When I got here, I had reached the point where I was deep into the abyss, and I didn't expect it to be as bright as an oil lamp. The only purpose of the oil lamp is to illuminate, and there are people here.

However, the person who lit the oil lamp did not seem to shy away from it at all, and the light source I carried was the obvious target, and when I saw that little light, the owner of the light must have seen me as well. The other party did not extinguish the lights and ignored me.

The more this happens, the more it makes me feel at risk. I snapped off the light and dodged to the side, hiding behind a rock near the junction and poking my head out to look that way.

The narrow path was at the end, the space was wider than before, the terrain seemed to be a little flatter, I watched for a while, trying to see it more clearly, but the distance was too far for the little firefly-like light to illuminate.

When I didn't turn off my light source just now, I roughly remembered that although the road had reached the end, this abyss had not yet reached the end, and I had to go forward again.

If something is abnormal, it must be a demon, and in this kind of place, the light of an oil lamp suddenly appears, and it is not right to think about it. I'm thinking about whether or not to move on.

As I kept staring at the lights in the distance, the sound of conversation that had disappeared seemed to sound again. This place is no more than a narrow path, and the empty space confuses the source of the sound, and it sounds as if it is coming from all directions at the same time, and it is impossible to tell where the source of the sound is.

It was empty all around, and there was no half of a figure in sight, only the lights shining in the distance. This kind of conversation almost harassed me all the way, and I was already very used to listening to it. This time, I heard it again, and among these conversations, there was Zhang Momo's voice.

Not only Zhang Momo's voice, but the man I can also hear the conversation should be Lao Wang. From this point of view, in the sound of conversation, there must be Ning Kitten.

I couldn't tell where that sound came from. After listening to it for about a few minutes, the sound seemed to drift into the distance.

It is very strange to say, when I was in the path, the ethereal sound was not very far away, but I couldn't hear it clearly, but now that the place is bigger, the sound is obviously far away, but it sounds much brighter than just now. I could hear that they were still arguing over something.

"Whether he finds here or not, remember, what should be said and what should not be said, and resolutely cannot be said." Zhang Momo's voice stood out in the messy conversation: "You must remember. ”

Lao Wang must have accosted him, but his voice was not as clear as Zhang Momo's. Still, I could hear that I was the one they were talking about.

The sound of the dispute was gradually drifting away, and I involuntarily moved my steps to follow. It was pitch black everywhere, and as soon as I walked into this vast space, I didn't even have a place to lean on, so I walked with the sound one foot deep and one foot shallow.

From here to the place where the sparkle was flickering, that is, dozens of meters, in the process of following the sound, the distance became closer and closer, and I vaguely saw that the little lights were at least the light emitted by a dozen oil lamps. There is no convection air in the space, and the lights burn steadily. The lights dimly reflected the surrounding scene, and there seemed to be a small house over there.

The purpose of the house is to live in people, and since the house is built, it means that there are people living in it. The first time I came to the depths of the abyss, I never thought that there would be people living here.

This situation is still quite abnormal, and I can't help but be on guard. It's just that the strange sound of conversation has entangled me, which means that after I entered the abyss, I was noticed, and now whether I advance or retreat, it is impossible to get rid of the other party's surveillance.

Thinking of this, I simply didn't hide, and even turned on my own light, and walked straight towards the place where the light was on.

Nearer and nearer, I had reached the edge of the little house, and the faint sounds of conversation that had been lingering in my ears had vanished once more. I slowly turned my head and scanned it, and as the light shone through, I saw that these small houses were very simple, basically built of the kind of wooden boxes that had been demolished, and the huts were so small that people couldn't even straighten their waists when they got into them.

As soon as I saw this, I immediately thought of the low and somewhat unusual houses of the Nameless Ancient City. Is such a house used for living?

At the door of every small house, an oil lamp was lit, and there was no sound or a person. However, I can tell that there must be people here who hang out regularly. These oil lamps are made by filling the rice bowl with oil and adding a wick, and after a while, you have to add oil to it, which must be taken care of by a special person.

The humble little houses caught my attention, and I could feel that none of them were empty, and that there must be something in them, even if they were not inhabited.

I want to see what's in these little houses.

I stood at the edge of the house for at least ten minutes or so, and I couldn't hear anything, but I was already exposed, and I didn't need to dodge, so I had the courage to raise my legs and walk forward, without even pulling out my weapon. I knew very well in my heart that if the people in the abyss were to attack me, then I would not be able to get here at all, and it would be superfluous to defend myself with a weapon.

I walked up to a small house that had no windows and only one door. The door was blocked by wooden boards, and what was inside could not be seen for the time being. I approached the door to see through the gap between the planks.

Click.......

At this moment, there was a clicking sound in a hut in the back, and although I was already in the mood to get out of the way, the sudden sound startled me, and I raised my foot and took several steps back.

The view was obscured by the wooden house, and I couldn't see what was behind me, but by the sound of the sound, it was something that had touched the door of one of the cabins. Immediately after, I saw the light reflect a hunched shadow on the ground.

It must have been the shadow of a person, someone coming out of the hut in the back.

I stood still, thinking fine, but someone suddenly appeared, and I didn't know what to do for a while. The shacks were close to each other, and the hunched shadow slowly moved a few steps, and the owner of the shadow stepped out of the blind spot.

It was an old man, with a bit of a rickety waist, and when he came out from behind, he leaned against the hut and looked up at me. This person is not faceless, I have seen it before, and I quickly recalled it, and I immediately remembered him.

We organized a team to move before, and when we didn't reach the destination, we needed to find a place to rest along the way to ensure that we had enough mental and physical strength. After so many actions, there are less than a dozen or twenty hotels involved. One of the most broken, I remember it vividly.

The hotel is almost a sheepfold rebuilt, the boss is surnamed Shi, is an old man, usually does not say anything, a very Buddhist boss, never solicits business, does not please customers, love to live on the live, do not come to pull down. The rooms in his hotel are like Pansi Caves, and I guess I will never forget them.

In many cases, it is unexpected. This old man surnamed Shi has only one relationship with me, and I didn't expect to meet here again.

At the same time, I realized for the first time that this big event seems to be very secretive, but there are actually a lot of people involved, and many of them are very hidden.

Old man Shi leaned against the hut next to me and looked at me a few times, coughed twice, and said, "Coming?" ”

"Just here." I couldn't see what Old Man Shi meant for a while, his words were very calm, as if he was greeting a guest who had just arrived in his own shabby hotel.

"Sit down." Old man Shi walked a few steps and brought me an empty wooden box. I looked down and saw that the wooden box was originally used for things like canned food and compressed dry food.

The other party did not show any intention or hostility for the time being, so I sat down. Old man Shi himself moved an empty box, sat two meters away from me, took out a cigarette pouch, and lit a cigarette with the oil lamp next to him.

"Your hotel, closed anymore?"

"It's open." Old Man Shi smoked a cigarette and pointed towards the simple wooden houses around: "Isn't this a hotel?" ”