The old man and the old woman stood straight through a curtain.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on my forehead, why didn't they walk at all!?

They...... Did you see me?

It stands to reason that through a layer of cloth curtains, the room is pitch black, and the old couple should not be able to see it.

I held my breath and just crouched in the corner.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

Suddenly, the old woman, who I had never heard before, said, "Young man, why don't you sleep so late?"

I chuckled inwardly.

It's over, they probably found me peeping!

In desperation, I casually pulled up a pretense, "Ahem, I was asleep just now, and suddenly I saw a spider the size of a fist, burrowing through the crack in the wooden house into the room."

"Oh, it turned out to be a spider."

The old woman's voice softened, "The mountains and fields are vulgar, and there is no very good living environment. Young man, there's wormwood in the cupboard, and lighting it will repel insects."

I was embarrassed and said, "Thank you."

I was relieved that the two of them left.

I don't see any difference between the old couple, but when I live in this house, I feel an inexplicable panic and uneasiness.

Besides, the two of them behaved strangely, and the machinery was stiff like a puppet, which gave me a kind of uncanny valley effect.

For the rest of the time, I didn't wander around anymore, but sat honestly on the edge of the bed and watched Zhao Mengfu fall asleep.

I don't know if the old man noticed my voyeurism, or if it was supposed to be time to rest, and when they returned to their room, they blew out the oil lamp.

At seven o'clock the next morning, I woke Zhao Mengfu up on time.

Zhao Mengfu rubbed his eyes in a daze, and said without tears, "Good brother, can you let me sleep for ten more minutes?" I climbed the mountain all day yesterday and I'm dying of exhaustion!"

For drowsy people, ten minutes and an hour, there is no difference at all.

I was expressionless, "Give you thirty seconds to get out of bed, or I'll go by myself."

"Oh, don't!"

Zhao Mengfu muttered quietly as he got up from the bed and put on his coat in a hurry.

She got up with her shoes on, and pointed to the quilt with a smile, "Brother, do you want to smell it, the quilt I slept on all night yesterday is not fragrant?"

I ignored her, lifted the curtain and went out.

The room next door where Chen Wangdao and Ma Kun should have been lying has disappeared.

When I walked to the living room, I glanced at the old couple's room and saw that their room was also empty.

On the table in the living room, there was a letter with the words: The two of us went down the mountain to work, and a few of us please take care of ourselves.

Inside and outside the house, there was no half of a figure in the empty space.

The walking corpses parked at the bottom of the house were probably driven away by Chen Wangdao and Ma Kun's apprentices who got up early.

If you think about it, it is normal that corpses are easy to decay under the scorching sun, so the corpse chasers should take advantage of the morning and evening, and must not rush at noon.

It's normal for them to wake up early.

At the door, there was a well, and Zhao Mengfu laboriously picked up a bucket of water to brush his teeth and wash his face.

As she washed, she muttered, "This is the first time this girl has suffered this kind of suffering after living for so long."

When the sun shines and the house is empty, I feel a lot more at ease.

Standing outside the house, looking at the bamboo house on stilts, I finally understood why I thought this room was weird yesterday.

A trip down the mountain from Happy Valley is almost harder than climbing to the sky.

It stands to reason that people like this in the mountains should live a self-sufficient life.

But this wooden house, there is no poultry or vegetable garden around, and the wheels of the buckets are rusty, and even the buckets are leaking.

There are almost no traces of life in the whole wooden house, giving people a clean and desolate feeling.

After Zhao Mengfu finished washing, he picked up the compressed biscuit and gnawed it, his brows furrowed, and he muttered that he was probably scolding me in a low voice.

I was helpless, "We are traveling in a strange place, and we can't afford to be too burdened, so we can't do it

Fa prepares a lot of food for you."

"Let's both make it difficult."

I opened the map and took a look, and found that there was still about 20 kilometers of mountain road from the wooden house here to the gathering place of the village of the horse station.

This mountainous area is large, but the mountainous terrain is rugged, and there are not many places to live.

After eating, we packed our things and set off.

The trail is no more than a metre wide along a rugged road that hugs a mountain wall on one side and a steep cliff on the other.

On this road, even riding livestock did not dare to cross, for fear that one would stumble over and fall under the cliff.

The only thing I can trust here is my own two legs.

Twenty kilometers, I expect to arrive at about 10 o'clock in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, Zhao Mengfu's physical fitness was unusually poor.

After walking for about thirty minutes, she was swinging on her legs.

In order to save energy, I took off all the packages from her body and carried them all on my back.

"Oh, no!"

Zhao Mengfu sat on the ground with a white face, and drank mineral water in large gulps.

After drinking the water, she frowned and untied her shoelaces little by little, "My feet hurt so much!"

I wanted her to stop being pretentious and go faster.

But when Zhao Mengfu took off his shoes, ripped off the white cotton socks on his feet, and saw the blood blisters on the soles of his feet, I sighed helplessly.

This girl is wandering, but she really hasn't suffered much.

I had no choice but to squat down, "Grandma, come up."

"Thank you, Brother Qianlong!"

I took out two light spirit talismans and put them on my legs, and suddenly felt as light as a swallow, able to trot all the way on the narrow road on the edge of the almost deserted cliff.

As soon as I ran up, Zhao Mengfu on my back let out a short scream, and then said in panic, "Brother, I think I still have some strength, otherwise let me go."

I said indifferently, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

As I trotted twenty kilometers, I became more and more confused.

Although the station is located in a remote area, it is also connected to electricity, so there should be trade exchanges to the bottom of the mountain.

But why is this cliff path so deserted that it is overgrown with weeds, and even many landslides have no one to deal with.

Could it be that the people in the mountain village never go down the mountain and live like a wild man?

With doubts, I ran 20 kilometers, and finally saw a large stone monument at the entrance of the village on a gentle slope in front of me.

The stele is half a person high, and there are three words written crookedly on it - Zhuma Station

Whew, it's finally here.

I threw down Zhao Mengfu behind me, and tore off the light spirit charm that had exhausted my spiritual power, and surveyed the surrounding environment.

From my vantage point, looking northeast and northwest, I can see more than 100 buildings, proving that the village is inhabited by at least 300 people.

The paths leading to the village have been blocked by weeds and thorns, is it ...... All the people in the village are dead!?