It was another rainy night, and the pouring rain continued to wash every corner of the village, inside and outside. This continuous heavy rain has begun to bring a lot of inconvenience to the production and life of the villagers, and even the trading in the market has been greatly affected, not to mention the mine in the western suburbs, which has been suspended.

"Kacha!" A huge bolt of lightning fell on a large camphor tree not far from the entrance of the mine in the western suburbs. The camphor tree snapped at the sound of the sound, and the tremendous heat from the lightning strike caused the remaining half of the trunk to ignite a raging fire. Soon it was doused by the rain that fell from heaven......

Today's western suburbs mine, because of the recent accidents, the relevant departments of the mine have ordered a complete closure, and only some personnel are arranged to take turns to be stationed in a wooden house not far from the mine, responsible for the task of guarding the mine.

"Hopla, the plum wine you brought here tastes too light, it's boring!" The person who spoke was an old miner from the mine who stayed behind in the wooden house.

"Hahaha, old Keane can drink wine if he has it, this is in the wilderness, you still think this is the tavern in the town. The man who spoke was named Melitz, who was also a middle-aged miner at the mine.

"Hahaha, that's it. Two middle-aged miners sitting on the other side of the table drinking plum wine and playing cards should be reconciled.

"Cut, I can't talk about it. The defeated old Keane said in a broken thought.

"Uncle Keane, this is our family's ancestral plum wine, which is different from the spirits you are used to drinking, this wine is characterized by its fragrant and sweet taste, and it is also good for the body when you drink it often, such as ......" Hopla was not dissatisfied with Keane's criticism of the home-brewed plum wine, but patiently explained to him.

The young man, Hopla, was not a mine worker, but a guard of the village guard. Since the death in the mine, the village guard has sent two guards in turn to assist the mine on duty.

At this time, another middle-aged guard named Ma Yong was sitting in a corner of the table, savoring the dry tobacco in his hand, and had no intention of playing with them.

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong. Unable to stand Hopeda's nagging and detailed explanations, Keane finally confessed.

"Hahahaha......" There was a burst of joyful laughter in the wooden house.

The night was getting darker, and the rain showed no signs of abating. The six people in the wooden house drank and smoking, and played cards, and they did not seem to be affected by the heavy rain at all. Everyone thought it was going to be another dull night, and then ......

"Tuk, tuk, tuk......" three abrupt knocks on the door suddenly sounded......

"Who is this, it rains heavily in the middle of the night......" Melitz said in a slightly dissatisfied tone, and he had to stop the wine glass in his hand and stand up, and lazily walked to open the door.

Click, with the sound of the door opening, two people in gray robes, one tall and one short, appeared in everyone's field of vision.

When old Keane saw the visitor's face, he asked, "...... are you?"

"Hehehe...... Sir, we want to ask you some questions......" A hoarse voice came from the body of the short gray-robed man......

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Whoa...... Whoa...... The rain continued, and the water level of the river to the east of the village had overflowed to the point of bursting due to the continuous rainwater these days. If the river breaks to the east, it will bring great disaster to the village of Kamp. Il's father, Mike, has an unprecedentedly busy workload, taking care of the security and security of the village and outside the village, as well as organizing manpower and material resources to strengthen the river embankment, and now he doesn't even have time to go home. His mother, Seuss, instead of complaining, was very supportive of her husband's work and proud of his contribution to the village.

As for Il, he was lying on the bed at the moment, playing with the pendant on his necklace, thinking about something in a trance.

It's been two days since Mark and Evan last went to the shop to talk to him about an expedition to the mines in the western suburbs, and the conversation they had that day still haunts him.

"Well, there's monsters that kill people!"

A sentence in a hurry said what Il was really worried about these days.

Mark and Evan didn't understand why Ir would say such a thing, if they hadn't met Black the last time they went into the mine, maybe they would have turned their noses up at Il's funny warning, but it was because of that experience that Mark and Evan were silent, afraid, and finally compromised......

...... Is it right or wrong to tell them the truth...... There was more contradiction in Il's heart.

"Looks like it's been another sleepless night tonight......" Il muttered as he looked out the window at the heavy rain.

Ever since the day Black admonished him, Il had suffered from insomnia and had never had a good night's sleep. Even if I finally tried to put myself to sleep, I was awakened by the terrifying scenes in my dream after a while.

What to do next, Yi'er was completely unsure, and Lao Hei put down a warning and "disappeared" without a trace. Is the last time the worker in the mine was killed has anything to do with the enemy that Lao Hei said, and whether he wants to go to the mine......

No! Il's mind had just sprung up with the dangerous idea of going to the mines to find out, and he immediately rejected it. In order to survive, it is better to stay in the village obediently, at least so far, there is no abnormal situation around him, he can only take one step at a time.

As he thought about it, Il's sleepiness gradually came to his heart, and his eyes were slowly sinking, and he was about to fall asleep......

"Hey, don't sleep, boy, wake up!" a hurried but familiar voice sounded in Yir's heart.

Il, who immediately guessed who the owner of the voice was, and regardless of this rare sleepiness, immediately opened his eyes and hurriedly got up from the bed.

It's not in a dream...... Yir was the first to react, this was not the white world he had talked to last time, and he was still in his bedroom.

"How are you ......?"

"Don't talk nonsense!Pack up your things and get out of here!" Before Il finished speaking, Lao Hei couldn't wait to urge him, and his tone was firm and affirmative, and there was no room for any doubt.

Ilr seemed to sense from Lao Hei's urging that something seemed to be wrong with the situation, but he was full of doubts, why did this guy let me go as soon as he appeared...... Go, where are you going?

"Don't worry about it for now, the enemy may already know that you have something to do with Ben Shuai, they have already come to the village, if you don't want to die, leave this village immediately!"

After Lao Hei said this, Yir finally realized that the situation had become serious, and if he didn't leave, he would really die as Lao Hei said. But where could he go? What about his parents? What about Mark and Aven, the two brothers and sisters? What about the villagers who cared for him? Il, in the village of Camp where he grew up, had left too many fetters behind, and if he was gone, what would they do, would they be implicated by him? For a while, countless worries haunted Il's heart.