If I talk about the expression on my face at this time, I would probably use the word "faceless" to describe it, which is the best. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Grandpa didn't urge me to leave, nor did he stop me from asking questions, as if he knew that I would definitely have a lot of questions.

And I knew that he wouldn't answer any of them.

Anyway, I no longer had the reptilian curiosity in my heart, and I didn't have the slightest bit to trust their ideas.

I put away the nudity of my expression and disguised myself, from now on, everything about them, I have to think twice, I swear.

I turned my eyes back and looked in, and found that the old man was still nibbling on the roasted chicken, and the water ghost had already drunk the blood in the bowl, and he threw the bowl aside, and fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Who knew that his bowl of blood was snatched from that hapless man?

But his appearance made me very puzzled, Ah Gong had already crushed him at that time, and it stands to reason that he would not continue to appear at all, it was really a ghost.

And the old man, leisurely and elegant, paid no attention to any movement of the water ghost, as if I trusted the bandits, trusting the dangerous man in front of me.

When he saw the water ghost fall to sleep, he also spit out: "Baby, sleep when you are full, and become a pig."

Where does this look like an enemy?

If I had seen them fighting and entangled with each other, I might have been able to calm my mind, but the way they are now makes me regret it.

I thought the old man was a lifesaver, but when I saw him, it was a different scene.

"Let's go back"

Ah Gong patted me on the shoulder, and I saw that he had put away his expression, and he was still as cold as before.

I nodded, ignored him, and climbed back the way I came.

When I returned to my resting place, my mind could not calm down for a long time, as if everything outside of me had been dissolved.

Ah Gong woke up the bandits, rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and ran to the river to wash his face.

When I saw his innocent appearance, an idea popped into my mind.

Could it be that he was also the one who was deceived by the old man?

I don't dare to go on, maybe the truth has other stories and different interpretations, but I always believe what I see in front of me.

Isn't there often such a saying, hearing is false, but seeing is believing?

I no longer erupt without thinking like before, maybe I learned from the bandits, Ah Gong, or maybe there is still so little hope in my heart.

At the very least, I'll have to pretend I don't know until I leave this hellish place and survive.

"What's the situation?" The bandit was woken up by Ah Gong, and although his face was a little displeased, he was not angry and asked.

"The old man got involved with that water ghost" Ah Gong unexpectedly showed an angry expression, and said to the bandits: "There is something strange about this matter, we can't expose it"

I saw that he seemed to be suppressing his anger, as if he did not know the old man's behavior, and this was the first time I had seen him not call the old man an honorific address.

At that moment, I almost believed him, but I was still suppressed by the thought in my heart, and I kept telling myself that none of this could be trusted.

"What ?!!" The bandit screamed, startling me.

His face was full of disbelief, and he confirmed again to Ah Gong: "What the hell is going on?" ”

It seems that he doesn't know either, I thought to myself.

I clasped my hands to my chest and wanted to see how Ah Gong explained.

"The old man is confused, it's just a ghost," Ah Gong shook his head, as if he didn't know how to answer the bandit's question.

Maybe he didn't know how to explain it.

As for whether or not it's acting in front of me, I don't really care, in short, the next things need to be solved by myself, and I don't believe in the choice.

"Take me to see" The bandit grabbed Ah Gong's arm and walked into the forest.

"Wait a while" Ah Gong interrupted him, restrained him, and said, "Observe first, don't act rashly"

"This old man, if he deceives us" The bandit snorted a few times, but still sat back down: "Kill him alive"

I was very angry at what I said, and I was a little surprised by the bandits' reaction.

"Let's wait until dawn, let's touch it again," Ah Gong coughed and comforted him.

It seems that he also does not know how to appease the anger of the bandits, because he himself cannot explain what happened, and if he makes up a random reason to deceive the bandits, it will make the plot even more serious.

"Don't be angry," I comforted him, learning his tone.

He waved his hand, his face calmed down, but he didn't continue to speak, and sat alone and dug into his pocket a few times, showing an irritated expression again.

Seeing his actions, I could clearly understand that he wanted to take out a cigarette and smoke.

But along the way, I lost a lot of equipment, so why not smoke?

I was a little sleepy, too lazy to bother with this fish, so I closed my eyes.

Ah Gong was also tired, and he also rested.

The bandit was left alone to look at the river, at himself in the water, not knowing what he was thinking about that puzzled him.

The night was not very long, and after such a delay, I waited until I had made up my sleep before waking up, and it was dawn.

I scrambled to my feet and walked to the river, put my hands together and slapped the water on my face, and became much more sober.

And when I looked at it again, Ah Gong and the bandits had long since disappeared.

I was slightly surprised, and then bent down and crawled towards the road I had taken last night.

Sure enough, they were lying under the trunk of the tree together, observing the scene inside.

I slowly crawled over to them and looked in, and saw that the old man was sitting upright and carving something behind the water ghost.

And the liquid used for the depiction turned out to be bright red blood.

From our point of view, we can just see what the old man is doing.

He first drew a Bagua pattern, then drew a triangle on the outside, creating the image of a triangle encompassing the Bagua, and then completed the drawing with a smooth stroke.

I looked at this pattern and found that this picture made some impressions on me, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it, so I could only touch my head.

"What are you doing, old man?" The bandit lost the anger of last night and asked softly.

"Hook" Ah Gong frowned and said lightly.

The so-called tick is to use one's own ideas to outline a kind of rune that belongs to oneself, and the role of this kind of rune is defined by the ideas of the person who sketched it, with a high degree of difficulty and a small chance of success.

For example, if you use cinnabar to draw a talisman and then drip blood to attach an aura to the talisman, you will only have the idea of defining its role in your mind when you sketch it, and you can use it to do evil or do good.

(Most of the symbols on the market are copied on the Internet or some other means, do not exist in Reiki, have no effect, in Buddhist language, that is, there is no enlightenment)

The old man's ability is so great, I can't guess that if he wants to harm me, there is absolutely no need to be so troublesome, but there may be other reasons.

So I'm going to keep watching and see which way things go.

Whether it's good for me or bad for me.