"Excuse me, how to get to the Ghost Dark Forest?"

Sitting on the embankment of the Osai River, Ringer caught a day's fish today, and he didn't catch a single shrimp, and behind him, someone asked politely.

He raised his right hand and pointed to the other side of the river and said: "Cross the river, and then pass through the birch forest, and then, you will see a swamp, don't turn around, walk along the middle, remember, don't walk on the newly grown grass, after the swamp, you can enter the ghost dark forest, man, what can't you think of, you have to enter the ghost dark forest?" ”

The visitor only said, "Thank you, your fishing rod is beautiful."

Then, there was no sound.

Ringer doesn't want to turn back, there are usually two kinds of people who dare to go to the Ghost Dark Forest, one is that they can't live, and the other is that they don't want to live.

The people in the village said that looking back at the people who went to the Ghost Dark Forest would bring bad luck.

The third kind of people, so far, he has not seen.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of hurried and heavy horses' hooves.

He couldn't help but look back, it was a knight in a black cloak, galloping on a big black horse.

The one who asked for directions is moving away.

The sound of iron hooves made by the dark horse make Ringer have an abnormal and inexplicable sense of restlessness.

The knight's cloak fluttered like life in the wind, Ringer thought, was it a cloak made of mink?

Going down the steep embankment, there was an ancient stone bridge with two arches without railings, and at the head of the bridge, two knights were waiting for him, one of them was riding a white horse as white as snow, and that was a female knight.

On the monotonous and bleak earth, her horse is particularly conspicuous.

The distance is too far, and the side is facing Ringer, the female knight's appearance Ringer is not clear, as if covered with a layer of tulle, and against the backdrop of long black hair, the silhouette of her side shows the beauty of a very sexy mature woman.

The female knight glanced in Ringer's direction, and then turned around, but Ringer still didn't see her face clearly.

But Ringer was certain that the three were out-of-towners.

This was the first time Ringer had seen an outsider in more than half a year.

He straightened up, squinted, and watched them cross the bridge.

After crossing the bridge, the three men lined up in a line, with the white horse in front, and they were speeding up, along the country road, past the huge piles of wheat straw left behind by the harvest, without any pause, into the neat and dense birch forest.

Ringer stood for a long time, until he could no longer see their shadows, and was still standing.

He was guessing their identities, Cossack cavalrymen, mounted policemen, rich families risking their lives for fun......

On the horizon, the sun had sunset, and the sun was shining on the birch forest, and the villages on the edge of the forest, as if painted with a layer of golden paint.

In terms of time, the time they arrived at the forest should be when it was dark, and they looked as if they wanted to enter the dark forest between the dark.

Ringer was thinking when someone behind him called him: "For God's face, I have finally found you!" ”

At this time, Ringer couldn't help frowning when his thoughts were interrupted, especially by someone he hated.

"Can you be more shameless?"

The man who called him was his current father, Wilkin.

Ringer spoke, and Virkin dared to continue forward, about two meters away from Ringer, he stopped and said, "There is no point in talking about this now. ”

Ringer's gaze was withdrawn from the birch forest, and he did not look at Wilkin, but at the calm and gentle water.

There was a layer of sweat on Virkin's forehead, and his breathing was very short, like a large ball of rotten cotton wool stuffed in his lungs.

"So, you're trying to say something meaningful, right?"

Welgin's face looked particularly hesitant, and finally, he mustered up his courage: "Listen, I've been to see, Murning is not at home tonight, he is going to town, and his wife is left." ”

Ringer maintains his original position.

"Such a good opportunity, you should seize it, I finally found out about this news."

Ringer took off the broken straw hat from his head, threw it casually, and fell into the waist-high reeds.

His eyes were dark blue, deep and eerie, and his tall body exuded a special calm aura.

"Is Mourning really not at home?"

After Ringer finished speaking, his tense face suddenly revealed an evil smile, which was a smile squeezed out by the muscles of his face forcibly lifting up to the position of his cheekbones.

Welgin had never seen Ringer smile like that, but at least it was a good sign.

He said happily: "It's really not there! You agreed?! ”

The muscular power that supported the smile was stolen in an instant, and mockery and indifference perfectly replaced the enthusiasm and desire that had just emerged.

Wilkin's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and his throat squirmed spasmodically a few times because of tension.

"I'm sorry, I can't, do you need me to repeat it?"

Virkin's thin body trembled violently, he no longer had any scruples to forbear, and jumped up to Ringer in two steps, pointing at the tip of his nose and scolding: "Damn, enough is enough, I've had enough!" I worked hard to raise you, and even if I raise a dog, I know how to wag my tail and beg for mercy! ”

The mockery and indifference also suddenly disappeared, and Ringer had no expression at all: "Dog? Am I a dog? ”

Wilkin's anger was like a raging fire meeting a downpour, he compromised, his stiff body became rickety again, and his dim eyes showed a pitiful and despicable pleading look: "Can you think again?" The debt collectors will come tonight, if you don't give money, they will kill me, you can't bear to watch me hanged, right? ”

Wilkin thought he could use this trick, he had done it in the past.

"Listen, God is shouting your name right above your head."

Old Velin was completely disappointed and sighed heavily: 'I regret it, why did I give birth to you?!' ”

After he finished speaking, he took a stiff and slow step, and walked towards the ancient bridge, which he was about to cross, and tonight, he had to dodge.

After a few steps, he seemed to think of something.

"Even if you don't go to Mercy's house, you go with me to the Ghost Forest to hide, the debt collectors can't find me, you will be in trouble, they will kidnap you, beat you, even kill you, throw you into the river to feed the fish, maybe, they use you to blackmail me and make me pay a lot of money, in that way, I will be very passive."

"Don't come out tonight, the weather this season is not suitable for spending the night in the woods, good luck."

Velin was desperate, and the setting sun pulled Velgin's back very long, like a moving monster.

Beyond the birch forest, which looked like a windbreak, and beyond a narrow swamp, there was a large primeval forest, with unique tree species, which shaded the sky and the sun, called the Ghost Dark Forest, which was the refuge of Virgin, and some people saw unknown and vicious ghosts wandering around the edge of the forest.

The vast and bitterly cold Siberia is sparsely populated, a place of exile for felons and outliers, and a place where mysterious events often take place.

The Dark Forest is one of the gray areas.

That place, the sun, will also be captured.

Wilkin didn't care so much, the only place he could hide was the Dark Forest, no one would take him in, he didn't have the money to stay in a hotel in the town, and he didn't dare to find a warm bar to drink.

He would rather face the same fear as the abyss of the forest, even losing his life, than face his creditor, Shaws.

He was quite puzzled, as long as there was something like being troubled by others, his son would help him without hesitation, why not this time?

Virgin's lonely, pitiful figure, staggering among the yellow weeds, and finally, into the birch forest, he looked back one last time, and in his pupils it was a pair of indifferent blue eyes seeing him off.

Virgin is sure: Rasputin, you are not my son, no, not at the beginning of spring.

Ringer knew what Welgin was thinking.

But he, who has always had compassion, has become cold in his heart.

Rasputin, Ringer hates such a name, which translates into Russian to mean lazy and degenerate, he is a special traverser.

Before the crossing, the old liar who claimed to be able to do necromancy and was not a monk said: You can only live a wonderful life if you die.

I'm dead now, but I'm worse alive than I was when I was alive, I'm dead, and you're still lying to me.

In fact, he is not completely dead, he is resurrected, the old liar did not kill him completely, he came to another world.

The small village on the edge of the birch forest is called Shoiguna, and the desolate wasteland is particularly lonely and silent.

The village leans against a wooden building to the north, which is Ringer's current home.

There are two people living in this house, and he and old Velgin, an old fellow who is addicted to gambling.

Wilkin is a country peasant with no power, because of gambling, Vergin went bankrupt, lost all his money and property, and owed a lot of debt.

Ringer helped Welkin pay off a lot of gambling debts, but Welgin still didn't change his mind.

Soon it was dark, and Ringer erased the shadows of the three knights from his head and abandoned the disgraced fishing rod in the dead grass.

Do I still need to go back to that home?

In the village, smoke rises one after another.

He thought for a long time, but walked towards the dilapidated wooden house.

When he reached the entrance of the village, two hounds barked at him, baring their teeth as if they were about to tear him apart.

Ringer sneered, holding up his middle finger, but the tall Siberian hound did not dare, his body and thinness could not be hooked at all.

The dog's owner, the hunter Emile, came out of the fence gate and called the hound back, his eyes filled with contempt, and he looked at Ringer like a piece of stinky cow dung.

"Hey, Emir."

Ringer greeted him warmly.

He had almost no friends in this village, only people who ridiculed him all over the world: look at this idle thief, the lazy man, the garbage....

The emir glanced at him and closed the fence door.

He wanted to taunt Ringer a few words.

His plump and sturdy wife came from the house, grabbed him by the collar around his neck, and dragged him back into the house like an elk, and the wooden door made a heavy sound that it shouldn't have.

Ringer smiled self-deprecatingly, he was used to such cold eyes, and continued to go home.

When night came, Ringer couldn't help but shiver, it would be very cold tonight.

He walked for a long time before returning to his home.

No one gave him warmth, he needed to give himself a little warmth.

Old Wilkin's house, there is nothing of value, what should be sold, what should be, all gone, and only an empty shell remains.

For tonight's dinner, there was only a fist-sized potato left in a basket.

The potatoes are placed at the bottom of the basket, and the space of the basket looks like a granary. If Welgin didn't go out to avoid the debt, Ringer would have to give half of the potatoes to old Velkin.

He ate the potatoes raw and lit a bonfire in the yard.

Damn Wilkin, he took the winter quilt as money and had to redeem it.

(If you think this book is okay, please read it and collect it, thank you!!!!! ）