Because it was afternoon, the forest was not as humid as when we first came, but it was not often that people came in this forest, and the branches were annoyingly tight, and under the feet, the path that could only accommodate one person was criss-crossed like a pattern of patterns, and no one who had ever been here did not know where it led.

I walked with the two of them, and chatted at the same time, the topic was mainly focused on Xin'er's side, this little ghost was not out of sight, and shook out all the things that her sister did back then, when she ran away from home, when she fought with someone, and when she got her first boyfriend and then broke up because of something, anyway, it's like this, some things involving privacy, and the little ghost didn't avoid it, and when it came down, I was happy to hear it.

I don't really know, when Xin'er was a child, she was also an uneasy product, looking at the current Wenwen quietly, but she never thought that there was also a ridiculous past.

People are like this, they always have to go through some things to gradually mature, and some things, if you haven't experienced them, you will never understand them. I was deeply touched by this, chatting and chatting, and then following the initiation.

When I walk, I always wander, which is one of my bad problems, because, when I stay quietly, I always think about something, maybe about myself, or about others, anyway, it is very difficult for me to focus on something very boring for a long time, and because of this, I rarely drive by myself until I have to, otherwise, there will never be a lot of fines.

Putting aside this bit of, a few people shuttled through the woods, looking aimlessly for more than an hour, and suddenly was grabbed by the arm of the little fat who was laughing with the little ghost, and the little fat looked at me, and then tilted his mouth, followed his gaze, and saw that on the hillside on our north side, a very inconspicuous little shack was lying there quietly.

The shack, very rudimentary, looked like the little house in the slums on TV, but it was smaller than that.

This is a small house built according to the topography, as if someone used iron wire to connect four wooden sticks to four elm trees to build, on the three sides of the shack and the roof, there are corrugated two square meters or so of a large asbestos tile, the asbestos tile is wrapped with a blue plastic box and some tattered clothes and other things, there are all kinds of ropes connected to strangle it, around, there are stones and bricks and other things fixed, although it looks tattered like a simple kennel common in the countryside, but, This small shed is not a problem to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Isn't it here?" Pointing to the doorway, Chubby asked me.

"Possibly." I said, nodding my head.

The three of them went along the path, went up to a stone platform on the slope, stood at the door and found that the shed was indeed deliberately leveled, on the platform, there was no grass and trees, and on both sides of the door of the small shed covering an area of about six to seven square meters, there were many glass bottles, plastic products, and some broken newspapers, cardboard boxes and other things, in the middle, a simple wooden door stood in front of us, a thick iron wire stretched out from it, and a lock hung on a wooden stake next to it.

"No one." Walked up and pulled the lock, Chubby said.

"Maybe it scared you away." The little imp said, looking around with his pocket in his hand, and said, "Why don't we go in and have a look?" Anyway, this lock is not secure, and it opens as soon as it is twisted. ”

The little ghost said, turned his head to look at me, I thought about it, shook my head and said, "Forget it, the owner of the house is not here, it's not good for us to break in like this." ”

After saying this, I wanted to turn around and leave, anyway, the place was found, time is not a problem, we can change the time and come again without having to fall into the notoriety of "trespassing", I was thinking, but suddenly I heard a muffled sound, not loud, but I heard it very clearly.

"What's that?" Slightly stunned, Chubby asked me.

"Sounds familiar." As I spoke, I turned my head away, and slowly walked up to the door and listened, and heard a "thump" like something striking a wooden box.

"Anyone?" Standing in the doorway, I whispered.

When a sentence came out, there was no movement inside, and after about five minutes, there was no response.

"It doesn't seem like there's anybody." Shaking his head, Chubby said.

"I can't say, maybe, people don't want us to bother." I didn't want to push the door open, I just wanted to give a signal to the things inside, but I didn't think that with this gentle push, the other side of the door with the lock could not stand the strength and suddenly turned in.

In an instant, the door was crooked, and without the lock being moved, it slanted in and out, and at this moment I was startled, and I was wondering if I was in trouble, but I heard something hit the plank with a muffled thud.

"Boss" pulled me twice with a look of astonishment, and Chubby motioned for me to look along the half-lying door, I didn't understand what he meant, and turned my head to look at it, and when I saw it, I was also startled.

In this shack, there was a narrow single bed, which was not a bed, but it was a broken door on two chopped bricks, and a futon was spread on it, which looked like a bed, and next to the bed was a very shabby desk, with drawers of the kind that resembled a writing desk.

On the surface of the table, most of the yellow paint used for decoration has fallen off, and a lot of wood at the bottom layer has been accidentally exposed, of course, this is not the point, the point is that there is a shrine on the table with its head and south back, and it is not the God of Wealth, not Master Guan, nor the patriarch of the Sanqing Dao Ancestors, and what is placed in it is a half-orc with six hands.

That thing,It's made of a black metal material,It seems,It's like it has been burned by a fire.,Although there's a distance that can't be seen too clearly.,But,Vaguely,I can see that the crooked body posing thing seems to have been encountered somewhere.,I frowned and thought for a while.,I couldn't help but be vigilant.,Although the statue inside must not be the "bloody Rulai" I saw before.,But,From the shape to the style, the details are handled.,It's very similar to the portrait I saw in the small thatched hut back then.