I leaned over to look at the beams, and from the four or five meters high beams hung several huge burlap bags, each bag was embroidered with words, but the light of the oil lamp was too dim to shine on this side, I tried to distinguish it, and only saw that one of the bags had the word "grain" embroidered on it.

At that time, I figured that the old corn tortillas should be in this bag, so I used my hands and feet together, climbed up the beams along a waist-thick pillar, and slowly moved towards the burlap bag.

At this time, the old man raised his hand and pointed to me: "It's not that!" The pancakes and hot sauce are in a bag on the far left. ”

I turned back again, leaned over to the left side of the beam, and reached for the straw rope that connected the bag.

It's so old that it's tied in a dead knot in the straw rope, and it's very difficult to untie.

This old house has been damp for many years, and the wood is filled with a strong smell of mildew, and when I climbed up the pillar just now, I found that the pillar was damp, and if it wasn't for the dim light, I would have been able to see a large area of mildew on the old wood.

I held my breath and tossed for a while to untie the rope, then I slung the sack over my shoulder and jumped off the beam.

When I landed, my eyes fell near the door of the back room, and I noticed a large black shadow on the left side of the door frame.

The oil lamp was indeed dim, but the dim light of the fire could at least illuminate the outlines of the beams and pillars, except for the shadow, which was completely pitch black, as if something was blocking the light.

I handed the sack to the old man, but his eyes kept staring at the dark shadow, and the old man also looked over there and asked me, "What are you looking at?" ”

I shook my head: "Nothing. ”

"Are you the second master's apprentice?"

A very unfamiliar voice came from my ears, and when I looked back, I saw a person in camouflage uniform standing beside the second master, grinning at me.

This person is about the same height as me, and his body shape is similar to me two months ago, lean, but the green tendons on the neck and forearms are exposed, and the muscle lines are also one by one, and he looks very strong.

But he looked much more energetic than I was, and his eyes were full of energy.

People smiled at me, and I returned a smile: "You are Jin Xiangqian, right?" ”

His eyes widened: "You recognize me?" ”

"On the way here, I heard that Dawei mentioned you, and I heard that you are the cook of the special combat team?"

He was immediately happy: "Let's just say that, anyway, when the special combat team is on a mission, I cook for it." I have two major aspirations in my life, the first is to be a soldier, the second is to be a cook, and to be a man in the special combat team. ”

Jin Xiangqian's first impression is very good, warm and peaceful, you obviously see him for the first time, but you feel that he is not a stranger at all, like an old friend who has not seen him for many years.

The second master patted Jin Xiangqian on the shoulder and said to me, "This kid is one year older than you, and he just turned twenty this year. You can take him with you on a mission in the future, the three yang fires on the little guy's body are particularly strong, and he can't get close to any kind of evil energy, and if you walk around outside in the future, he may be able to help a little. ”

Jin Xiangqian smiled at the second master: "I want to follow you to see more knowledge, but Team Xing doesn't speak, and I can't leave the team." ”

Originally, the atmosphere was harmonious, but he was so old that he wanted to pour a scoop of cold water at this time: "What can he do to help, he can also cook." The yang fire is too strong, and the yin and yang are unbalanced. The evil qi does not invade, but it cannot be perceived. This kind of physique has a lot of chicken ribs, and if you can't learn the magic and can't enter the industry, you can only live in the special combat team. ”

This old man is like this, he doesn't like anything else, he doesn't make people happy at any time, you are happy in your heart, he has to make you a little stumbling, add a little blockage to your heart.

The second master glanced at the old man fiercely, and he was so old that he silently took out a few tortillas from the sack, but he didn't see it.

Jin Xiangqian was not in the mood to continue chatting with us, and turned back to the back room.

Not long after, he came out with two cauldrons, each of which was filled with a thick white mist, and the aroma of meat spread throughout the room along the mist that was scattered everywhere.

Dawei may have been stimulated by the smell of meat, and slowly opened his eyes, he shook his head, sat up from the ground, looked at the people around him, and finally asked the second master: "How long have I been asleep." ”

The second master beckoned to him: "It's not too long." Come, eat first. ”

Jin Xiangqian had just been poured a large basin of cold water by the old man, and he was not happy in his heart, when he saw Dawei walking towards the meat pot, he trotted up to Dawei: "Criminal team, why are you only here now, I have been waiting in the forest farm for two or three days." ”

According to my thoughts, after Dawei casually answered two sentences, Jin Xiangqian was about to complain, complaining that Dawei had let him stay alone and old for so many days.

To be honest, even though I have only been in contact with Lao De for a short time, I also know that it is definitely not a pleasant thing to be alone with him.

But I just think about this kind of thing, it's impossible to say it, after all, I'm my elder, and from the time I saw him to now, he was still relatively polite to me.

Dawei didn't answer Jin Xiangqian's words, but just asked, "Didn't you enter the mountain a week ago?" Supposedly, you should have been at the forest farm five days ago. ”

While speaking, Dawei sat down next to the meat pot, Jin Xiangqian took out two tortillas from the sack and handed them to Dawei, while saying, "Don't you let me come and go into the mountain in a hurry to find out the situation around?" I stayed in Liujiakan for two days, and only entered the mountain on the third day. ”

When we entered the forest, we passed by a small mountain village, and the name of the village was Liujiakan.

The old man brought chopsticks from the back room and distributed them to everyone.

I was already too hungry to do anything, so I was not polite, so I immediately went to the pot and ate it, and while eating, I pricked up my ears to listen to Dawei and Jin Xiangqian talking.

I have to say that Jin Xiangqian's craftsmanship is really good, the saltiness and sweetness of the rabbit meat are moderate, and the various slurries are also put just right, the only drawback is that the meat stew is too bad, but considering that this may be the meat of a hare, he probably cooked it for a while for sterilization.

Dawei chewed the hot piece of meat in his mouth, kept inhaling cool air, and after a long time he asked Jin Xiangqian: "Why have you stayed in Liujiakan for so long, what have you found?" ”

Jin Xiangqian swallowed everything in his mouth into his throat in one go, and took a few quick sips of water before he leaned in front of Dawei and whispered, "The locals say that there is something wrong with this forest farm. ”

I was intrigued by his mysterious tone, and glanced at him and Dawei.

I saw Dawei frowning: "I know that there is a problem with the forest farm, don't you say it when you send us a message, as soon as the night comes, there will be little ghosts coming to the forest farm to hook the soul." ”

"It's not that simple," Jin Xiangqian leaned towards Dawei again, and continued: "There is an old local saying, which says, 'The forest farm does not enter the seven, and the seven people enter the mountain too much'. This means that when you come to the forest farm, you must not go with seven people, otherwise you will die. I heard that in the first two years, there was a group of ginseng diggers who went into the mountains to look for ginseng, and there were originally nine people who went into the mountains, but they could get to the forest farm soon......"

Jin Xiangqian's voice was very small, I was close, I could still listen to it, and I was so old that I kept pricking up my ears to listen, but he couldn't hear it clearly, so he shouted: "You speak louder!" ”

Jin Xiangqian obviously didn't want to deal with him, and he didn't respond, but then he raised his voice: "When I was about to arrive at the forest farm, there was a person who had a stomach problem, and the leader of the team asked the apprentice to send that person down the mountain, and nine people became seven." The group of merchants came from other places, and they didn't believe much in the rumors of the forest farm, and when they saw that the sky was getting dark, they led people into the forest farm, wanting to rest here for a night and then continue to go deeper. And guess what? ”

Dawei was a little impatient: "Don't sell it!" ”

Jin Xiangqian continued: "As a result, when he counted the heads that night, he found that there were eight people in the team with his own head, and he counted them several times, that is, eight people, one of whom was in the corner, and he couldn't see his face clearly, he thought that his apprentice had returned, so he tried to call his apprentice's name." Strange to say, as soon as he said this, the figure cowering in the corner disappeared. ”

Speaking of this, Jin Xiangqian also pointed to the floor: "That night, it was in this room that the merchant landed, and he saw the black shadow in this room. ”

The second master interjected and asked, "Did you die later?" ”

"Dead," Kim replied, "Tou and his apprentice are dead." At that time, he felt that the situation was not right, and remembered the old saying in the village, so he took advantage of the fact that it was not yet dark, and hurriedly led the people out of the forest farm, and they walked in the mountains all day, and when they first arrived at the mountain road, they saw two people lying on the side of the road, one of them was the apprentice of the head, and the other was the man who had stomach problems. He leaned his head forward and looked at his apprentice in reverse. ”

Jin raised his hand forward and gestured to his face: "I saw that most of his apprentice's face was shattered, and the blood and rotten flesh were sticky all over his neck." The other person was not injured, but his breath was very weak, and he was about to die. The old man felt very uncomfortable when his apprentice died, so he called his apprentice's family and asked them to come to the village to collect the body, while the rest of the people sent the wounded to the city hospital. When they separated, they said that when they arrived at the hospital, they would send a letter to the old boss no matter what happened or not. ”

Old man: "Didn't you say that the old man died?" ”

Jin Xiangqian: "Don't worry, I haven't finished yet." The staff sent the wounded to the hospital, and the doctor said that the person was fine, so they wanted to report the safety of the old boss, but they could not contact the old man. The group was also worried about the safety of the old leader, so they sent a person back to the village to check the situation, but when the man arrived in the village, he asked the villagers to find out that the old boss had not entered the village at all. Then he mobilized the villagers to go with him to the mountains to look for people, and it turned out that in this house, they found the body of the old man, and his death was the same as that of his apprentice, with half of his face broken, and his neck and shoulders were full of blood and rotten flesh. ”

After Jin Xiangqian finished speaking, he touched his chin and said to the second master: "I remember, Liu Shuangxiang seems to be this kind of death, he was killed by a mine, and the thunder exploded in the air less than a meter away from him, and it shattered half of Liu Shuangxiang's face at that time. It happened to be the time when the heavy snow closed the mountain again, and the rotten flesh mixed with blood stuck to Liu Shuangxiang's corpse, and it was quickly frozen, looking like a large blood tumor. ”

The second master took a bite of the corn tortilla and nodded: "This is the devil's routine of asking for his life, it seems that Liu Shuangxiang has not left his den of thieves until now." ”