Daomu Biji

It was piles of old wooden boxes. Several of them had been opened. Inside were big piles of straw, all of which had rotted and turned black. You could see piles of mortar shells inside. Anything that broke the oil paper was rusty.

On the other side, I could see several neatly arranged mortars and several shotguns.

It seems that this guy really blew us up.

"A lot of them are useless." The guy looked at me and said suddenly, his voice was very vague, and he still couldn't tell the difference between men and women.

I turned my head to look at him, and he handed me a military porcelain cup with boiled water inside. I was surprised that he could speak. If he just made some strange noises, I could still accept it, but now he can make such an easy-to-understand voice. Later, I realized that he was an individual after all. It was very common for him to be physically disabled and his throat was not bad.

"You ..." I don't know how to speak.

"Wu Sanxing, you are old too." He seemed to be smiling towards me, but any expression on his face seemed very strange. "However, no matter how old, there is always someone like him, not like me."

I froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that I was wearing the mask of my third uncle. What surprised me was that he could call the name of the third uncle, so to speak, this guy actually knew the third uncle.

"you know me?"

"Well, after thirty years, you probably can't think of me alive."

"Are you?" I suddenly realized why he brought me here. If he knew his uncle, he would be surprised when he suddenly saw him in the wilderness.

I stared at his face, it was conditioned reflex. I want to recognize who he is, but I am Wu Xie, there is no memory of the third uncle, and I soon realize that it is in vain.

"I didn't expect to meet you again in such a place." His pronunciation is very vague, with a strong dialect accent, but not the Guangxi dialect, I can't hear where this dialect comes from. "You certainly can't recognize me." His deformed hand flipped through the pile of debris on one side, and I saw his nails. The yellow nails were very thick.

This person is the one who robbed me in the dull oil bottle "Old House".

Is right.

He flipped for a while, took out a thing from the debris pile, and threw it to me. I barely caught it, and found it was a small thing folded from a thinned coin. I could n’t see what it was. Five-pointed star.

The old cent coins made of aluminum were placed on the railway, and the train was pressed into aluminum foil when pressed, which can be folded into various small things. When my dad took me to the train when he was young, he often pressed me a few. However, the cents were still very valuable at the time, and this kind of gameplay is generally only played by people with richer families.

He threw this thing to me. Does the third uncle see this thing, can think of who the other party is? It seems that the other party must have a close relationship with Sanshu.

My brain turned fast, and all the information put together a lot of stories in my mind. Who is this guy?

He knew the third uncle and participated in the archaeological team. Is he also a descendant of the older generation, the third uncle's peers? A scene appeared in my head: a young man participated in an archaeological team. After entering the mountain, he was hit by an institution and was rotted. Others thought he was dead, but he finally survived and was rescued by a young hunter in a nearby village, treated with herbal medicine, and then recovered, but became disabled. He lived in seclusion in the mountains, breathing heavily. In order to protect other people from such harm, he pretends to be a ghost in the mountains and scares many people away. But more and more bad guys attracted by the legend of treasure, the heirs of the archaeological team finally appeared. He monitored all the way, waiting for the opportunity to show his identity, and he was very contradictory, because he has become a monster now. While threatening the team on one side and trying to scare them away, he suddenly met a good friend XXX who grew up with him. Now they know each other and are ready to start to spit each other ...

What will happen next? He may persuade me that there is danger, and turn back to shore. If I obey, I will go back obediently. How is this possible? I definitely do n’t listen, then he may turn against me and finally kill me, or just watch me take a risk and let me die. If it is a more tragic ending, it is that he finally reluctantly became my guide, entered the Zhangjia ancient building with me, and finally died to save me. He would tell me before he died, you see I told you long ago. You must go out alive!

I shook my head and got rid of the thoughts that appeared in these TV shows. In real life, of course, such a thing cannot happen. I think he didn't even think of him when he saw me. Now he shouldn't know what to do, maybe he just wanted to tell me old.

But this man used to bomb us with mortars. I ’m not sure if he knew I was in the team. But in terms of these things that this person does mercilessly, he is not afraid of the person who hurts him. Killing someone must be a thing without psychological pressure for him.

Then I can't relax too much. I do n’t know much about him. In case he and my uncle already had a grudge, and now I have n’t said a word correctly, I will probably be killed. His pants were bulging, I know there must be a guy in it.

I pretended to think, and then made a slightly stunned expression: "Is it you?" I sink my own expression, "How can you be like this?"

"Can't you guess?" He took a sip of water and suddenly asked, "Which side are you on?"

what? What does it mean?

I just want to draw my mouth. I suddenly felt stressed. This kind of dialogue is too jumpy and contains too much information. Only people who are very tacit can continue the dialogue. I didn't know what question he was asking. If I go on like this, there will be three sentences.

"On your side." I thought for a while and thought it was the safest answer.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, he began to laugh strangely: "Wu Sanxing, will you stand on my side? What happened outside and made you look like this?"

I've already got rid of it at this time, and took a sip and said, "Times have changed."

"Then you agree now that all these things should not be known by people in the world?"

"No," I said.

He did not continue to speak, and the atmosphere fell into a deep silent look.

"What the **** happened to you then?" I asked tentatively.

I thought about this sentence for a long time, because from his attitude, Sanshu must not have participated in the activities here. This person became like this, it must be caused by entering the Zhangjia ancient building, then the third uncle might not know the details of what happened here, so in this way, it is safer for me to ask.

"They, gave up on me." He said, "They gave up on me, but they certainly did not expect that I could survive."

"You have been in this mountain for so many years?"

"Where else can I go?" He said.

I looked at the debris around him, there are many modern supplies, it is not necessarily that he stayed at that time. "I am very familiar with these mountains, and there is a village outside. I am not hungry here. And I still have these things." He pointed to his back. "When they were walking, in order to move the batch of broken bodies, I left everything here. I used a mortar as a trap and I could hit a lot of good things. "

"Have you never thought about going out to find us?"

"In this mountain, I am safe. I can't walk out of this village alive." He said, and he stood up, "You come with me."

He took a burning branch from the campfire and walked inside the cave. The cave is just over ten meters deep. When I walked to the bottom of the cave, I found a big crater with a diameter of three or four meters, and a strange smell greeted us.

He threw Zhiya into the pit, and the bottom of the pit lit up. I saw all the bones at the bottom of the pit were white bones. These bones turned yellow and mixed with the mud at the bottom of the pit. I don't know how many.

"These people are people who have been looking for that place for decades. They must not know that these people will die in my hands."

I was shocked: "You killed all these people?"

"Anyway, when they enter that building, they die too. Instead of dying in that demon building, it is better to die in my hands. There can't be any more dead people in that building. If they die, they will have enough to eat.

I looked at the pit, and then looked at the campfire outside. The distance between the two places was only a few meters. The body was thrown in this pit. Isn't it afraid of rotting and stinking? At least it should be buried. This man is really crazy. Does he like to watch the body rot?

He and I kept a certain distance, now backlit, he became a ghost again. He repeated the sentence: "Eat enough, no one can do anything."

I did n’t understand it. I was about to ask in detail, and suddenly I heard a strange sound from the bottom of the pit, as if there was something else at the bottom of the pit.

what? Is there any other beast that is raised there? These corpses did not rot into bones, but were eaten into bones?

The fire stick at the bottom of the pit became darker and darker, and several skulls rolled out of the dark place.

"What's inside?" I finally couldn't help asking.

Before I finished asking, the things in the darkness rolled out, and at a glance I couldn't help being dumbfounded.

It was actually a fat man, his body was stripped bare, his hands and feet were tied very tightly, his mouth was tied with cloth, and the whole was like a pig to be slaughtered, rolling in the mud.

"Why is he here?"

"I saw it in the village. He is yours, so I didn't do it." The humane, "He looked for you near here during the day."

"Quick, let him go." I said.

Ghost took a knife from his waist and threw it into the pit. The fat man rolled over immediately, grabbed the knife against his body, and then quickly cut the rope, ripped off the cloth in his mouth, and shook his fat. He rushed towards the pit: "Laozi slaughtered you!"

Just after the fat man rushed up, the ghost took out the fat little "Ding Dang Dong" from behind and pointed at the fat man. I immediately rounded the field: "I am myself, I am myself."

"Aren't you?" The fat man looked at me, "Sir, you have too many contacts, and do business with aliens?"

"It's a long story, it's a long story." I said immediately, and immediately applauded the fat man.

The fat man was obviously very angry. No matter who he was, he was stripped and thrown into the mud pool. He scolded a dozen times before he calmed down and shouted to the ghost: "You fucking, fat man, my clothes?"

Walked back to the ghost, found some clothes in the mess, and threw them to the fat man. The fat man grabbed me and asked, "What the **** is going on?"

I told him with the mouth shape: "I don't know, don't ask."

The fat man scolded the ghost: "Monster, his mother's old man walked well on the road, you my mother's sneak attack on me, there is a kind of you and my mother practicing alone."

Ignore him and ask me, "Since you are on my side, why are you here?"

I sat down and passed the whole story a little in my head, and then told him a rough idea, saying that my nephew's friend was trapped in the Zhangjia ancient building, and I had to rescue him.

"It's that group of people ... that group of people has something to do with you?" He looked down.

"Have you seen them?"

"One of them has a young man with a knife on his body." Ghost said. I nodded immediately: "Yes."

"They are dead." Ghost said, "They have entered the building and are no longer in this world."

I glanced at the fat man who was rubbing the mud. The fat man was not listening at all, just swearing.

"Impossible." I said, "He has seen them before, they are still alive, and ..."

"Don't you believe it?" Guiying took a sip of water, "You two come with me, I will show you the truth about this place."