Lao He's chattering made me feel very bottomless. However, the guards are all in the basement, and the slightest unusual noise will definitely attract their attention. Lao He looks stupid, but he is not stupid at all, he should not do something stupid to shoot himself in the foot.

"What are you going to do?" I asked Lao He in a whisper.

Lao He didn't make a sound, just shook his head lightly at me, and then the eyeballs in his two eyes rolled upward, and the whole person seemed to have cramps, and as if he had committed a sheep madness, he twitched a few times silently on the stool.

If people who are not familiar with him see him like this, they will definitely think that he has suddenly fallen ill.

I saw that with the twitching of his body, Lao He's eyes were dull, his eyes were glancing to the right, and his mouth was crooked. I watched him change dumbfounded, and I didn't dare to say anything.

Swish!!!

At this time, the two eyeballs in Lao He's eye sockets suddenly rolled upward, as if they flew out of the eye sockets, leaving only the whites of the eyes and no black eyeballs.

The hairs on my body stood on end, and although there were people outside the hut, I guess no one could remain calm in the face of a man who had suddenly lost his eyeballs.

Lao He's eyes were full of whites, and his appearance was very scary. However, he seemed to stop his convulsions and quieted down. He stretched out a hand, dipped it in a little water, and wrote quickly on the table.

I've never seen someone who can write so quickly, and his fingers are like a typewriter, and as his fingertips wander, the handwriting is revealed on the table. Not only does he write quickly, but he also writes beautifully, neatly and clearly.

The words were written with water and would soon evaporate, and I had to read them with full attention. My eyes could barely keep up with the speed at which he could write.

He wrote something to me. Through the handwriting, I could see that on the day Lao He and Zhao Sanyuan set me up, he actually saw something in my head, but he hid it and didn't tell Zhao Sanyuan.

Because, when he saw what was in my head, he keenly felt that this was a good opportunity to save himself. If you tell Zhao Sanyuan the truth, Zhao Sanyuan can't spoil his own affairs for him, so Lao He violated the principle that he had adhered to for half his life, not only concealed Zhao Sanyuan, but also told me Zhao Sanyuan's intentions as they were.

Lao He wrote here, and I just finished reading it. I looked up at him, I wanted to ask but I didn't dare to say anything, I wanted to ask him what he saw in my head.

However, Lao He followed and wrote on the table again, and as soon as I saw the words he wrote, I was stunned.

Lao He said, there is a grave in my mind.

Have a grave in your head? This is just. I don't believe that there is a grave in my head, but I think Lao He's brain is full of paste.

I couldn't help it, I really wanted to refute Lao He. But when I saw Lao He's eyes, which were all whites, I suddenly felt that he was talking nonsense, what good was it for himself?

Moreover, why did Zhao Sanyuan bring Lao He here to see if there was anything in my head? This can only show that Zhao Sanyuan originally thought that there was really something in my head.

However, I can't understand how there can be a grave in a person's mind.

He went on writing, and he meant that he did see a grave in my head. Not only is there a tomb, but there is also a wordless tablet at the head of the grave.

And the people buried in this tomb can save Lao He.

"In this respect, you and I are the same kind of people." Lao He wrote: "Sympathy for the same disease, but my illness is worse than yours." ”

I looked at Lao He suspiciously, these few sentences he wrote were clearly telling me that not only did I have this kind of unimaginable and incomprehensible thing in my head, but there seemed to be something in his head.

"There is a grave in your head, and in my head, there is ......"

As he wrote this, Lao He's fingers turned and he began to draw on the table.

At first, I really couldn't tell what Lao He was drawing, his level of drawing was too far worse than his level of writing. However, when I finished drawing everything, I suddenly felt that Lao He's painting seemed to be a fox with a little strange appearance, a three-legged fox.

In this way, I am even more dizzy. Lao He's head, there is a three-legged fox?

Lao He waited until the handwriting in the first part was dry, and then immediately started to continue writing. He also knew that there were some things that had to be hurried, and if the guards found out that something was wrong, not only me, but also him would be in trouble.

His fingers walked the dragon and snake, and there was a large paragraph of handwriting, which was about some of his experiences.

Lao He was originally a very ordinary person, born in a village about forty kilometers away from Xincheng. Their family, and even their village, were very poor, Lao He had never gone to school since he was a child, and he didn't know how to read when he was thirteen or fourteen years old.

At that time, like other people of his age in the village, he would go to the mountains to get some mountain goods, and when he saved more, he would ask someone to take them to the city to sell them in exchange for a small amount of money to subsidize the family. When the harvest season comes, picking mountain goods is a national activity in the village, and people enter the mountain in groups.

Once, because of something at home, Lao He went out late, and as a result, he heard that the people who picked mountain goods seemed to have inadvertently dug up something. He hurried to join in the fun, and when he arrived, he realized that the villagers had dug up a house.

A lonely little house with some messy things in it, stone pots and bowls, and some things like incense burners. No one knew the origin and usefulness of this house, and after watching it for a while, they couldn't find anything valuable, so the people slowly dispersed.

Lao He had a lot of eyes, so when he went outside to sell mountain goods, he chatted with the people who collected mountain goods. Those peddlers traveled north and south, and they had seen much more than him. The hawker also specially explained to Lao He that if he found any old objects in the village, he must keep them, and he might be able to sell them for a lot of money.

Lao He couldn't have known the origin of this small house, but his intuition told him that the stone pots and bowls in the house, as well as things like incense burners, should be years old. He wanted to get one or two pieces and show them to others when the collector came.

Lao He thought so and did so, but the things in the room, with a faint weirdness, looked like a small stone bowl, but it seemed to weigh thousands of catties, and he couldn't move it with all his strength. Lao He was busy for a long time and couldn't take away a single thing.

He was unwilling and wanted to find something to take with him. After searching for a long time, he found a painting.

Strictly speaking, it's not a painting. The painting shows a strange-looking man with a talisman-like character written around him that no one can understand, as well as the sexagenary branches. This is probably the only thing that can be taken away in the whole hut, so Lao He was helpless, so he put this painting away and took it away, intending to try his luck.

However, this painting changed the fate of his life.

On the night he took the painting, Lao He began to have a fever, and he was so confused. The fever didn't go away for three days in a row, and he almost took Lao He's life. On the fourth day, Lao He was dazed, feeling as if there was something beside his pillow.

The black light blinded the fire, and Lao He was burned again, and he could only see that it was a black shadow. The shadow crawled slowly beside Lao He's pillow, and Lao He wanted to hide, but he didn't have any strength up and down.

Finally, he felt as if the black shadow had crept into his ears.

Early the next morning, Lao He's fever subsided, and he was refreshed, completely without the feeling of sickness when he had a fever. He was happy, but when he got up to wash his face, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with his eyes.

What's wrong is that the left eye is bigger, the left eye is bigger than the right eye, but the eyeball is smaller than the right eye.

This accident frightened Lao He a lot, and he found a lot of doctors to see him, but no one could see the cause.

After that, Lao He could often hear someone talking in his ear, even if he was alone in the house, the sound was continuous.

That voice taught him something, for example, Lao He asked a person's surname and date of birth, as long as the other party told Lao He this, then, it didn't take much time, and that voice would tell Lao He some of the other party's situation.

When Lao He wrote this, I suddenly understood. No wonder Lao He never needs any hexagram tools to tell fortunes, nor does he need to look at incense, it turns out that he is not counting at all, but someone told him.

When Lao He got this trick, he began to try to show people some things, but he didn't dare to look at it in his own village, so he went to the neighboring village, or beyond. Because he is accurate in "calculation", he gradually became a little famous.

Then the voice taught him how to use his left eye to see things he couldn't see.

Regarding his left eye, it is actually very mysterious, and sometimes even Lao He himself can't say it clearly. For example, if he stands on the side of a wall and looks with his left eye, he can see people or things on the other side of the wall.

When Lao He became proficient in the use of his left eye, once when he looked in the mirror, he saw that there was a fox in his head, a three-legged fox.

It was at this time that Lao He knew that the voices that had been appearing in his ears in the past few years were all from this three-legged fox.

Lao He learned fortune-telling and learned to use his left eye, and his fame became bigger and bigger, and more and more people came to him for work. At this time, the three-legged fox set a bunch of rules and regulations for Lao He, for example, anyone who came to Lao He to do an errand would pay a sum of money. But when Lao He got the money, he couldn't spend it himself, so he could only leave a small part for himself, barely taking care of food and clothing, and the rest had to be sent to a small temple deep in the mountains to the east of their village.

At the beginning, Lao He definitely didn't listen to this, and squandered the money himself. But after he squandered the money for the first time, he developed a sore on his abdomen, which became more and more rotten and bigger, and could not be cured with any medicine.

Lao He was scared, if this momentum continued, this sore would make the whole stomach rot.