As soon as I set up the fishing rod and was about to get up, I heard thunder rumbling in the sky, and the surface of the river was also spilled with raindrops.

"It's really unlucky, why is it raining?"

The rain came as soon as it was said, and suddenly it fell like a bead curtain, and he hurriedly opened the oil umbrella left on the ground by the three immortals of the earth, and ran towards the desolate grave in a panic.

I don't know if it was because the rain was heavy and the road was difficult to walk, or if I was dazed and remembered the wrong direction, and I ran for a while, but I never found the deserted grave.

Once most of the lower body was wet, this wind and rain were urgent, and I couldn't care about finding the three immortals on the ground, and the most important thing at the moment was to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Coincidentally, in the direction where Issea ran, there was a thatched hut not far away, as if it had appeared there on purpose, waiting for Issea.

"Strange, why didn't you see this thatched hut when you came? ”

The thatched hut is very small, only ten steps long and wide, and the walls are somewhat damaged, and from time to time some wind and rain will drift in, but fortunately, it can be used as a temporary shelter for the time being.

Once he entered the house, shaking off the rain on his body, he set his umbrella aside and looked out through the window.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly. Once I closed the doors and windows, sat in a relatively dry corner, and listened to the sound of the house, sometimes the sound of the wind sounded over the sound of the rain, and sometimes the sound of the rain overshadowed the sound of the wind, it seemed that the rain could not stop for a while.

His pants and shoes were wet, and he shivered a little from the cold, so he took off his shoes and poured out the rainwater, and wrung out his pants a little.

"This unfortunate weather is really almost drenched in soup. No, I'm going to have to make a fire and roast myself. ”

There were some bits and pieces of firewood in the house, but it was a little difficult to burn due to some rain. Once he picked up two pieces and made a fire, he faced a small pile of hay, once he didn't light it, twice it didn't burn, and three times he finally saw some sparks.

Building a fire is like taking care of a newborn baby, not only with care, but also with patience. Once holding the haystack wrapped in Mars, he blew hard at it.

The hard work paid off, and the smoke was about to ignite at the sight of the fire, and once the grass was buried in the firewood, carefully protecting the small flames that had just emerged.

"Haha, this fire finally got me to light it......"

At this moment, I don't know who is outside the house, I vigorously pushed the door, and the sudden door wind blew the flame into a puff of green smoke.

Once also startled, he jumped up and hid aside, and he couldn't see what was coming in the light, so he had to press his body in the corner and not move, staring at the door, trying to see what it was.

Listening to the sound, it looked like a person's pace, and when the thing walked into the house, I realized that it was really a person who had broken in.

Once: "Hey——, are you a human or a ghost?"

The man first shook off the rain from his body, and then took out a fire fold from his chest and blew it, and the red bright spots on the fire fold burned faintly, illuminating the man's face.

"Do you think I look like a human or a ghost?"

Although this man looks like he has white sideburns and should be over half a hundred years old, he is dressed plainly and neatly, his body is upright, and he speaks with confidence, not like some mountain bandit.

"You, you, since you're human, why are you pretending to be a ghost here?!"

"What the hell am I pretending to be, what are I scared?"

This person's words were full of force, and he looked like an old man Zhang usually reprimanded him, and he was so shocked that he stammered a little when he spoke.

"Why did you suddenly push the door? ”

"Presumably this is not your house, do I want to inform you when I come in to shelter from the rain?"

As he spoke, the man had unloaded his luggage and laid it on the ground, and the other sword at his waist had been tied down and stood on the wall.

This man is carrying a weapon with him, and it seems that he is not a good person!

Although he was a little worried that this person would fight, he still spit out the unhappiness in his heart: "Do you understand, what is called, what is it called first come, first come?"

The man broke the fire and stuck it on the ground, then sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes as if he had meditated, and no longer answered the questions he had been asking for a while.

Once seeing that this person ignored him, he muttered in a low voice: "What kind of person, I don't talk about etiquette at all, I don't admit that I did wrong, it's not that you are the same age as my master, I would have kicked you out a long time ago......"

Before the complaint was finished, there was a knock on the door outside the house, and the wind and rain were small, but these sounds were still heard crisply.

Knock, knock, knock...

It seems that he is going to come in again to take shelter from the rain.

When he saw the man sitting indifferently, he had to go to answer the door himself.

The man outside the door was an old man, with gray hair and no paint, and his clothes were thin, and he shivered from the wind and rain.

"Little brother, can the old man take advantage of the precious land to temporarily avoid this storm?"

"You don't have to be polite, uncle, please come in quickly. ”

"Thank you, little brother. ”

"You're welcome, a polite person like you, of course I'm willing to share this place with you, unlike some people here......"

Once he helped the old man into the thatched hut, he turned around but couldn't find the shadow of the person just now.

"Strange, where did this man go, he was still sitting here. ”

The old man asked who he was talking about, but he didn't understand it and didn't want to say it, so he had to prevaricate a few words, saying that he was talking nonsense just now, and it was only him and the old man.

Although the man was gone, and the sword was gone, his fire was left on the ground, and with this light in the room, he could still see the appearance of each other a little.

Once he saw that the old man was pale, and there was a circle of green light around his eyes, he thought that the light was weak, and he was dazzled, and wanted to rub his eyes to see a little more clearly.

When the old man saw that he was paying attention to the strangeness on his face, he pretended to be shivering with cold, and asked him to help him get some straw placed in the corner, so that he could surround himself to keep warm.

As soon as he helped the old man to sit down in the seat where the man had just sit, he turned around and went to the corner to get some straw.

Sure enough, this old man has ill intentions and wants to kill him for a while. As soon as he turned his back to him, he stretched out his arms like withered branches, trying to grab him by the neck behind him.

Fortunately, the man did not leave, but hid on the roof and waited for an opportunity, as if he had known that danger was coming......

There was thunder outside, and the room was eerily quiet, and the light of the fire broke on the shadow of the man, and spread it on the wall that was once invisible......

The man hung his feet upside down on the roof beams, and with a wave of his sword, he cut off the old man's slender withered branch monster hand.

At this moment, the moment he turned back, the old man quickly withdrew the broken branch, and the man bent back to the roof. Once I stepped on the dry hand that was cut down, I thought it was ordinary wood, and I didn't pay much attention to it, and I didn't notice what had just happened.

"Uncle, the straw you asked for was just draped tightly. ”

The old man greeted him with a smile and stretched out his hands to take the straw.

"Ah——, uncle, why are your hands so cold?"

"Hehe, when you're old, it's common for your hands and feet to be cold. ”

I didn't expect this old thing to give birth to a broken limb!

The old man knew that there was an uninvited guest above his head, and wanted to deal with him first, so he said that he was still feeling cold, and asked him to fetch some straw again.

As soon as he turned around, the old man immediately turned his back, revealing his ugly appearance, opened his mouth full of dirt, and spat out a puddle of black, viscous filth above the roof.