Fang Zhongjin and the three of them suddenly heard someone talking behind them, and their hearts jumped suddenly. They slowly turned their heads to look, only to see a middle-aged man with an honest appearance.

This man has a charred face and rough skin. He was dressed in the most simple coarse cloth clothes, with a rag around his neck to wipe away sweat, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet that had been worn out, revealing his dirty toes. On his back was a large basket full of dry firewood, and a sickle pinned to his waist. No matter how you look at it, he is the most ordinary woodcutter.

The woodcutter looked at the three of them stunned and said with a simple smile: "A few friends, are you coming to our Xining Village? Or are you lost in the mountains? I don't know why, people from other villages on this mountain don't like to come to our Xining Village. ”

Ah Xiang asked in a trembling voice, "Are you from Xining Village?"

The woodcutter laughed and said, "So you have come to look for the village of the dead? This village of the dead is the name that you outsiders have put on our heads." Our village has been called Xining Village since ancient times. It is estimated that it is because of the homonym of 'Xining' and 'dead man' in our Zhejiang dialect that it has been called by outsiders for so long. I don't know what happened to our village now. If they don't like to come, they won't come, and the people in our village can live happily and comfortably. ”

Lu'er asked again: "Uncle, we are actually here to find someone, I don't know if you have ever seen a beggar in his thirties?"

The woodcutter was stunned for a moment, and said, "Beggar, what has become of our remoteness here? How can any beggar ask for food to come to our land? He smiled silly again.

The woodcutter's expression was natural, his breathing was steady, and his eyes did not flicker at all. Lu'er looked at it and felt that he didn't look like he was lying, so he nodded faintly to the other party.

Fang Zhongjin knew what Lu'er meant at a glance, and the woodcutter said that he had never seen a beggar-like person, and it was not a lie. It seems that Liu Xiongtian has indeed never been here. He couldn't help but be extremely disappointed in his heart, the sky and the earth are big, can't he still be found after all?

The woodcutter glanced at the sun and said, "You dolls are young and don't know the hour. Seeing that the sun is about to set, aren't you dying in vain when you wander around the mountains at such a late hour? Come to our village and stay overnight before you leave. Saying that, he smiled innocently, looking like a simple and hospitable mountain man.

Fang Zhongjin knew that what he said was right, if the three of them turned around and went down the mountain at this time, most of them would get lost in the mountain. When the time comes, wild beasts and poisonous insects will be infested, and it will be difficult to ensure that the three of them are well-rounded.

Just as he was pondering whether to agree to the woodcutter's invitation, Ah Xiang still asked unwillingly: "Uncle, are there any poisonous insects in your village?" He knew since he was a child that this mountain col was the forbidden land of the entire Eagle Head Mountain, and he never doubted it in his heart. How could he believe that it was now a small and peaceful village, and that it seemed even more peaceful than the village outside, and that everything he had always believed was false.

When the woodcutter heard this, his eyes shrank and he said, "The mosquitoes in the mountains are very poisonous, and we usually smoke them with thatch. Otherwise, I will bite you into a big bag, which will be painful and itchy. ”

Ah Xiang asked again: "Is there that kind of poisonous insect that makes people think of drinking water in the mountain stream, and if they don't drink it, they will feel uncomfortable, and even have to scratch their own flesh and blood?"

When the woodcutter heard this, he seemed to think of something, his body trembled slightly, and he hurriedly wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with the rags around his neck to cover up. said: "Guy, blow nonsense, I've never seen such a powerful poisonous insect when I'm so big." ”

All his flustered expressions couldn't escape Lu'er's discerning eyes, she quietly pulled Fang Zhongjin's sleeve, Fang Zhongjin also nodded to Lu'er, indicating that he knew that the woodcutter had a ghost in his heart. Maybe it was because the woodcutter had never seen Liu Xiongtian who looked like a beggar, but he had really seen a person with blurred flesh and blood come to the stream to find water to drink, but he didn't know why he had to hide it and not let Fang Zhongjin and them know.

Fang Zhongjin couldn't help but look at the woodcutter carefully again. I saw that although he was also strong, his breath was short and heavy. It seems that he will definitely not be a person with internal strength, I am afraid that at most he is because he is collecting firewood in the mountains all day long, so his body is stronger.

He turned his head to look at the valley again, but there were only a dozen thatched huts, and even if they were full of people, there would be about thirty people when they were full. At this time, his skills have been small, and his internal strength is amazing, and he is also doing a good job. Ah Xiang is a clever teenager, and Lu'er also has a sword to defend himself. It shouldn't be a problem for him to pick 30 villagers who don't know kung fu in a row. It's better to plan and follow this woodcutter into the mountain village to take a look. Maybe there is really a trace of Liu Xiongtian.

Fang Zhongjin said with a smile: "My younger brother is scared of being bitten by the big mosquitoes in the mountains. Uncle, the three of us brothers and sisters have lost our way in the mountains, can you please do well, let us stay in the village for one night?"

The woodcutter looked at the three of them and said cheerfully, "Okay." Just live in my house. Everyone squeezed together and there was still a place to sleep. The little girl and my mother-in-law will squeeze into a room. With that, he took the lead and cautiously went into the ravine.

The four of them had their own concerns, and they were silent all the way. It's not easy to go up the mountain, but it's even harder to go down into the valley. All four of them had to hold on to the branches and vines beside them, and be careful not to roll down the slope. In this way, I worked hard for a while, and finally completed this short mountain road. Once Fang Zhongjin and the three of them felt their feet on the flat ground, they all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

The woodcutter pointed to a hut in the village and said, "That's my house." You've come at the right time, it's time to eat. The food in the mountain village is not as good as the outside, so don't be unaccustomed to it. ”

Sure enough, the aroma of food came from every household in the valley. Fang Zhongjin and the others had been chewing the dry biscuits for a long time, and they were hooked by this aroma, although everyone did not hit the worms, the worms in their stomachs screamed.

The woodcutter grinned and led the three into his house, where a woman who was stir-frying was shocked to see that her husband had brought in three strangers. They had not been in the valley for decades.

The woodcutter preemptively said, "These dolls are lost in the mountains, and I will let them come to stay at home for the night." Otherwise, the road on this mountain is so difficult to walk, isn't it in vain to see them go to death?"

The woman looked at the three of them with deep meaning, and then quickly lowered her head. It's like a village woman who can't deal with people, and she doesn't even have the guts to say hello. But she was quick on her hands and feet, and turned back to bring the freshly prepared meal to the table.

The meals were very simple, just some wild vegetables from the mountains, but one hare was very well roasted. The hare was burned red, and the aroma of meat was exuded. Ah Xiang is a child after all, just listen to a roar in his belly, it seems that he is extremely hungry.

The woodcutter laughed when he heard this, and said, "Come and eat, don't be polite." As he spoke, he sat down on the edge of the dining table. He was also polite, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and snorted and ate. The woman was even more silent, for there was no rule in the mountains that a woman should not serve at the table. So the woman sat in a small corner at the table, silently picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and also covered her head to pick up the rice.

Ah Xiang saw that they were eating happily, and thought to himself that they were not afraid of eating this meal themselves, maybe it was really not strange. He turned his head to look at Fang Zhongjin expectantly, and when he gave an order, he was going to eat honestly and unceremoniously.