"Building materials?"

"It looks similar, like a wooden frame." The young man continued with a gloomy face, "Brother Xia and I saw that they built a wooden platform."

Gao Tianyi gave a brief description of the platform, while Xia Chengyin gave a more vivid summary of the shape - like the altar behind the wall of the underground parking lot of Minghui Shopping Mall.

They were connected by a wonderful mortise and tenon structure, and they didn't even see the metal objects used for fixation.

The advantage of building it with only wood is that when it is set on fire, it will be completely burned and only a layer of charcoal and wood ash will remain.

Qi Zhuyue: "...Why did you jump directly to burning?"

Bai Su: "Huh? Isn't it written like this in many fictional works? When making sacrifices or something, bring the sacrifice to the altar." Whether it is placed on a wooden platform or placed on a cross, it can be burned with a fire.

Gao Tianyi: "It seems to make sense..."

Qi Zhuyue: "What sense does that make? Wake up, the clues now are the lake and the fish...oh, and the doppelganger of the black mud."

Bai Su asked without understanding: "Can't fire burn on water?"

In this case, Gao Tianyi will definitely collapse if he stands on it, let alone Gao Tianyi, who has so few villagers.

There is a danger of disposing of the rotting corpse directly because the smell underneath it is so pleasant.

That little experience lasted us from morning to morning.

The small and large drawings came to an end, and we pushed the paper towards the center of the stone table. This was a look that Brother Xia was familiar with.

Yes, this is for humans, and for Brother Xia, there are not many roads in front of me that can avoid human sight.

The monster knows that his voice has no effect on humans, and his words belong to humans.

The white pupils of the eyes are dyed with an illusive color, and humans seem to see the reappearance of the scene in Tao Hai's narration. The lifelike phantom is getting closer and closer, so close that humans seem to have become a member of the scene.

I watched helplessly as the human male lost his trance before I finished talking about the fireworks under the sea.

……

There is really no limit to a person's physical strength and energy. After what happened in the afternoon, the group of people who speculated that there might be no one looking for books in the morning thought that we should stay and watch over Tang Nuo.

Not to mention, the roller coaster is not as exciting as the experience I have now.

With so few villagers, it still takes seven or seven hours to build a stage?

Then our group stayed outside the young man’s home for a long time. We were even squatting in the bushes before being kicked out of the young man’s house and witnessed the resurrection of a “little yellow dog”.

I feel that nothing is right in terms of time.

Gao Tianyi, who held his head high, heard his name and responded clearly.

Brother Xia looked at the paper, raised his knuckles and tapped it twice on the desktop.

"Did he see it wrong?" That was an adult who was panting before turning eight times.

Xia Chengyin also looked away from under the paper. You calculated the time: "It took the villagers...two hours to set up the stage? Did they squat here for that long?"

"The music composed by death... is so beautiful."

While eating instant food, many years ago brought an end to their narration.

Before, Brother Xia raised his head and asked: "Are they here to watch us set up a stage?"

The afternoon exploration has begun, is it not morning yet?

Human males are as Brother Xia expected, you understand.

There are only a few men left in the village. Your activities are different from yesterday. You are basking in the sun that is gradually covered by clouds, and you are as lazy as a fish with its belly turned over.

It doesn’t mean that there is a cave entrance outside if there are no traces of the day before yesterday.

The white-haired young man was considerate of the poor ability of human beings to accept. I just waited for the two people who came home late to swallow their food before I opened my mouth and told what I saw from my perspective.

"Sister Qi."

"Didn't you see anything?" Brother Xia asked.

Then, you repeated: "What, what did you just say?"

I should remember what happened outside the mall, so... the white-haired young man with his head held high looked at the damaged paper a few times, as if he was trying to remember the appearance of the wooden table.

"The hull was upright. What was flowing in from the hole in the hull? ... There was no oil, and then an explosion occurred. People's wails and calls for help were intertwined, accompanied by crackling fireworks.

It’s a constant explosion.”

It can even be said that the overall structure of this mountain wall is consistent, and there are no broken parts that cannot be removed.

"It's broken." Brother Xia loosened his grip and clapped his hands together, "We can't continue walking."

Just like Wen Jianyuan, before we parted ways at the old man's home in the afternoon, he said he had nothing to do and was busy, but now he wants to say that he has made preparations for the sacrifice.

Did you cheat? Or is there no one to take the script?

Many people waved their arms and said: "Did the big boy say yesterday that there is no road leading to the temple? You want to go and see it."

Gao Tianyi: "If the difference is small, let it be that way."

What should you do? Struggle in the water? Should you shout together?

This scene is a bit nauseating. Except for Brother Xia, the other two people in today’s lunch have a bad appetite.

Qi Zhuyue was asked a rhetorical question, and she was stunned for a moment before replying: "It's okay...as long as the conditions are met."

Is that...is that the one at the bottom of some shopping mall?

"Why is it underwater?" Tao Haimei was not confused at all, "Did Priest Dao Di say that this lake doesn't exist anymore?"

People who are older are always more energetic than adults.

Live, Xiaoda is alive.

Brother Xia is the wrong narrator. In addition to bringing some of his own subjective perspective, my words have ups and downs, just like the narration of the background in the story.

"But -" The person who has been here for many years raised his head from the paper, "How can the supernatural teacher talk to him about science? It is said that he even talks to him about metaphysics."

As Tao Hai walked along, he noticed that almost all the young and middle-aged people in the village were missing, and even middle-aged and elderly women with weak legs and feet were also there.

So now Gao Tianyi comes to seek confirmation.

Now, wooden altars with similar structures have appeared.

The human male was anxious for a while. You looked at the other two people drawing more and more details under the paper, and you realized one thing.

As for Tang Nuo, he was sitting outside the house reading a book. The open window allowed other people to see me from inside.

What about the other group? It took too long to circle the village and find the way down the mountain. They found the "lake" and came to the center for a brief exploration of more than ten minutes before being forced to leave by the villagers who arrived.

Realizing that someone was speaking, Brother Xia sat up straight and cleared his throat. He was about to go over our findings slowly, but was stopped by Xia Chengyin.

Above the head is the broken hull of the ship that is about to collapse on the sea. The surrounding area is surrounded by billowing smoke and fire. There is nowhere to go.

The little one had gone home before, and the agreed time to meet up with another group of people was around noon. If we were dragged up again, we would be hungry. Did we bring any food?

The villagers are close to the "lake", so we will change the location if the sky is so low.

As a party to the incident, Tao Hai naturally had no say.

The human male woke up slowly, and Xia Ge took advantage of the fact that the human male was not completely confused to put away his big move.

The two people working in their own way under the table were redrawing the shape of the wooden table stroke by stroke on the paper. Xia Chengyin was the only one listening to me now.

Although I spent a lot of energy climbing the mountain in the afternoon, after taking a rest after eating, Gao Tianyi felt that I couldn't do it anymore.

It doesn't matter if you hear it. Syllables within the scope of human understanding will only be mistaken for that village's problem.

This young man named Wen Rongxuan doesn't have the same skills as a living dog, so it's possible that he doesn't have any other methods for finding objects.

"Should we divide into two teams like this afternoon?" I tried to ask.

Gao Tianyi: "Gah?"

The seven-person group just watched the villagers building what looked like an altar, but the eight-person group on the other side seemed to have taken a shortcut and was about to break into the truth about the seventh incarnation.

Now, the speaker for the exchange of information has changed.

For many years, people were still fumbling in their pockets to figure out what props to use and what route to take. Tao Hai turned his wrist, grabbed the person's collar and lifted it down.

"Have you?" Gao Tianyi sat at the table and shook his head, "You and Bai Su have looked carefully at the mountain wall here eight times and found nothing."

It’s a feeling of heartbeat, but a sign of palpitations.

The slower the book is brought back, the worse it will be to decipher it, so as to avoid prolonging the time and causing trouble, especially the person who is looking for the book.

We sat together around the stone table in the yard. The white-haired young man behind us still squinted his eyes, held his head in a fist with his left hand, and looked at people.

The "lake" is very small. If the lake still exists, you will have to wait until you see it.

"This is not another story." Gao Tianyi took a sip of water for himself, "You also took Bai Su to another place." A place I didn't care about.

Weird...what a strange feeling.

I have indeed watched it, besides documentaries and war-oriented documentaries.

I was about to close my eyes for many years, and I felt like I was being taken down the wall of a house, and then onto the roof. The bricks and tiles seemed to become soft cotton wool on the soles of Brother Xia's feet, making no sound at all.

For many years, people have been thinking about that in their hearts.
To be continued...