Chapter 37: The Ghost-Faced Man
Chapter 37: The Ghost-Faced Man
The figure didn't pay attention to my stubbornness, but stood two meters in front of me, keeping a certain distance from me. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ info and just looked at me condescendingly.
"Wei Laosan, who are you?" The figure asked me in an almost commanding tone. And the sound of speaking with a mouthful of phlegm makes me particularly uncomfortable to listen to.
"Why should I tell you?" I looked up at him with an expression that was neither humble nor arrogant. "Fair trade, you say it first."
The figure shook his head: "It's okay if you don't say it. If you don't say it, none of you will be able to get out of this cave. β
"Yo, what's the matter, why do you want to keep a few grandfathers here for the night?" The fat man said suddenly.
The figure suddenly looked at the fat man, and after a few seconds, he said, "Everyone who came here wanted to get their hands on it, but no one ever made it there alive." β
As soon as I heard this, I immediately understood. Damn, this figure shouldn't have been sent here by He Tao and their family to be a doorman, right? In order to stop everyone who wants to enter this mountain range? Thinking about it, I looked like He Tao, and was just about to ask him if this was the case. Unexpectedly, He Tao spoke first.
"Who the hell are you, I never knew that my family ever sent someone here to guard this place." As he spoke, He Tao also raised his head and looked at the figure.
"I know who you are." The figure said. "I'm not your man."
"Who the hell are you?" I asked him. I didn't have much hope this time. Unexpectedly, he asked the question just now.
"Wei Laosan, who are you?"
I wondered in my heart, and said who is Wei Laosan, why does this person keep asking me this question. But when I thought about it, I suddenly remembered.
My father was the third oldest in the family. If it were Wei Laosan, would it be my father? But how did he know my father?
"Yes, I know him." I don't care if this person is talking about my father or not. Since he would ask me this, he must think that this so-called Wei Laosan has something to do with me. Now, before I know who this man really is, I might as well get to the bottom of him.
When the figure heard me say this, he was stunned for a moment, and then took another step forward. As I took this step, the firelight lit up his face, and I could see exactly what he looked like.
All but a pair of eyes and a mouth are missing from all the other organs on his face. The skin on his face was all huddled together, as if it had been burned by fire. The nose seemed to have been chopped off by a knife, leaving the two nostrils directly exposed to the air. His ears were gone, and there was no hair on his head, and no beard on his chin. It looks terrifying.
I was stunned for a while, and for the umpteenth time I wondered if this guy who could speak human words was a human being.
"Do you really know Wei Laosan?" The figure's tone trembled slightly, and it seemed to be a little excited.
I nodded, and I was about to say yes. But the fat man behind me secretly pushed me up, interrupted me and said, "You and this...... Wei Laosan? What is the relationship? Do you know him too? β
As soon as the fat man asked, I understood. The person in front of us who made a grimace, we don't know where it came from. If it's a friend, that's fine. In case it is the enemy, then what if I just say that Wei Laosan is my father, and the back hand is directly killed by him?
The fat man's rhetorical question had such an effect. I saw a "whirring" sound in the throat of the figure, as if it was laughing. After laughing for a moment, the Ghostface stopped. looked at me and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be Wei Laosan's son." β
I was stunned and blurted out a sentence: "How do you know?" β
As soon as I said that, I regretted it. I screamed in my heart that it was not good. Damn, this fucking is cheating on me!
"How do you know I'm his son?" For a moment, I immediately changed my tone and asked him. And then I was still beating the drum in my heart, praying that God would bless him and he began to doubt me.
But I didn't expect the ghost-faced man to eat me, but looked at me lightly. I don't see any emotion in my eyes.
"I knew you were his son." Ghostface said. "Not only do I know that you are his son, but I also know who these people behind you are."
"What the hell do you want to do?" I asked him. If he wanted to kill me, he wouldn't have brought me here and asked me these inexplicable questions. He was able to kill me when he was directly in the camp. You don't have to ink with me here at all.
"Do you know what this place is for?" The ghostface suddenly turned to look at the night sky outside the cave entrance. I looked beyond the entrance of the cave over the ghost-faced man's body, and saw that the cave we were in now seemed to be on top of a cliff. The outside of the cave was so open that you couldn't see underneath at all. On the contrary, I could faintly see the stars in the sky.
"This place?" The fat man said, "Isn't that where you live?" β
"I'm talking about the forbidden land in this mountain range." Ghostface said. With that, he went to the campfire and sat down, adding a few branches to the fire.
It was only after the fire was blazing that I could see the inside of the cave.
The cave is about seven or eight meters deep. There are a lot of leaves and weeds under the place where we are tied now. Looks like it's where the ghost-faced man sleeps. The walls of the cave were carved out of many holes of various sizes, on which things were placed. It looks like food. It should be stored for the winter. But as my eyes began to adjust to the light in the cave, I found out. It turned out that there were skulls on top of those pits.
If you look closely, it looks like a human skull.
Holy shit, pervert? Could it be that all the people in Hetao's family who tried to enter the forbidden land to unlock the secret died at the hands of this ghost-faced man? Isn't this the place he used to live, but a museum-like trophy room? Damn, he doesn't want us to stay and eat these skulls, does he?
"These are the people who did not listen to my advice and died in these mountains." The ghost-faced man seemed to know what I was thinking, and he didn't look at me, staring straight at the campfire in front of him. "They don't listen to advice. Rather than be killed by what was inside, let me finish them off with my own hands. Otherwise, when that thing grows up, it will be dangerous. β
"That thing? What is that thing? "I asked." What does it mean to be full and grow up? β
"That thing," said Ghostface, "is still young, and when it grows up, no one will be his match." β
I couldn't understand what he meant. As soon as he wanted to ask, he heard Lan behind him, who had not spoken, speak: "You have seen that brute." β
The ghost-faced man raised his face to look at Lan, then lowered his head again, "That's right. β
The brute? I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said is it an animal? only to hear Lan continue: "How old is it now. β
Ghostface sighed, "I don't know. Over the years, there have been people trying to go in and unlock the secret. But I know that they will undoubtedly die when they go in. Rather than let them go in and feed them, let me do it first and give them a ride. β
I kind of understood when I heard this. Dare to love this ugly monster is still a doorman here. It's just that what he wants to keep is not the secret inside, but the beast that Shi Lan said. And the way this ugly monster guards that beast is quite perverted. As long as there are people who want to enter, the ugly monsters will kill them.
I was still thinking about it when the Ghostface suddenly stood up and walked towards us again. It's just that at this time he has an extra knife in his hand. If you look closely, it turns out to be Lan's black knife.
"This knife ......" The ghost-faced man looked at the black knife in his hand, raised his hand and stroked it gently. It's like stroking your own children. Even his eyes are much softer than just now.
I looked back at Lan and saw that Lan was also looking at the ghost-faced man with a strange expression.
"You know this knife?" Lan asked suddenly.
The ghost-faced man rubbed his hand on the crescent moon of the black knife for a while, and raised his face to look at Lan. I opened my mouth to say something, but in the end I obviously changed my mouth shape: "I don't know." β
"No, you must know." Lan said. "Where did this knife come from?"
The ghostface shook his head, but didn't speak.
"Why is this knife in my hand?"
Ghostface still shook his head, not as if he had been wrestling with this issue for so long. Instead, he walked up to me, twisted my body, and the knife was lifted up, and the rope was cut directly.
After cutting the rope, Ghostface handed me the black knife, and then silently walked back to the fire and sat down.
I glanced at him, and then at Lan and the fat man, who were still tied up. Hurry up and untie them.
"Hey, why don't we go up together and clean up this ugly bastard?" The fat man whispered as he rubbed his wrist.
"You guys can't beat me." The ghost-faced man said suddenly. Then he pointed to his ear: "I can hear what you're saying without the pinna." β
The fat man looked at the ghost-faced man and took a step forward: "What's the matter, why don't you try it?" β
The ghost-faced man snorted and sneered, "It's up to you? β
The fat man was stunned, gritted his teeth and scolded: "You fucking sneak attack your fat master and me, this is also a skill?" β
"There is no such thing as fairness in this world. As long as you can win, what does it matter by what means? β
The fat man was stunned again, looked back at me, and then looked at him again: "Yo, brother, it seems that he is also a person with a story?" β
The ghost-faced man didn't pay attention to the fat man, but said lightly: "Come and sit." Now the temperature outside is very low, and I don't want to freeze to death so I come over to warm up. β
We glanced at each other, and Lan suddenly took the lead and walked forward. When we saw it, we had no choice but to follow.
Sitting around the fire, my body immediately warmed up. At this time, the ghost-faced man spoke again: "Alright, now it's time for me to ask you." β
"Me?" The fat man pointed to his nose: "The fat man has nothing to ask." β
"It's not you, it's him." The ghost-faced man looked at me beside the fat man: "What is the relationship between you and Wei Laosan?" β
I was stunned, and my heart said I'm sorry, how do you remember. Thinking about it, I looked at the fat man, hoping to get some hints from him so that I could know what to say. Unexpectedly, the fat man rolled his eyes, turned white, and pushed the pot to me again: "Hey, the ugly brother asked you." Look what I'm doing. β
I secretly scolded this dead fat man in my heart for not being righteous, and he couldn't save him when he died at this juncture. But it can't be helped. After thinking about it, I tentatively asked him, "You won't have a holiday with him, will you?" β
This sentence is the most compromise I can think of right now. If he says yes, then I can follow his words and say:, it seems that he is an old comrade on the same front! Lao Tzu also had a holiday with him! I can also go over and shake hands with him, leave a WeChat message or something. If he says no, then I can follow him down and say: It's okay, it's okay, it's scared me to death. I thought you had something to do with him, and I was worried that he would get into trouble. After saying that, buddies can still go over and shake hands with him, add QQ friends to each other or something.
"There is no holiday." Ghostface said.
As soon as I heard this, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, that's rightβ"
"If he has turned me into this, and I haven't had a holiday with him, then I haven't had a holiday with him." Ghostface continued.
My eyes widened, and my heart said, can you finish talking at once? This kid talks and talks from whom? Then the conversation also changed: "Oh, that's right." It seems that we still have a common language. I'm also ...... by this Wei Laosan was pitted. If you didn't say I'd come to this place in the winter, I wouldn't have come to this place in the middle of winter. Right? β
Unexpectedly, the ghost-faced man's words reversed again: "But I still have to thank him." If he hadn't made me look like this, I wouldn't have discovered the secret. β
I said in my heart, you, second uncle, can you do it? Come on, come on, what else do you have to say first? For your sake, Lao Tzu will not care about you.
But Ghostface stopped after saying this, and just stared at me. I was stunned when I saw it.
"I see." I pretended to think and muttered for a while, but in fact, I was jumping on the 10,000 drafts in my heart. What to do, what should I say? Will you be beaten if you say something wrong?
The ghost-faced man saw that I had been silent for a long time and didn't speak, so he spoke first: "Don't hide it, I know you are his son." β
As soon as I looked up, I happened to be eye-catching with him. I tried to take my eyes off his eyes, but found that his eyes were like black holes, firmly sucking in my vision. I simply couldn't move away.
"Don't worry," said the ghostface. "Even if you were his son, I wouldn't kill you."
(Rush in the rush, forgive me) (To be continued.) )