At this moment, the old weasel seemed to notice something, and suddenly turned his head, and a pair of round eyes looked towards the door, and I hurriedly flashed to the side, and I didn't know if it saw me, but from the deep eyes of the old weasel, I could tell that this was a refined thing.

After stopping for a while, I felt that the old weasel outside no longer looked at me, and when I went to the crack of the door again, I saw that the old weasel actually picked up the little weasel and limped towards the east.

At this time, I was surprised to find that everything outside had changed, where was there an ancient town, where was there a bluestone road, outside was a barren slope, full of high and low barren slopes, the barren slopes were full of grass, and the old weasel took the little weasel into the grass pile.

Looking at all this in front of me, I said to myself, I knew something was wrong, and I knew that I must have been hit by some "ghost blind" or "ghost hitting the wall" or something last night.

Turned his head to look at the root of the north wall, there was a wooden ladder there, walked over and lifted the ladder, stood on the wall of the gate, climbed the ladder up the wall, looked out condescendingly, couldn't help but want to smile bitterly, where the hell is this?

Land Temple, no, in front of the Stove King Temple, is a small dirt road in the north-south direction, left and right, left and right can not see the head, the surrounding is full of barren slopes, in front of the Stove King Temple, that is, due east, is also full of dirt slope wasteland, the end of the wasteland, it seems to be a large cornfield, the end of the cornfield, as if there is a small village, I feel that the village is several miles away from here.

At this time, the old weasel was crawling through the grass with the little weasel in his mouth, as if he was walking towards the village, because he was lame on one leg and holding the little weasel, and he was not walking fast.

I was immediately surprised, where was this old guy going with the little weasel in his mouth? How did this little weasel die at the gate of the Stove King Temple? Do they have anything to do with the weasel that turned into a strong shun yesterday?

I looked down at the wall outside, yo, next to the wall outside, there was a stack of red bricks nearly one person high, I turned over and came down from the wall, stepped on the red brick, and looked at the ground next to the red brick, not far from the ground lying on a red brick, which had broken into two petals, isn't this the wall tile I smashed yesterday? Looking at the brick stack under his feet, he said, "Could this brick stack be the low wall from yesterday?" I couldn't help but shake the brick stack with my foot, and it was the same feeling as yesterday when I shook the low wall with my foot.

He jumped off the brick stack. It seems that yesterday I was caught in some kind of "ghost blinding", or some kind of trick, but there are true and false in this, it just makes me see things in reality as something else.

I turned around and looked at the courtyard door, the courtyard door looked different from yesterday, the gatehouse was gone, the vermilion lacquer gate was gone, replaced by two dilapidated black wooden doors, the door was still locked, there were two stone lions at the door, but it was much smaller, the big stone lion I saw before could be more than one person high, and now only the height of an adult's calf remained, and there were still two red lanterns hanging at the door, but because of the wind and sun, the red cloth wrapped in the lantern not only faded color, but also broke the hole in a very place, Miserably exposed the bamboo cage bones inside.

Looking at the door in front of me, I suddenly understood, yesterday's women, old men, and the man in black who said it was my grandfather, they let me in, but they didn't let me in through the door, because the door was actually locked, although they could change the scene I saw in front of me, but they couldn't change the real things in reality, if I really entered through the door, I couldn't get in at all, they could only prompt me to jump over the wall to enter.

Turning his head and looking around again, he said, what the hell is this place, and where should I go now?

Immediately I thought, no, the old weasel's legs are not right, the gauze on its legs is obviously bandaged by people, on its own, even if there is Taoism, it can't wrap like that, I heard grandma say that the beasts who practice can't tie knots, because their hearts and eyes are straight. At the moment, this old weasel, not only has gauze wrapped around his legs, but the gauze seems to have been wrapped several times with a rope, I didn't see the knots, but there must be knots, otherwise the gauze is fixed to the legs.

After thinking about it again, will this old weasel also be controlled by Luo Wu? If they can control the old snake, can't they control the old weasel? And the gauze on his legs, could it be that Luo Wu wrapped it around him? By the way, I remembered, I was walking on the road before, and suddenly smelled a strange smell, not only choking my nose, but also smoking my eyes, this should be a stinky fart put by a weasel, and the beasts who practice are generally charming with their smells and eyes, and its purpose is to charm me, but I panicked when I smelled the smell, ran forward and fell, and when I got up, I was completely fascinated.

As soon as I turned around, I climbed up the brick stack again, and looked condescendingly at the grass on the barren slope in front of me, and saw the old weasel still walking forward in the grass with the little weasel in its mouth, and its destination seemed to be the village in the distance.

I licked my lips, could I follow it to find Luo Wu? I touched the bronze medal in my pocket again, and I went south? Or follow the old weasel to the east to see what Luo Wu looks like?

I jumped off the brick stack again, in fact, according to normal people's thinking, I should leave here immediately, run as far as possible, but, if you think about it deeply, I'm afraid that if you run for a while, you won't be able to run for a lifetime, if this matter really has something to do with Luo Wu at the moment, he will definitely have another plan if he can't do it, and he will continue to harm me, just by me, I am definitely not Luo Wu's opponent, but I can't always know nothing about him, at least I have to know what he looks like, in case he comes to harm me again in the future, I don't even recognize who he is standing across from me.

At that time, I was young, and my thoughts were simple, and I did whatever I wanted, and I walked into the messy grass along the old weasel, and the old weasel probably walked because of excessive sadness, and the lame little weasel in his mouth, and he didn't walk fast. After a while, I was chased up and quietly followed by it, but it didn't even notice me.

The book says briefly. Passing through the barren slopes, and through the cornfields, the village in the distance was already close in sight, but it was a little strange, and it was about an hour before and after, and the sky was still cloudy, almost the same as before, and I said to myself, is it cloudy today, and it is cloudy before dawn?

The old weasel was holding the little weasel in his mouth, but did not enter the village, but stopped a short distance outside the village and looked back and forth, then turned around and walked towards the south outside the village.

Where the hell is this going, old fellow? But no matter where I went, I had to follow it to the end today, and followed it south, until I came to the south of the village, and the old weasel stopped again, put down the little weasel in his mouth, stood up and looked around, it was to see if anyone was found, and I quickly fell into the grass nest.

After the old weasel finished reading, he picked up the little weasel and walked straight to a small earthen house outside the village.

This small mud house is about fifty or sixty meters away from the village, and in the south of the village, there is a lonely little mud house, the roof is paved with hay branches and the like, and it feels very simple and dilapidated from the outside, let alone inside.

There is a path to the east of the house, which runs north-south, leading to the village to the north and ...... to the south I don't know where it leads, except for the path, which is all about crops and meadows, and it seems very quiet.

The door of the small mud house is facing south, where I am at this time, here on the west wall of the house, I can only see the front of the door, I can't see the situation in the door, as if the door is open, the old weasel walked to the door and twisted his body, took the little weasel in his mouth, and slipped into the house.

My whole person suddenly relaxed a little, because I was not afraid of the old weasel finding out, but my vigilance was much higher than just now, in case Luo Wu was in this small earthen house.

Stopping not far from the small house, I didn't rush over and looked at the whole house again. This small earthen house is not dilapidated, and there are indeed people living in it, because there is a pot table for burning firewood at the door of the house, and there is a small iron pot on the pot on the ground, and there is a large stack of firewood next to the pot table, and it is obvious that someone lives here.

However, would Luo Wu really live in this kind of place? But it is not excluded that there is such a possibility, people like us, everyone has a little bit of a quirk that ordinary people can't accept, this is what I often say, God is the fairest, he won't let you get anything more, you get this, you will lose that, that's why people like us are different from ordinary people.

After looking at it for a while, I saw that there was no movement in the house, I bent my waist and quietly leaned over, and when I came to the base of the west wall, I heard a whimpering cry in the earthen house, and listened carefully, like the cry of an old woman, crying and scolding: ", who did this, who killed my child......"

I was suddenly excited, how could I be an old woman? Isn't Luo Wu the uncle of the little man Luo Lin, he should be a man, and the child that the old woman said is the little weasel? So what is this old woman, is she an older weasel? Could it be that this little mud house is a weasel den?

Turning his head to look at the village not far away, it was impossible, the earthen house was so close to the village, even if he became a fine weasel, he would not dare to be so blatant, and there was a stove outside the house, and it should be a person who lived there, even if the weasel became a sperm, it was impossible for them to burn the fire and cook.

After a while, the crying stopped, and I heard the old woman inside say, "Ah Huang, go, take me to bury the child." ”

As soon as I heard this, I knew that the thing inside was about to come out, so I quickly twisted my body and pressed my body to the root of the west wall.

After a while, footsteps came, and the old woman seemed to come out of the house, and I heard her say again: "Don't go east, go south and go south, there is a feng shui treasure in the south......"

As soon as I heard this, I licked my lips, and now I can conclude that this old woman is indeed a person, and she is also a person in the industry.

I poked my head out of the corner of the wall and looked at the path, and saw a rickety and thin old man walking on the path, from which I could only see her back, it was indeed an old woman, full of white hair, one hand on crutches, one hand in his arms, the hand in his arms, as if holding something, I guess, it should be the dead little weasel.

Three or four meters in front of the old woman, there was the old weasel, limping in the grass nest on the side of the road, looking back at the old woman from time to time, the old woman was on crutches, holding the little weasel, trembling, not walking very fast.

When they had gone some distance, I turned out from the back of the house, and I didn't know why, so I wanted to follow them, so I cautiously followed the old woman.

I don't know how far I walked with my wife, anyway, the more I walked, the more barren and the weedy slopes were, I wonder if this is the boundary of our Henan Province, why does it look like the loess slopes in the northwest? However, there is no grass growing on the high slope of the loess, and this one grows like grass flying sideways.

After walking more than a mile, the old woman stopped in front of a dirt slope, which was no different from the dirt slope next to it, but the weeds on it seemed to be a little more lush than other dirt slopes.

When I saw her stop, I quickly squatted down in the grass on the side of the road, looked at the old woman through the cracks in the grass, and saw the old woman knock here and there on the dirt slope with the crutch in her hand, and finally, at the position a little higher on the dirt slope, she thrust it heavily with the crutch, and said, "Plan, this is it......

(Don't look at today's upload early, it's still a change, I still have important things to deal with, I hope tomorrow's update will not be delayed.) ）

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