And they barely spoke to each other, and they didn't make any noise. There was not even a single dog barking or a rooster crowing in the village, and entering the village was like entering a silent world.

Fat Dahai approached me and whispered, "Boss, have you noticed, the people here are not young." ”

I also noticed that most of the villagers we saw had white hair and beards, and the youngest was fifty or sixty years old. Their behavior is even older than their age, and they are all old, and there is no anger in them.

Because of their presence, the whole village has become lifeless. No matter how I put it, this village is also like an old man who may die at any time.

I walked with Fat Dahai in such a lifeless village, and I was infected with this atmosphere, and my heart was very depressed.

What's even stranger is that the villagers who pass by turn a blind eye to me and Fat Dahai, as if we don't exist.

The two of us stood in the middle of the village, looking around, not knowing what to do next.

At this time, Fat Dahai pointed in one direction of the village and said, "Boss, look, there seems to be someone playing chess over there." Why don't we go over and have a look? ”

I looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, there were several people gathered on the stone platform next to an ancient well. They all looked down at the middle place, and it looked as if they were playing chess.

I said in my heart that the people in this village are so leisurely, slow and methodical, and idle to play chess.

We walked towards the group, and there was a tight crowd outside. The two of us were outside trying to see what was going on inside, but we couldn't get in after several attempts.

In the end, Fat Dahai was a little anxious, and he desperately squeezed inside. His big physique really used his strength, how could those old men who were dying of wood bear it. was squeezed by the fat sea, and soon squeezed out a gap.

Despite this, these people did not make a sound. Just stared at us one by one.

I looked through the gap in the crowd and saw that there was no chessboard on the ground, and none of these people were watching chess. A shallow ditch had been dug in the ground, and there was a small tortoise the size of a palm in the ditch. The little turtle's round shell was crawling with its head stretched out and swinging its limbs.

There was an old man with a gray beard, and after the little turtle had climbed to the end of the ditch, he took the little turtle back to the beginning. Watch as the little turtle continues to crawl forward, crawling to the end and then getting back to the starting point.

I glanced at Fat Dahai and I just like that it's such a boring game, and there are so many people watching. This village is really weird.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Fat Dahai said with a smile: "You guys...... This game...... It's boring. ”

Those people didn't have any expression on their faces when they heard Fat Dahai's words. You can't tell if they're angry, surprised, or sad.

And at this moment, the old man holding the turtle suddenly said: "Eat, the prince has eaten......"

"Damn, you can talk, I thought you ......" Fat Dahai looked at the old man, and his mouth was open

said.

And those onlookers did not pay attention to the fat sea, but were attracted by the old man's words.

The old man's words made me confused, and I also looked towards the ditch.

Then I realized that there was still a fruit in the ditch. The little turtle was nibbling on the fruit.

These onlookers around saw this scene, and suddenly let out an exclamation: "Eat, the prince has eaten, we are relieved...... Hahaha...... We were relieved ......"

This group of people seemed to have suddenly taken off the shackles on their bodies, and it was as if they had suddenly rejuvenated, and they were full of energy. One by one, they danced and entered a state of madness.

Fat Dahai and I watched dumbfounded, not knowing what kind of madness these people were committing.

Only the old man holding the little turtle remained in his original state, and he held the little turtle that had eaten the fruit in the palm of his hand.

The little turtle trembled in the palm of his hand, and after a few moments it stopped moving.

The old man stood up and held the turtle above his head with both hands: "The prince is dead, the prince is dead......"

The old man's words made the other villagers present cheer again.

The old man lifted the dead little turtle high, and the other villagers surrounded the old man, all of them raised their hands up, as if they were holding some kind of ceremony, and they jumped one after another, shouting in their mouths: "The prince is dead, we are relieved...... The prince is dead, and we are relieved......"

Fat Dahai and I stood outside, looking at each other, both stunned by the scene in front of us.

What is the origin of the little turtle, depending on the situation, the prince in their mouth is the little turtle, is the name of the little turtle?

It's an unbelievable scene.

The two of us had nowhere to go but to watch the men go crazy around the little turtle.

But they are endless, looking at the wind and candles for a long time, now the vitality is very vigorous, and I have not stopped dancing for a while, I am tired of watching.

I waved my hand and beckoned to the fat sea: "Fatty, let's take a look somewhere else?" ”

The two of us turned around and were just about to leave, when we heard a deep voice behind us: "You two, whose surname is Li?" ”

The two of us turned around and found that the men had all stopped, led by the old man, staring at us with blazing eyes.

Their already dim eyes, which were originally cloudy and unfocused, all emitted a strange light at this time.

I wondered how they knew that one of us was surnamed Li. Coming to this place, strange things happen one after another, as if everyone except the two of us has endless secrets hidden in them.

They were looking for the surname Li, and I didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse, so I hesitated and raised my hand: "My name is Li Yang." ”

The old man handed the little turtle in his hand to the person next to him, he walked up and asked, "Your surname is Li, and you are ...... Son of Shoushan...... Oh no, you shouldn't be at your age, so you're ...... The grandson of Shoushan? ”

I think the old man's Shoushan should refer to my grandfather, Li Shoushan.

I nodded: "Yes, my grandfather is Li Shoushan." ”

The old man's eyes are one

Liang continued to ask, "So do you have the objects left by your grandfather?" ”

"Objects?" My mind turned, if it was the object left by my grandfather, in addition to the map, it was the five black stones that the third uncle gave me when he left.

I took out one of the small stones, put it in the palm of my hand and gave it forward: "Look, does this count?" ”

(End of chapter)

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