climbed very slowly, only two or three meters away, and climbed for several minutes. I still couldn't turn the corner, and I stood there like a chicken.

The fellow slowly climbed up to my feet, and the head that seemed to be rotten and long hair struggled to lift up. His mouth was still moving, and there was a faint sound that was very soft. I was disgusted when I saw this fellow's miserable situation, but at this moment, I was sure that he must have wanted to say something.

The two of us seemed to maintain a silent tacit understanding at this time, and while he raised his head, I couldn't help but squat down.

As soon as the two of them were closer, I heard the syllables coming out of the man's mouth.

"Monkey ...... The monkey said......"

"Say what?"

"Monkey said......" The man's mouth was squirming, and I could see his white teeth, I don't know if I had the illusion because of the confusion, I felt that the man's rotten face had an expression that looked like he was crying and laughing: "The monkey said...... You should open that ...... That box......"

"Where did you hear that, listen to the monkeys? One-eyed monkeys? I was taken aback, the one-eyed monkey had been burned to ashes, and when the man entered the earthen cave, the hole was empty, and I couldn't tell how the one-eyed monkey was "communicating" with him.

But as soon as I finished speaking, the man's head fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no movement.

It wasn't until this time that I came back to my senses and subconsciously looked around. The night of Baklang was quiet, no one could be seen, no sound could be heard, but my heart was always hanging in my throat, and I felt an imperceptible evil wafting in this deathly silence.

I ran to the car where they were napping, but I didn't know whether to tell me what had just happened. It was more than half an hour after the ink was there, and the guys woke up, packed up their things, and prepared to leave Bucklang. As soon as he packed his things, the guy who had crawled out of the canvas was immediately discovered, and several people looked at each other, completely unaware of what was going on.

"Don't ask what's going on, lift people to the car." Blind San'er took off her glasses, squinted at her highly myopic eyes and looked around, and finally her gaze fell on me: "This place, you can't come in the future." ”

Blind San'er said this, which was equivalent to giving up the wooden coffin buried in the soil hole, and I couldn't persuade him, so I followed the team and left Baklang with my head down.

The journey was very smooth, and I returned to Huayang safely. I know the rules of the ancient line, this matter of Baklang must be rotten in the stomach forever, and I can't tell anyone.

On the day I returned to Huayang, I took the longevity box from home and asked Blind San'er to help open the box. Blind San'er introduced me to an uncle, the old man was very nice and patient, and taught me to identify these hidden mechanisms, as well as the correct way to open the box.

As soon as I came into contact with the blind uncle, I felt that these old people in the ancient line were about to become fine, and the old man only taught me how to open the box, and he didn't stick to the things in the box, and he didn't even look at them, just in response to the old saying, the more you eat, the better, and the less you know, the better.

I hid at home and opened this manuel box by myself.

In the past two years, I have guessed countless times what will be in this little box. Because the process of getting the box is very hanging, my hunch tells me that the box is probably not an ordinary item. Although I was mentally prepared, I couldn't help but be stunned the moment the longevity box was opened, and the hand holding the box also trembled.

In the longevity box, there is an ear, if I read it correctly, it should be a human ear, the left ear.

I can't possibly know whose ears are in this box and when they were in. This left ear is estimated to have undergone some special antiseptic treatment, and periwinkle, a rare and rare wood, has a magical antiseptic function, so the ears in the box are not rotten, and even slightly elastic.

I put on my gloves and gently removed my ears, then looked at the box carefully, looking for any other side information. But the ear was in the box, and other than that, there was nothing.

I believe that when anything happens, there is a reason and a motive, and this left ear cannot be kept in a longevity box for no reason. At least, I can tell that the ear probably has some origin, and that it is contained in such a precious box so that it can be preserved for a long time.

The ears may have been preserved for a long time, although they have undergone special antiseptic treatment and are equipped with a longevity box, but there is a very light black pattern on the ears, which looks like they are about to grow fungus.

When I slowly flipped my ear, my eyes froze, and after a while, I was afraid that I would be mistaken, so I put this ear in front of me.

On the earlobe, there is a crescent-shaped black mole about the size of a sesame seed. This black mole is very inconspicuous, mixed in with a faint circle of black lines on the ears, which can only be seen until you look closely.

My heart was once again in turmoil, and I panicked, and the feeling of disbelief I had when I saw the one-eyed monkey kept rolling in my heart. I involuntarily reached out and touched my left ear.

From the time I was sensible, I knew that there was a crescent-shaped black mole on my left earlobe. Because the mole is small and doesn't affect anything, I never cared about it.

But now, I can't be calm.

I picked up the ears in the box, ran to the bathroom, and compared them next to my left ear. Looking in the mirror, I almost had the illusion that the ears in the box felt as if they had been cut off from me.

My mind boiled all at once, when I first got this box two years ago, I had no idea that so many things would happen. And everything that happened around the box was so outrageous that it was unbelievable.

The left ear in the longevity box is exactly the same as my ear, and the more I look at it, the more I feel panicked. I put my ears back on, and my eyes were fixed on the broken phone I had brought back from Buckrang.

I want to see how many incredible things are involved.

I found the charger for the phone I had lost earlier from the storage compartment on the balcony and plugged it into the broken phone. When the charging port is plugged in, it can make people feel quite adaptable.

My eyes were fixed on the broken phone, and after only a few minutes, the screen of the broken phone turned on, revealing a sign that was charging.

In other words, this broken mobile phone found from the one-eyed monkey is functional and can be used normally. When the battery reached the point where it could be turned on, I immediately pressed the power button on the broken phone.

The phone is turned on, and under the two V-shaped cracks on the outer screen, the boot screen makes me feel more and more familiar. My memory suddenly began to clutter because my subconscious told me that this was not the first time I had witnessed the boot screen of my phone. Once upon a time, this mobile phone with a broken screen accompanied me through the lonely years of the Seven Holes Bridge, and the lonely days are hard to forget.

After the phone was turned on, my hands were still shaking slightly. I had a numeric boot code on my phone, and I took a breath and pressed the six-digit passcode I had been using. I'm used to this string of passwords, not only the mobile phone boot password, but even the bank card mess and those things that need passwords, all of which are these six-digit passwords.

When the six-digit PIN is entered, the numeric combination lock is immediately opened.

At this point, I felt like I had seen a ghost. Needless to say, this broken phone must be the one I lost before.