I secretly complained in my heart, it seems that we ran to this Nanliu Village by mistake. And just in time for such a strange thing to happen in this Nanliu Village, can we be considered jumping into the fire pit by ourselves?

The ghosts I saw disappeared magically after passing by this stone monument. Even if I squatted on the ground, I couldn't see half a figure anymore.

And the person I just saw holding a spirit flag in front to lead the way, I suddenly remembered that I heard Ma Jian say that the last time they went to Qiyang Mountain, they had also encountered similar people holding spirit flags. At that time, Zhou Zheng was led to the edge of a waterhole.

So is there any connection between the two?

I shook my heavy head, not ready to think about it anymore. Experience has shown that this kind of problem will not come up with a reason even if I try to break my head.

I crouched on the edge of the stone monument and looked around.

At this time, I unexpectedly noticed that a little farther away from the stele in front of me, there was a little point of light, which flashed a few times.

It was pitch black all around now, so even though the point of light was only a flash, it was very conspicuous.

I stirred my mind for a moment, and my heart said that it can't be a ghost fire, right?

But the point of light was too small, and it looked like an incense stick. And the light emitted is yellow, not like the dark green of the ghost fire.

I gritted my teeth, no matter what kind of fire it is, I have to go over and take a look, it's better than going around here and not being able to get out, maybe I can find the third uncle and them in the past.

I lifted my spirits, crouched over the stele, and walked towards the flickering point of light.

As I walked that way, I was afraid that the point of light would move with me, which would mean that someone was deliberately luring me. But the good thing is that the point of light is always there.

When I got closer, I shone my flashlight, and then I saw that there was a person squatting there. It is said that at this time, there is a person in the cold, and it is enough to be mad. But I was stuck in the fog for a long time, and I walked out with one mind. When I saw this person, I subconsciously shivered, but I wasn't too scared, and when I looked closely, I found that he was smoking a dry tobacco pouch.

The flickering point of light is the light emitted by the burning tobacco in the pot of the cigarette pouch. Since he can smoke, it's clear that the person isn't papier-mâché.

I've been overwhelmed by what happened, though it's scary to think about the sudden appearance of a man smoking in this strange village. But I didn't have time to think about anything else, and when I saw that someone was there, and it wasn't a fake paper figure, I didn't hesitate at all, and ran straight towards the person.

As I got closer, I realized that this man was an old man. At this time, I was concentrating, smoking, and indifferent to my kicking and running past.

I ran to him in one go, and I didn't see the old man turn his head.

I was afraid that there was something wrong with the old man, so I peeked in, and my flashlight shone on him, and a shadow appeared under him. I feel more at ease, which at least shows that he is more likely to be a person, not a ghost.

I tentatively asked the old man, "Uncle...... Have you eaten? ”

I can't think of anything else,

I said what we Chinese like to say most when greeting. A lot of data shows that this sentence has played an extremely important role in bringing strangers closer together. At least it will reduce each other's sense of alienation by 68.365%.

I hoped it would be the same this time, but then I suddenly smelled a foul smell that made me almost throw up.

I looked at the squatting old man, thought of the smell, and instantly realized a problem. I took a closer look, and sure enough, this old man Nima was.

It was embarrassing, and the old man glared at me fiercely, spat out a puff of cigarette, and scolded, "Fuck off." ”

I was in a cold sweat, and when the old man was, I asked him if he had eaten? The old man didn't throw a lump of poop over, so he was kind to me.

But since the old man is, it proves that he is a living person. We've been walking for so long, and we've finally met a living person in the village, and I'm sure I won't be scolded by him easily.

I quickly smiled and said, "Hehe...... Uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't see you ...... You pull slowly, don't worry, hehe......"

The old man ignored me, still smoking and shitting by himself, and waited until he finished the bag of cigarettes before wiping his buttocks, standing up, and turning to leave.

I hurriedly chased after him and said, "Uncle, don't go, I'll ask you about something, are you from this village?" ”

The old man turned his head: "Nonsense." You kid is not small, you dare to come to our village at this time? ”

The old man walked as he spoke, and as soon as I heard that there was something going on in this village, the old man must be an insider.

Although this old man was disturbed by me, his attitude was still too bad, and I wished I could find a life-saving straw. So he hurriedly ran in front of the old man and bowed straight to the old man.

The old man obviously understood what I meant, and pointed with his cigarette pouch and pot: "Boy, you can't get out tonight." You're lucky to come to my house for one night and go out tomorrow at dawn. ”

As soon as I heard this, it was a good idea to hide in this old man's house instead of wandering around the village and encountering strange things.

I nodded: "Then thank you, uncle." There are three other people with us, have you seen them, uncle? ”

The old man glanced at me and impatiently waved the cigarette pouch pot: "I don't see it." If you're not at ease, go find them. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he quickened his pace in front. I hurriedly followed, not daring to say anything more. This old man's temper is a bit strange, so it's better to mess with him less.

The old man had been leading me into his house, and I had taken a look at it, and the old man's house was in a lonely yard with a few thatched houses.

I shone it with a flashlight, but there were no neighbors nearby, and it didn't seem to be the same village we went into.

It seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, but there was still a layer of fog all around, but much lighter than when it had just been in the village.

After entering the house, the old man lit an oil lamp. The room was dimly lit, and I felt much more at ease.

"If you want to live, just stay here, alas...... Young people now, guts

The thief is small, and he likes to do daring things. ”

The old man said something inexplicable, lit another pot of cigarettes, and smoked it.

The room quickly filled the room with a thick smell of dry smoke, and it was a little choking.

I didn't have anything to say, so I asked, "Uncle, your old surname?" ”

The old man said lightly: "Oops, old man, where did you get your surname?" My surname is Tan, and I used to set up a pancake stall in my early years, so everyone in the village called me the old stall head. ”

So saying, the old man went to the stove, opened the lid of the pot, took out two pancakes, and handed them to me: "If you are hungry, eat two pancakes." ”

Not to mention that the pancakes are quite fragrant, I was really hungry, so I took two bites of the pancakes. The pancakes are crispy and not hard yet, and they taste really good.

But I chewed a few bites and realized a very serious problem, the old man was still just now, and when he turned around, he picked up two pancakes for me, so I asked the old stall leader: "Uncle, are you...... Did you wash your hands just now? ”

(End of chapter)

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