The village where the Chen family is located is in a col on Eagle Head Mountain. Because the terrain here is relatively gentle, and there is a stream falling from the sky, there are more than a dozen families living here. Most of them earn a living by hunting. There are also one or two families who have cultivated several terraced fields. And the Chen family is the only blacksmith in the village. If the most noble position among the mountain people is the village chief, then the blacksmith is always the one who everyone dares not provoke. For hunting requires knives and axes, and farming requires sickles and hoes, neither of which can be separated from blacksmiths. If you have this skill, you can live a good life in the mountains.

And the Chen family is different among all the blacksmiths. When Fang Zhongjin walked out of his hut, he found that the Chen family's courtyard was full of bamboo. Tables, chairs, benches, pergola trellises, and flower stands are all exquisite, far different from the furnishings of ordinary mountain farmhouses. There are four or five bamboo huts surrounded by a low bamboo fence, and Fang Zhongjin lives in one of them. There is also a dark workshop, which is thought to be where Chen Bo struck iron. A little further past, there is a bamboo hut facing south, which looks larger than other houses, and it should be the main house of Uncle Chen and his family.

Fang Zhongjin walked to the door and heard the sound of someone talking in the house. He knocked on the door, and immediately there was a sound of footsteps, and someone was approaching. The bamboo door creaked open, and Uncle Chen looked at Fang Zhongjin and Lu'er in front of him in surprise. I saw that Fang Zhongjin's face was very bad, he looked gray and yellow, and his lips were frighteningly white. Lu'er was supporting him, and his face was anxious and haggard.

Uncle Chen was taken aback, and hurriedly helped Fang Zhongjin into the room, and said, "What's the matter? Fang Xiaoxia is not feeling well? It seems that the toxin still hasn't been pulled out." How could he have thought that Fang Zhongjin's face was painted by Lu'er's skillful hands.

Fang Zhongjin helped himself into a bamboo chair by Uncle Chen, and he didn't need any strength on his body, and the weight of the whole person was all on Lu and Chen. It really looks like a toxin attack.

When Fang Zhongjin sat down, he looked up and saw that there was indeed another person in the room. That person looked like a man a few years younger than Uncle Chen. But he is the polar opposite of Uncle Chen. The man's hair was disheveled and greasy, and he was tied indiscriminately. I don't know how long it has been since the clothes have been washed, and they are so dirty that I can't see the original color. The face is long, the beard is Lada, and a pair of thin eyes are alert. He was sitting at a table with a teapot in his hand, as if he was drinking tea directly from the teapot. He suddenly saw Fang Zhongjin, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was busy and forced to calm down and continued to drink the water in the teapot.

Seeing his subtle expression, Lu'er inadvertently said in Fang Zhongjin's ear in a very soft voice: "This person knows you, and he is quite afraid of you." ”

Fang Zhongjin nodded slightly, leaned back in the chair crookedly, and said, "Uncle Chen, after you left just now, I suddenly felt that I couldn't breathe, and my body was extremely uncomfortable. I wonder if the poison has become powerful again?"

Uncle Chen frowned and said, "Why do you want to come out by yourself if you are uncomfortable, you let the deer girl scream, and I will come." Alas, how can this stone green poison be so easy to solve? I'm not a doctor, so I have to go down the mountain and ask a real doctor to take a look. ”

The oil-headed man heard this and hurriedly asked, "This ...... Is the kid going to be able to live?"

Uncle Chen turned around and sighed and said, "How can Shi Qing be so easy to live?" I was also lucky, seeing that he didn't die immediately, I thought he was really blessed and fateful. I think there was little toxin at that time, and I didn't die immediately. Now the toxicity is kicking in...... In short, Fang Xiaoxia, you better go back to the room and rest. Stop wandering around. ”

Fang Zhongjin made a sick look, his eyes were half-squinted and half-closed, as if he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids. In fact, he was slowly looking at the oil-headed man in front of him, comparing the people he had seen with him one by one in his heart, and he was sure that he had never met him. And this person can recognize himself at a glance, and he is a little afraid of himself. It seems that he has to pretend again.

Fang Zhongjin said weakly: "I came here this time, not for anything else, but for my sister." He said and glanced at Lu'er with difficulty, although Lu'er didn't know what Fang Zhongjin was going to say, it would never be wrong to make a sad look just cooperate.

Fang Zhongjin said again: "My sister came out with me just to go back to her hometown to live. But I'm dying now, and there's no one in my hometown. I don't know how she can get by. ”

When he said this, he faintly meant to be alone. The dirty man's eyes rolled, and he thought to himself that this man really couldn't do it.

Fang Zhongjin continued: "I don't know if Uncle Chen can do it well, let my sister live in your house for a while." Let's write another letter back to my hometown, hoping that the people in my hometown can remember the past feelings and ask someone to pick up my sister. ”

Uncle Chen hurriedly said: "I hurt you like this because my family is cool and indiscriminate, which hurts you." Not to mention living for a while, even if I am my own daughter, I will never refuse. Fang Xiaoxia, don't say these depressing words, hurry back to the house to rest. Maybe there will be some improvement in a while. ”

The dirty man interjected on the side and asked, "What's wrong with Qingliang, this young man?

Chen Bo said: "Hey, it's not two days ago, and suddenly there was a strong wind and black clouds on the opposite peak. I'm worried about what's going on, let's go and see. She was also reckless, and she hurt this little man without saying a word. In fact, this little man is just a passerby. It's not ......" He stopped halfway through this, and he didn't know who Chen Qingliang thought of Fang Zhongjin as a person.

The man's eyes suddenly tightened, and his voice trembled imperceptibly: "On the opposite hill, is that the village of the dead?"

Lu'er's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the dirty man, he involuntarily touched a small bag beside him. Lu'er quietly tugged Fang Zhongjin's sleeve and asked him to take a look.

Fang Zhongjin coughed and said, "Don't hide it from Uncle Chen, I was originally ...... Go to the top of the hill and find a friend. But I didn't expect my friend to be found, and I was besieged by a group of strange mountain people...... Their kung fu path was really weird, so my sister and I quickly fled down the mountain. ”

When the oil-headed man heard this, he thought to himself that this was indeed the case. It seems that these two people have not seen the true power of the village of the dead, otherwise how could it be so peaceful now?

Uncle Chen didn't think as much as they did, and when he heard this, he only asked: "I haven't seen anyone enter or leave that mountain for many years, is there still anyone living there?" Anyway, I understand what you mean, hurry back and rest." Don't get tired anymore. You can rest assured...... I will always take care of your sister for you to the end. Whatever is cool in my house, she will have. The meaning of these words is that Fang Zhongjin will definitely not live for a few days. I promised to take care of Lu'er for him for the rest of my life.

Fang Zhongjin made a plan, got up weakly and said goodbye to the two people in the house, and was supported by Lu'er back to his small bamboo house.

The dirty man watched the two leave the bamboo house with his eyes, and the abacus crackled in his heart.

When the two of them returned to their rooms, Fang Zhongjin no longer pretended. He straightened up again, and the gray and yellow color powder on his face could not hide the heroic spirit of his whole body. Fang Zhongjin turned his head to Lu'er and said, "This scene has been done enough. They're not wary anymore, so I'll go check on the situation tonight. ”