Daomu Biji

It was piles of old wooden boxes, several of which had been opened, and inside was a lot of straw, which had rotted and blackened.You can see that there are piles of mortar shells inside. Anything that has broken the oil paper is completely rusty.

On the other side are a few neatly arranged mortars and shotguns.

It seems that this guy really hit us.

"A lot of them are useless." The guy looked at me and said suddenly.His voice is very vague, and he still can't distinguish between men and women.

I turned to look at him, and he handed me a military porcelain cup with boiling water in it.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 a person like me. . "

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that I was wearing the mask of the third uncle. To my surprise, he was able to call the name of the third uncle. Well, this thing actually knew the third uncle.

"you know me?"

"Well, for thirty years, you probably don't expect me to be alive."

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

I shook my head and shook off the thoughts that appeared on these TVs. Of course, such a thing cannot happen in real life. I think he did n’t even think of it when he saw me. Now he does n’t know what to do. I just tell the old.

However, this person used to bomb us with mortars. I ’m not sure if he knew I was in the team at that time, but he did n’t carelessly do these things. He was not a person who was afraid of hurting others. For him, there must be no psychological pressure at all.

Then I can't relax too much. I don't know much about him. In case he and my uncle already had a hatred, if a sentence is wrong, I might be killed.His pants were bulging, and I knew there must be a guy in it.

I pretended to think, then made a slightly stunned look."It's you?" I sank my expression, "How can you be like this?"

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

what?What does it mean?

I just want to draw my mouth.I suddenly felt "Alexander". This kind of dialogue is too jumpy and contains too much information. Only a very tacit understanding person can continue the dialogue. I don't know what kind of question he asked. Continue this way. , I can't say anything in three sentences.

"On your side." I thought about it and thought it was the safest answer.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, he began to laugh, "Wu Sanxing, will be on my side. What the hell is happening outside? Make you look like this?"

I ’ve made it out, "Times have changed."

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

"No," I said.

He didn't speak anymore, and the atmosphere fell into deep silence.

"I didn't kill them. Anyway, when they entered that building, they died too. Instead of dying in that demon building, it would be better to die in my hands. There can't be any more dead people in that building. If they die, they will be full.

I looked at the pit and looked at the campfire outside, but at a distance of a few meters, the body was thrown here, don't you worry about the rot?At least it should be buried, this man is really crazy, does he like to see this decayed body?

He kept a distance from me, and now the backlight turned into a ghost again, repeating the sentence: "Eat enough, no one can help."

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

what?Is there any beast still kept inside, these corpses are not rotten into bones, but eaten into bones?

The fire stick at the bottom of the pit became darker and darker, and several skulls rolled out of the darkness."What's inside?" I asked.

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 to the finish, his hands and feet were tied very tightly, and his mouth was tied with cloth, rolling like a pig to be slaughtered.

"Why is he here?"

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

"Quick, let him go," I said.

The man took a small 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 up to the pit: "Laozi slaughtered you!"

Only a few steps later, the ghost man took out the fat little tinker from behind and pointed at the fat man.I immediately rounded the field, "I am my own."

"Are you yourself?" The fat man looked at me. "Sir, you have too much communication. Do you have business dealings with aliens?"

"It's a long story, it's a long story." I immediately smacked the fat man.

The fat man was obviously very angry. No matter who he was, being thrown into the mud pool would definitely make him uncomfortable.He scolded more than a dozen times in the mud pool before he calmed down and shouted to him, "You're fucking, fat man, my clothes."

The ghost figure walked back, found some clothes in the pile of litter, and threw it into the pit. The fat man climbed up, covered in mud, and pulled me to ask: "What is going on?"

I said in the mouth: "I don't know, don't ask."

The fat man scolded the ghost man: "Monster, his mother-in-law is walking well on the road, you fucking attacked me, there is a kind of fucking you and I practice alone."

The ghost man ignored him and asked me, "Since you are on my side, why are you here?"

I sat down and passed the whole story 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 save him.

"It's that group of people. Are they related to you?" He looked down.

"Have you seen them?"

"One of them is a young man with a knife on his body." The ghost man said.

I nodded immediately, "Yes."

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

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

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

"Don't you believe it?" The ghost man drank. "You two come with me. I will show you the truth about this place."