I ran around the basin like crazy, thinking about the white centipede that was more than a meter long, and the goosebumps all over my body crackled and fell, and it was horrible to think about.

After running for a while, I looked back and found no trace of the white centipede chasing after me. I was a little confused, so I walked back cautiously and found the white centipede crawling on the door, staring at me, but had no intention of chasing it out.

I was furious and wanted to go over, but I was afraid that the centipede would attack me, so I could only stand at the door. I couldn't stand it anymore just for a while, because the basin was so cold, I was wearing only a set of underwear and standing outside the room freezing like a fool.

I shivered, looking at the strange man who was still unconscious in the other room, and I felt aggrieved, this was a great opportunity to escape, but all my capital was in this room, and I couldn't run at all.

I thought about it again, and suddenly realized that I should call for help first, there are a lot of weeds in this basin, and if they are piled up and burned, the smoke should be able to attract the attention of those powerhouses in the Black Phoenix Academy.

I hurriedly gathered all the weeds around me, used the flint to make sparks, and then a thick flame rose into the sky, and after doing this, I saw that the big white centipede was still lying on the door and did not move, and I was even more bold, and I decided to look in the other rooms while the strange man was not awake.

I cautiously approached, and the white centipede squinted at me, it hissed, but it had no intention of attacking me, it seemed that it was just trying to protect the centipede eggs in that room.

That was fine, and I immediately turned to another room. As soon as I pushed the door, I smelled a strong fishy smell, I smelled and almost didn't vomit, I scanned carefully, there were many beast corpses here, and there was a stove, which was steaming white, and I didn't know what the stranger was doing here, could it be rice?

I couldn't imagine how to cook in such an environment, so there must be something strange about this stove, so I covered my nose and opened the lid of the pot, and there was a burst of white air inside, with a dazzling feeling.

I hurriedly waved the white air, and when I saw the scene inside, I immediately turned to the side and retched, inside were big white eyes, scalded by water, how terrifying it was.

It's supposed to be the eyes of a beast, but it's disgusting no matter how you look at it. I hurriedly closed the lid of the pot, but there was a cooing sound from inside, I was shocked, and hurriedly opened the lid again, and I shouted, "Little cicada." ”

"Goo!"

Responding to me in the pot with white anger, my God, the little cicada was soaked in it? I thought I was going crazy, so I hurriedly used the spatula on the side to push those big eyes away, only to see that the little cicada returned to the appearance of the purple toad king, it was like a steamed crab, and it was tied up by five flowers and sunk at the bottom of the pot, and the whole body was burned red, and it was terrible hot.

I looked at it distressedly, and the little cicada snorted twice, but I couldn't speak. I led it outside, and the centipede was still staring at us. I felt uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to approach it, so I walked to the last room. This room was supposed to be the room where the weirdo rested by himself, and it was clean and clean, and I saw my own clothes. I hurriedly put it on.

There wasn't much stuff in this room, but it was strange that there was a dresser with a few pieces of jewelry on it. I wondered, could it be that the strange man was a woman? I opened the jewelry and looked at it, and there was a gold hosta inside, which was particularly beautiful.

The others are earrings and headbands, which are very clean and look like they are often worn. I opened the second layer of the jewelry box and looked at it, there was only one picture inside, I took it out to look at it, and my heart was beating overloaded.

There are only two people in the photo, a man in his thirties, with a slender figure, a handsome face, and eyes as bright as stars. This person has an air of elegance, and he is my father Wen Fengru.

And next to him stood a little girl, estimated to be three or four years old, with a pigtail on her head, looking angelic and cute, sticking out her tongue towards the camera.

How could this weirdo have a picture of my father, and who is this little girl? I couldn't believe it, I opened the back of the photo and looked at it, only to see a line of words on it, "The thirteenth day of the ninth year of the Lu month, Wanwan's birthday." ”

My birthday? My birthday isn't on June 13th at all, and I can't believe looking at this photo, it's so weird. I hurriedly rummaged through the other boxes, but there was nothing worth mentioning.

I just looked at that picture over and over again, and it was really weird. The time of the photo is written on June 13, '96, but my father died on June 13, '93, and I have seen his tombstone with my own eyes, which is absolutely true.

Then why did my father appear again in the third year after his death, and took a picture with the little girl in the photo, according to the information on the photo, it is not difficult to deduce that this little girl is called Wanwan, and June 13th is her birthday. So who am I?

I'm completely messed up, I sorted it out, I am very clear about a few points, one, the man must be my father Wen Fengru, two, I am definitely not the girl in the photo, I was not like that when I was a child. Three, my birthday is not on June 13th.

From this I can deduce that my father is probably not dead, after all, my mother's coffin is empty, so why can't my father's coffin be empty as well? Maybe he just wanted this way to get rid of his old enemies and live a life of seclusion.

My heart pounds at the thought of this, and if that's the case, then a lot of things make sense, like why my father was able to arrange everything in order, maybe he was the one who was secretly protecting me.

But if that's the case, why didn't he come out and meet me? There is no reason for this, so I thought of the second possibility, this picture was probably taken 93 years ago, and the little girl in the photo is probably one of my relatives or something, but some people deliberately learned my father's font to write this line.

But think about this line that doesn't matter at all, and it was written to me? No way, this line of words is completely meaningless, not to mention that this picture is still in the room of the weirdo, if he is awake, it is impossible for me to show this picture, so why is my father's picture here, and what does this weirdo have to do with my father?

My head was about to explode, and I couldn't imagine that my father and this weirdo would have any shaves. All I can do now is lift the strange man's mask, make sure he's a man or a woman, and go back to Ponyville to see if my father's coffin is also empty.

"Goo-goo..."

The little cicada, which had been quiet, suddenly screamed, and I looked at him, and saw that he had run to a corner, and at the moment he was picking at the dirt there with his front paws.

Could it be that the little cicada has made any major discoveries? I hurriedly went over to help the little cicada dig together, and after digging about five centimeters, we dug up a black jar, which was covered with a mud mark, and the mud mark was also engraved with extremely complex runes, "Kui! ”

I tried to lift the mud mark, but it was so tight that I couldn't get it. I held the small black jar and shook it, there was no sound inside, I thought it was an empty can, but why was the empty can sealed? I didn't understand, there must be something strange about it, and I slammed the black jar to the ground again.

"Bang!" The black jar did not break, but there was a sudden rustling sound inside, as if something was crawling inside.

I swallowed, and it suddenly occurred to me that these black jars contained some terrible centipedes, and maybe the same was true in this black jar. So I didn't dare to act rashly, I didn't want to make any trouble, so I pulled the little cicada away, but it didn't go, lying on the black can and not moving.

When I asked it how, it cooed, because it was the body of the Purple Toad King, and it didn't seem to be able to make a human voice, so it could only watch it patiently. It pointed to the jar, and then to my chest, and I seemed to understand something, and I asked, "Is the ring in there?" ”

It nodded hurriedly.

I must have shouted nine years old in my heart, but there was only a rustling sound in the black jar. I swallowed, there is definitely something terrible in this black jar, should I open it? If the little cicada's feeling is wrong, it is likely to put us in danger again.