smuggler

Chapter 316 one hundred and eight
The man was facing me sideways, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly, but judging from his stooped body and the strength of the gouging, he was already quite old.

When I saw him for the first time, I was indeed taken aback, but when I regained my composure, my heart felt a lot more at ease. Anyway, I finally saw him.

The old man obviously saw me too, but after casting a glance, he looked back and continued to work on the matter in hand.

I approached cautiously: "Old man, what are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, the old man gave me a blank look: "Are you blind? What else can I do, of course it is to demolish the bridge!"

Being old and disrespectful is the first impression this old man gave me.

The old man didn't look at me from the beginning to the end, and his words were smelly and harsh. I said suspiciously: "It's a good bridge, why do you want to demolish it?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, this bridge is the only way to the village. If you tear it down, how will the villagers still come and go?"

"A good bridge?"

The old man snorted coldly: "You know a fart!"

"Excuse me……"

This time, the old man who demolished the bridge didn't stop me, but when he passed by, he shook his head and sighed: "It's the one hundred and eighth."

"Then take it apart slowly, I want to enter the village!" I didn't intend to continue entangled with him.

Standing at the entrance of the village, I saw people. What caught my eyes was a group of bare-chested men carrying things, with cigarettes in their mouths, talking vaguely to their fellow travelers.

"Enter the village? You can't go from here!" The old man sat down on the bridge, which shocked me immediately.

On the surface, the village is peaceful and there is nothing weird about it, but for some reason, I suddenly have a feeling of trepidation, and the feeling that something is wrong is getting stronger and stronger.

I pouted, the old man was slightly startled, looked me up and down and said, "Are you from a foreign country?"

Pockmarked face said to me in a low voice: "Our village has rules, outsiders are generally not allowed to enter, you come with me now, when you meet the village chief, you will say that you are a picker, you must remember clearly. "

This old man had the face on the left facing me before, and there was nothing surprising about it except that he could see some old spots, but when he presented the whole face in front of me, I just realized How horrific it was to discover.

That's right, a portrait!And judging from the posture and appearance, the ones carved on it are all girls!
To be exact, they are all young girls...

Pockmarked face looked back, and now his eyes became extraordinarily strange.

The old man saw that I was not talking, and his expression was obviously a little weird. He looked me up and down, and said calmly, "Are you here to pick up the goods?"

When he got close, he smiled awkwardly: "Hey, let's go!"

I didn't let go of the cloth bag, and looked at him with a smile: "I'll just take it."

I was confused, but quickly realized that this pockmarked face was talking about picking goods, it should be some kind of slang!
Thinking of the old man on the bridge, I asked, "Isn't the bridge the only way to the outside of the village? How could an old man want to tear down the bridge?"

"..."

Just at this moment, Mazilian came out from the dark grass behind with his pants up, and hurriedly walked towards this side.

"Also, if you want to leave the village alive, don't mention the nursing home when you go in, or you'll be dead."

I quickly took two steps back, and it was at this time that I really saw his appearance clearly, which made me tremble with fright again.

I thought that after the old man finished speaking, there would be more to come, but who knew that after scolding me, he didn't speak anymore, but continued to tap.

You looked suspicious, but nodded anyway.

After all, the nursing home in the deep mountains and old forests sounds strange.

"What are you doing in this village?" The old man looked surprised.

Not long after, a slightly hoarse voice came over, but with a slightly excited tone: "Are you the customer who came to our village to pick up goods?"

My heart is trembling now, so I quickly looked back: "I want to ask, why can't I pass over this bridge?"

I was stunned again, and looked around twice. The old man acted like he understood, sneered and stopped talking.

"There's no reason, if you can't, you can't!"

My cloth bag is full of exorcism items. Although they are not very valuable to others, they can also be used for self-defense at critical times.

But after seeing me, he stared straight at me and suddenly made no sound,
Looking inside, the women who were sewing clothes under the lights in the main room suddenly shrank when they saw me, and there was panic and resistance in their eyes.

But I didn't say much. After getting off the bridge, I just said to me: "You wait for me here, and I will talk to the village chief."

To our surprise, the size of the village is not small, let alone hundreds of households. Looking down from a high place, the chimneys of every household are filled with smoke.

Just when I passed the bridge, I found something unusual on the bridge. Looking carefully, I saw some patterns, and those patterns looked like carved portraits.

I looked up and saw a middle-aged man, he was dressed plainly, walked briskly, and was about to take the cloth bag in my hand with a smile: "I am the village head here, come on, the accommodation has been arranged for you , just follow me."

A bridge is not carved with animal patterns such as lions, but some young girls. This is rare in itself, which makes me feel a little suspicious.

He said coldly, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Because, the old man has no face on his right side!
To be exact, his right cheek is sunken!
And, if I'm not mistaken, his right eye is also blind!
Such a scene suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, which made me froze in place.

These words stopped me immediately, I couldn't just say that I came here to find a nursing home.

Not only is it lively, but there is also a weird atmosphere everywhere.

I originally imagined Niujiao Village to be eerie, but this small village in the mountains turned out to be unexpectedly lively.

The old man was not happy anymore, and said angrily.

After all, being defensive is a must.

"Okay, okay!" The village chief glanced at my cloth bag, smiled and nodded.

When I followed the village chief, I found that the villagers looked at me in different ways. Some people were envious, some were afraid and disgusted but did not dare to show it too obviously, and some looked at me like they were looking at prey.

I don't know if it's because of the cool wind in the mountains, but I feel a chill inexplicably.

The humming mountain wind sounds like someone is crying.

(End of this chapter)