I almost formed a conditioned reflex to his words, as soon as his voice fell, I was already struggling to drill forward like a mouse, and as soon as the front foot of the whole person went out, the back foot of the stuffy oil bottle followed, and then, he quickly turned around, and stuffed back the tomb bricks I smashed open, one by one.

Smash the wall and fill the leak?

I couldn't figure out what the stuffy oil bottle was doing, and just as I wanted to ask, the stuffy oil bottle had already stuffed the tomb bricks, and then said, "Let's go." After saying that, I immediately ran forward, I couldn't help but want to scold my mother, so I hurriedly followed, and hurriedly looked back, only to see dark red blood flowing between the tomb bricks that had been stuffed back, and the blood stains spread to the floor, as if crawling.

I didn't have time to see more, the flashlight of the flashlight had already flashed, and I finally gritted my teeth and followed closely behind the stuffy oil bottle.

Soon, we ran up the narrow stone steps to the end, and the stuffy oil bottle dodged out of the corner, and thinking that I was slow, he dragged me by the arm and pulled me through, and then, with a hard blow on the shoulder, pushed the bookcase back into place.

This series of movements was so fast that I couldn't react at all, and then I realized that there was a hideous wound on the arm of the stuffy oil bottle, and the blood was dripping down in the carpeted study, imprinting a blood-red mark.

I was stunned for a moment, I couldn't imagine what the stuffy oil bottle was fighting with in a short moment, and it would be injured in a moment, and judging by his current actions, it seemed that that thing had not been destroyed.

I opened my mouth, and was about to speak, when the stuffy oil bottle suddenly gestured for me not to speak, and then tilted my ears, as if listening to something. I was immediately nervous by his movements, and I stayed where I was and even breathed carefully, and after a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

I saw that his wound was very hideous and still bleeding, so I didn't care to ask, and hurriedly said, "Little brother, you wait first, I'll go find some wound medicine." "I found some first-aid medicine in the drawer and helped to do a simple sterilization and bandaging of the stuffy oil bottle, during which the stuffy oil bottle was silent, and my head was lowered as if thinking.

"Little brother, what was that just now?"

"Living corpses." The stuffy oil bottle spit out two words lightly.

I was shocked, living corpses? There are still living corpses in the basement of the second uncle?

At that time, the blood corpse in the Lu Wanggong was a kind of living corpse, and the stuffy oil bottle was also won after a long battle, and the formation of the living corpse was not very difficult, it could not be formed naturally by feng shui and earth, and treasures such as jade maids were indispensable, so how could there be a living corpse hidden in the basement of the second uncle?

Just as I was thinking, my eyes inadvertently swept over the desk, and this look, my heart suddenly became alarmed. Just now, I was only looking for medicine for the stuffy oil bottle, and I didn't pay attention to any changes in the room, but at this moment, I realized that the wooden box that was originally placed on the table had disappeared.

I immediately thought of the black shadow man that the stuffy oil bottle said, was it taken by that person?

Contacting the contents of my grandfather's notebook, I immediately couldn't sit still and quickly rummaged through the cabinet, when I found a footprint in the window.

The man walked through the window.

Without thinking about it, I immediately went downstairs and ran to the window, perhaps because of the humidity of the mountains, and there were clear footprints on the lawn under the window, and the row of footprints reached the end of the lawn, and at the end was an iron railing full of petunias, and it seemed that the man had escaped along the railing.

At the moment, my mind was in a mess.

The second uncle disappeared suddenly, and I was worried that there was some force behind the trouble, so in order not to attract attention, I deliberately sneaked into the ancestral house at night with the stuffy oil bottle, but I didn't expect things to be far beyond my expectations, even at night, we were still discovered.

In this way, there has always been a person, or a group of people, who have been monitoring the ancestral house, otherwise, why is there such a coincidence?

So, who is this person?

At this moment, at least half an hour has passed since the man locked us in the iron gate, and even if I chase it now, it is difficult to find clues, and I stand at the end of the lawn, my heart tormented like a pot of boiling oil.

That person locked us in the iron gate, and it is impossible for a normal person to escape under that circumstance, and this ancestral house is already empty, and no one will find out that we are locked in the basement, so the next encounter is self-evident, we will be trapped inside, that is, that person is trying to trap us inside.

I can't imagine what would have happened to me if I hadn't had the stuffy oil bottle by my side this time, even if I wasn't trapped inside and starved to death, I would have been torn apart by those bizarre dumplings.

A series of fog followed, but I didn't have a clue, just when I was forced to shout, the stuffy oil bottle suddenly patted me on the shoulder, and said, "There is no one nearby, go back." ”

I nodded, I understood the meaning of the stuffy oil bottle, that person took the wooden box, of course, he would also take away all the useful clues, even if I and the stuffy oil bottle checked again, it is estimated that we will find nothing.

Looking at the time, it was already three o'clock in the morning, I really couldn't stay in this luxurious ancestral house, so I walked down the mountain with a stuffy oil bottle, and when I arrived at the security booth, the middle-aged uncle was already dozing off on his pillow and didn't find us.

It was difficult to get a taxi at night, I took the stuffy oil bottle to the side of the road without street lights, only to find that I had made a wrong decision, at the moment I was in a dilemma, and then looked at the injury on the arm of the stuffy oil bottle, I suddenly felt that I had become a pig brain, I knew that I should have lived in the ancestral house for one night, and I had not slept before, it was a big deal, I thought I was in the bucket.

But we were lucky, I stood awkwardly in the night wind, and waited for a long time to stop a taxi, the driver was going home to sleep, I said a lot of things, and added money, so he was willing to take us back.

When I got back to the hotel, it was about half past five in the morning, and I took a quick shower, and although my body was tired, I couldn't fall asleep when I collapsed on the bed, and my mind was full of what had happened recently.

The second uncle who disappeared, the passerby who went to erase the little dragon girl, the basement in the ancestral house, the living corpses, the people who monitored the ancestral house, and the box that was solemnly locked, all of this was like a fog, I walked into this fog, but I couldn't make any senses.

Where did the second uncle go? Why is it so coincidental that the deadline is two months. Could it be that in two months, something major will happen? If the little dragon girl falls into the hands of 'it', if the passerby fails to act, then what awaits me next? This matter, after coming out of Yabuda, even the fat man was involved, and it was about two important people around me, and I couldn't get out of it now.

I was irritable for a long time, and it wasn't until my brain felt a protesting pain that I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up the next day, the stuffy oil bottle was lying on the bed in a daze, staring at the ceiling, unfocused, as if penetrating time and space, and the wound on my arm was still the one I had simply treated last night, and the medicine had not been changed at all.

I originally thought that after Yabuda and his party, let this brother who was born and die live a comfortable life, but I didn't expect that it would be less than ten days, and I was injured for me, and I was very depressed for a while, so I said to the stuffy oil bottle: "My second uncle's matter, I can't find any clues now, forget it, let's go back to Hangzhou, he will automatically dedicate himself sooner or later." The stuffy oil bottle probably didn't expect me to be so crisp, and looked at me twice, then nodded.

The next day, I said goodbye to my parents and went back to Hangzhou.

Before leaving, I called Lao Lei on the train, hoping that if he had any news of his second uncle, he would tell me as soon as possible. At that time, the stuffy oil bottle was sitting next to me, holding his hands to look at the flowing scenery outside the window, I thought about it and couldn't help asking: "Little brother, what is the relationship between you and Lao Lei?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle glanced at me, tapped his fingers on the tabletop, and said, "He is the descendant of the black-backed sixth." "The black-backed sixth? I was startled, and the phone in my hand fell to the table with a thud.

Back then, the grandfather was ready to train the second uncle to be the heir of the Wu family to attract the attention of 'it', but in the end, it was the third uncle who didn't play cards according to common sense.

I opened an antique shop, thinking about slaughtering fat sheep all day long, making a fortune, or buying a wide house, changing the small gold cup, the third uncle started a business in the hall, and on the pour, he was also a character who stomped his feet and shook three times, but only the second uncle was willing to be dull and opened a small teahouse, and he lived most of his life alone, like an invisible person.

I always thought that the second uncle had been disheartened because of the third uncle's affairs, and completely stayed away from the affairs of Lao Jiumen, even if the third uncle and Xie Lianhuan switched identities in the end, the second uncle had been left alone even if he knew, but now I have found out that things are not as simple as I imagined, perhaps, the life of the second uncle over the years is far from being as peaceful as it seems.

The disagreement caused by that incident made Februaryhong, Qi Tiezui, the black-backed sixth and my grandfather begin to rebel secretly, and the later result was that except for the Wu family, the other three families completely disappeared from this world, leaving no message.

I always thought that the other three families had been wiped out of this world, but now, the stuffy oil bottle told me that Lao Lei was the descendant of the black-backed sixth, and this black-backed sixth descendant not only followed my second uncle, but also seemed to be a diehard.

What's going on here?

Don't...... Could it be that the second uncle has always been in contact with the other three?

I couldn't help but look at the stuffy oil bottle, so far, the only one who has lived the longest and knows the most, and the person I can also ask, it seems that he is the only one, but before I can figure out how to speak, the stuffy oil bottle has already shook his head, there seems to be a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he said lightly: "Wu Xie, I haven't recovered all my memories, and there are many things that I don't know." ”

Looking at the confused eyes of the stuffy oil bottle, it didn't look like a fake, but I didn't forget his actor certification, so I changed my method and cautiously asked, "Then how much do you remember?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle didn't answer me, staring at me in a daze, I was uncomfortable by him, and said in my heart: How awkward it is for the two big men to look like this, but soon I found that although his eyes were looking at me, his eyes were empty without focus, as if looking far away through my body, this expression was very like remembering something.

I thought he had remembered something, and he didn't even dare to make a big move to avoid disturbing his memories, but soon, something maddened me happened, because this damn stuffy bottle actually fell asleep.

I knew right away that I had been tricked by the stuffy oil bottle. Damn, this kid eats me, wears me, lives in me, why don't you ask you a question now, and actually use acting skills to perfunctory me.

I felt the urge to choke the neck of the oil bottle, but I could only think about it, and I didn't want to hear my neck being twisted off yet

After returning to Hangzhou, I couldn't get anything out of the mouth of the stuffy oil bottle, I don't know if he really forgot, but then I knocked on the side and asked a few times, the stuffy oil bottle did not answer, quietly basking in the sun, I thought about it and admitted it, since he didn't want to say, and it was also peaceful, why did I have to bring him in.

Originally, my original plan was to rescue the stuffy oil bottle from the bronze door, hoping that he could live a more stable life like a normal person, at least he could find the meaning of existence, in fact, the meaning of this thing, find a woman, have two children, and have a bond, everything will be gone.

Now that the stuffy oil bottle says that he has forgotten, I, as a brother, why should I pull him in for my own business. After thinking about it, I didn't think about whether the memory of the stuffy oil bottle was really restored, and I didn't think about starting from the stuffy oil bottle, but I really couldn't find a clue, and in the end I had to resign myself to waiting for the two-month agreement.

Every day after that, I spent my days looking at the calendar, looking at the calendar every day, pinching my watch after reading the calendar, and occasionally looking in the mirror and finding that the person in the mirror looked decadent, in fact, I was really driving myself crazy.

Although I am not a very active person, but this feeling of counting the days and waiting for the execution is not easy, I don't know what will happen in two months, whether the second uncle will have an accident, whether the little dragon girl will die, whether passerby A will live, and even whether the fat man will be affected.

I couldn't make my own decisions about all this, I could only wait, I could only wait, and this feeling made my brain swell all night, and the whole person was like a wandering spirit, and from time to time I put my eyes on the calendar.

If I continue like this, I'll probably really go crazy.