Thinking of the overnight stomach, he immediately protested, since he was starved by Zeng Weiguo for a few days, he felt that he had become like the second master, and he had an endless yearning for food.

Looking at the rain outside, I wanted to endure it for a night, but my stomach stubbornly kept screaming, so I had no choice but to put on a rain cloth and walk to the bamboo forest outside the house.

I found a bamboo pole that was slightly thicker than my thumb, sharpened it with a razor, made a bamboo gun, and bent over to look for bamboo shoots, although the bamboo shoots in this season are not as crisp as spring shoots, nor as thick as winter bamboo shoots, but it is also a good thing to fill my stomach, and as long as you look patiently, it is almost at your fingertips.

When digging bamboo shoots, I unexpectedly harvested four or five bamboo sunflowers, I couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in my heart, this thing is called "grass eight treasures", used to make soup is absolutely delicious and abnormal, digging bamboo shoots at the same time, faintly heard the sound of gurgling from the ground, I can't help but be surprised, it's a bamboo rat! When we were in the orphanage, we often secretly dug bamboo rats, disemboweled and roasted them to eat, and at that time, we were tied with roasted grasshoppers for the top of the list of famous dishes of Ci'an Hall.

I hurriedly ran back to the bamboo house, put down the bamboo shoots, searched for a broken thick bamboo tube, ran back to the hole, kept pouring rainwater into it, and took off the rain cloth by the way, ready to buckle it when the bamboo rat ran out.

After a while, there was a whirring sound in the hole, and a fluffy little head slowly emerged, sniffing around vigilantly, I condescendingly held my breath, staring at it, it hesitated for a while, and tentatively crawled outward, it turned out to be a fat coarse bamboo rat, slightly longer than my palm, and just climbed two steps with a shake, I fell from the sky and suddenly buckled it with a tarpaulin, and the whole body pressed up, and after holding it, it was quickly wrapped and tied tightly, and I walked back happily with the tarpaulin.

Even if I found some thatch that was not too wet, but I still tossed for a long time before I lit it with a fire sickle, the bamboo house leaked rain everywhere, but I didn't have to worry about the fire, I used the big bamboo tube filled with bamboo rats as a pot, and made a bamboo shoot stew with bamboo rats, and added bamboo sunflowers, the house was full of fragrance, and my saliva was direct, and I couldn't wait for it to cool down and stuffed it into my mouth, and the upper jaw was scalded with two bubbles in an instant, eating and drinking, and it was night outside.

After eating and drinking, he began to feel sleepy, threw a handful of thatch into the fire, leaned against the corner with his backpack, put his gun within reach, listened to the sound of the rain outside, and took a nap.

I don't know how long I slept, I suddenly woke up from the cold, a gust of cold wind blew on my body, shivering, I closed my eyes, thinking that the fire should be extinguished, I didn't bother to get up, so I groped around in a daze, trying to find a tarpaulin to cover my body, but I remember that the tarpaulin was obviously beside me, but I couldn't touch it.

After struggling for a long time, his eyes narrowed a slit, and he found that the fire was still burning, and the tarpaulin was next to him, so he grabbed it, covered his body, turned his head to sleep for a few seconds, and sat up violently, at the same time, the gun was already in his hand.

I slowly stood up with my gun in my hands, my ears pricked up and listened carefully to the sounds around me, my eyes shooting around me.

At this time, there was nothing abnormal in the bamboo house except for the biting cold, and the rain outside was still falling.

I stood for about a cigarette, gradually relaxed my nerves, threw a handful of thatch into the fire, sat down in the corner, lit a cigarette, swallowed the clouds and exhaled the fog, the light blue smoke gently dispersed in the firelight, I covered the tarpaulin, watched the smoke stretch and rise, and my eyelids fought again.

Between half dreaming and waking up, the smoke rising in front of him slowly changed, only to see the blue-gray smoke slowly transform into a human figure, this person seems to be moving, the amplitude is very large, and even has exceeded the limit of the human body, it looks very painful, the smoke is pulled out of his body a little bit, this withdrawal is not simply in a certain direction, but in all directions, like a marionette, pulled by a thin thread.

I couldn't open or close my eyes, as if someone had cast a spell on me, and I could only stare at the pain man in the smoke and struggle, unable to move up and down, just like that night at the Eight Immortals Hotel in Xialin Town.

Sweat was raining, anxiety and fear were mixed with some doubts, I felt my heart beating heavily, and my chest ached faintly, and in addition to the heartbeat and the sound of rapid and heavy breathing, there were some rustling sounds in my ears.

As the smoke was withdrawn, the person in front of me became fainter and fainter, and I was secretly glad that it was finally over, but I didn't expect that the moment the person disappeared, a woman's laughter came from my ears, hehe.

This laugh was sharp and piercing, although it was not big, but it was close to him, as if a person suddenly laughed when he whispered to you, laughing from his ears to his heart, all the way to the heart, and the blood in his body coagulated.

At the same time, there was a heart-piercing pain in the index finger of my right hand, and I suddenly woke up, jumped up like an arrow off the string, did not care to wipe the sweat from my face, picked up the gun, and looked around with wide eyes and wariness.

The fire had long since been extinguished, and the chill in the air could not be felt, and I carefully reflected on everything I had just seen, was it a dream or reality? If it was a dream, why did the laughter sound so real, lingering in my head, lingering?

Looking around through the embers of the firepit, everything was still the same, raised his hand and looked at his index finger again, as if he had pierced a very thin thorn, blowing velvet, and only saw a small black spot of hair thickness faintly in the flesh of his fingertips, nothing more, neither painful nor itchy.

I drank a sip of water and wanted to continue sleeping, but I didn't feel sleepy at all, so I had to light a cigarette to calm myself down, the fireworks alternated between light and dark, the wind blew the bamboo forest and made a rustling sound, listening to it, my eyelids slowly fell, and I twisted the smoke out on the floor.

Sure enough, the laughter was in my ears, I picked up the gun, jumped up, up and down, left and right, looked at it carefully, there was nothing, I bent down and picked up the backpack, kicked the door open, and entered the bamboo forest without looking back.

There is really something wrong with this house, and I am now covered with only seven bullets in addition to this flowery mouth, according to previous experience, the gun is also good to scare and scare people, and it is really not as good as a good knife to deal with those cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and ghosts.

I have to get out of here as soon as possible, while thinking about it, I didn't dare to turn my head back along the way, but I regretted it after a few steps, Zeng Rourou didn't bring me a flashlight.

The moonlight is tightly blocked by the dense bamboo leaves, and the sparse spots of light shining from the gaps are impossible to identify the path hidden in the grass, although it is full of bamboo, but the rain has just stopped, and between the eyes and hands, it is all wet, there is nothing to burn, and the velvet cannot be commonly used, after all, it is such a one, once it is exhausted, it will have to be eaten raw all the way.

However, at the thought of that strange laughter, I just crawled on the ground little by little, and I didn't want to stay here for a second longer.

With a little bit of light from the light spots, I lowered my head and stared at the road under my feet, except for the sound of the wind, there was no movement at all, it was too quiet, too quiet, too quiet, there was no trace of birds and insects, no, there must be a demon when something went wrong, I am afraid that not only the bamboo house is wrong, but even this bamboo forest is not right.

The more anxious I went out, the more I couldn't walk fast, the road under my feet seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for me, hidden in the ankle-length grass, hidden from time to time, obviously looking at the road, walking and walking but broken, it didn't look like it, walked a few steps and came out again, anxiously looking around, bean-sized beads of sweat also dripped down, and at this time I couldn't tell whether I was tired or scared.

I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly I felt a bright front of my head, could it be that I came out? Thinking about it, I hurriedly looked up, and it turned out to be a small open field in the bamboo forest, and the white moonlight was shining on a lonely house in the center of the open field, the house was built of bamboo, and the thick thatched roof collapsed in half, and the open door could see that it was pitch black inside.

I looked at the bamboo house in front of me, I felt a chill from head to toe, my back was cold, I don't know whether it was sweat or the rain dripping from the bamboo leaves, and I quickly remembered a long-ago word "ghost hitting the wall" in my mind.

Poof, I sat down on the ground, my brain was spinning quickly, and I quickly went through the matter from beginning to end, and found that the possibility of the ghost hitting the wall seemed to be unlikely, and it was also because I didn't know what "ghost hitting the wall" meant, and along the way I just looked down to find the way, and I didn't look up at the surrounding environment at all, what if the road was wrong? Of course, from the immediate point of view, there must be something wrong with the road.

If you want to solve this problem, you must have a torch, I stood up and hurriedly ran to a distance of dozens of steps from the bamboo house, carefully searched for the ground, next to a thick bamboo, inserted the bamboo gun I used to dig bamboo shoots, I pulled it up and carried it in my hand, continued to move forward, found the clothes I had thrown away before, took out the razor from the backpack, and even cut and tore it, all into strips of cloth.

I found two thick bamboo poles, tied strips of cloth to them, made simple torches, dug some relatively dry dead grass on the ground, gathered them into a pile, took out the fire sickle, lit it with great effort, put the torch on it and roasted it, and as the water vapor on the cloth gradually evaporated, a torch slowly lit up.

The moment I saw the torch lit, I was ecstatic, and hurriedly picked up and started again along the path, this time I was engrossed in staring at everything around me, and then I realized that sure enough, there were forks in the road in some places, but the forks were not connected to each other, so if you only stare at the road, it was easy to make a mistake.

With a torch in my hand, I became much bolder, and the appearance of a fork in the road proved that my previous assumption was correct, and after identifying the direction, I walked confidently to the other side, and the rest of the road, I did not see any forks in the road, and when I was proud of my imminent danger, the bamboo house not far away with half of the roof collapsed gave me a resounding slap in the face.

No, there must be other forks in the road that I didn't notice, or all the roads here were originally to lead to this house, so they shouldn't be along the road at all, Uncle Nine said, the mystery of Qimen is to take advantage of people's hearts to avoid evil, in fact, the real main road may be behind a big rock, I must have missed it, yes, there can be no other explanation, you have to go again, go through it carefully.