The man with the strange face walked to the door. Without even looking at Han Guangping, he opened the wooden door and walked in with his pocket in hand.

From the smell, Han Guangping smelled that it was a pack of wolf jerky, which was what he had received in the morning. Thinking of the wolf jerky, Han Guangping couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Why did he send dried meat to this house? Are there people still living there?

In just a moment, the strange-faced man came back with his empty pockets, carefully closed the door, and then hurried back to his home with his head buried in his chest.

Han Guangping chased after him and walked side by side with him.[

"Why do the people in your village lock themselves in their homes and not come out?" Han Guangping asked curiously.

The man with the strange face suddenly stopped and looked straight at him, which made him feel scared.

"I just asked a question. Is it worth glaring at me like this?" Han Guangping said in his heart.

"Are you leaving today?" The strange-faced man asked instead of answering Han Guangping's words.

Do you want to issue an eviction order? Han Guangping thought to himself. In fact, there is no sense of security whether he goes or not. If he goes, the future is slim and he doesn’t know where he is going; if he doesn’t go, there are too many mysteries in this village: the unknown crawler last night, his head and face

The mysterious woman who was tightly wrapped, and these seemingly deserted houses actually had living people inside.

At this point, the only option was to choose the current interests. Han Guangping decided to stay here for the time being before he didn't know the direction he wanted to go. For the sake of safety, he wanted to know more about the situation in this village and the mysteries surrounding it.

"I'm lost. It's best to know which direction to go before setting off!" Han Guangping's answer was ambiguous.

"No one in this village can help you!" the man with the strange face said forcefully, "Let's do this. I will prepare dry food for you for two days. If you keep walking in one direction, I think you will get out."

"Are there wolves here?" Han Guangping asked in shock. He remembered what he had eaten for breakfast and the wolf jerky that the strange-faced man had given to the deserted house. There must be an abundance of things that could be used as staple food. He was alone here.

Spending the night in the wilderness is unimaginable.

"Yes. But as long as you don't mess with them, they won't take the initiative to hurt you."

Damn! How easy it is to put it! A hungry beast is unreasonable. Han Guangping was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat: Could it be that he is ugly in appearance and vicious in heart, and wants to kill me?

Then I thought again, it's impossible. If you want to harm me, you would have done it last night, so you don't have to worry about breakfast. But since you live here, how can you not understand the surrounding situation?

"How long have you lived here?" Han Guangping finally couldn't help himself and asked.

The man with the strange face looked at him for a few seconds. He suddenly sighed and sat down on a fallen tree trunk next to him. He took out his tobacco bag, filled it with dry leaves, lit it and started smoking.

Han Guangping saw that there was a door. As long as he could communicate, he could ask for things, so he sat down beside him.

On the left is a crumbling old wooden house, and on the right is a vast expanse of lush jungle. They sit in the center of a vast and old circle, as small as two floating boats.

The man with the strange face smoked two packs of cigarettes. After being silent for a while, he finally sighed and said, "I don't know either."

Dizzy! Han Guangping suddenly felt like he was being tricked, as if his suspicion just now was confirmed. However, it didn't look like him. "Let's see how he explains it?" Han Guangping thought to himself without making any response.

"My ancestors came here during the war. For more than a hundred years, we have been living here. Farming and hunting. Everything is self-sufficient and has lost all contact with the outside world. We are like a peach blossom garden.

Like those people. Hehe." The man with the strange face said and smiled a few times, but the smile was scarier than not laughing. Han Guangping quickly turned his face away from him. [

The man with the strange face may have sensed the other person's reaction. He spoke in a lower tone: "I know I look scary. Hey, I live in this jungle with no sense of time. I don't know how many years have passed. There is no way to record it.

Time is just trying to survive. But my survival over the years has proved a truth."

He paused and continued: "That is, life in Peach Blossom Land is not beautiful! On the contrary, it is cruel and ugly! Look at how scary I look. Let me tell you, I am still the most decent-looking person in the village.

Well. Due to inbreeding, there are absolutely no children in our village.

Most people have strange diseases. Some have black holes in their eyes, some have no noses, and white bones are exposed. Some arms are twisted into twists, with five fingers stuck together. They can't hold chopsticks and can only eat.

He ate it with his hands covered with carbuncles.

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"There are many disabled people here who need people to take care of them, and we all have a division of labor. You saw the house where I just delivered dry food. There was a man with no hands or feet. He looked like a rotten meat ball.

It will crack at any time. But we can't die. The mouth is cracked into a big hole. We can only smash the dried meat into powder when eating.

Then mix it with water and pour it directly into the throat. Not only can we not die, but our vitality is very tenacious. In this case, it is not a problem to live for three years, five years, ten years, or eight years. Just like a cockroach, the body is stepped on

My intestines burst, but I am still dragging my intestines to escape. But living like this is like suffering in a pan of oil!"

Han Guangping was dumbfounded when he heard this, and his head was buzzing: The eyes are holes, and the esophagus can be directly seen from the cracked mouth. The more he thought about it, the more he panicked, let alone looked at it.

The man with the weird face glanced at him and smiled like that, "I haven't talked to anyone for a long time. It feels so good! Come on, I'll prepare dry food for you. It's getting late.

It's time for you to hit the road." After saying that, he knocked the pipe on the tree trunk, stood up and left.

The eviction order was issued! Han Guangping was thrown off his feet and had to stand up.

Suddenly his vision went dark, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong, boy, are you feeling unwell?" The man with the strange face turned around, bent over and wiped his forehead. "It's so hot. You have a fever. I'll get you some medicine." He said and helped him.

He carried him to the west room.

Han Guangping was really sick: his forehead was hot, his whole body was sore, and his legs were like lead. He couldn't leave no matter what, so he lay on the bed with all his heart and let his fate dictate to him.

In a short time, the man with the strange face brought over half a bowl of medicinal soup. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine immediately filled the air.

"Maybe you caught a cold. Drink this medicine and cover your head to stop sweating." The man with the strange face said and handed the medicine bowl to Han Guangping's hand.

Even if it’s poison, I have to drink it. Wife, to lure you into the game, read the full text. Because there is no other choice. Han Guangping raised his neck and drank it "gudonggudong".

I don't know whether it was the effect of the medicine or the high fever, but Han Guangping fell asleep soon after. When he woke up, the sun was shining directly on the lattice and it was already noon.

Han Guangping felt a lot more relaxed. He touched his forehead with his hand and found that the fever was not gone at all. It seemed that the man with the strange face had good medical skills. When he thought about it, he felt regretful for his suspicion in the morning.

Han Guangping didn't go anywhere in the afternoon, just lying quietly in the west room. He knew that he was suffering from fatigue and a cold. He had to take a good rest and regain his strength as soon as possible so that he could go on the road. This was not the place for him to stay.

Dinner was eaten when the sun was about to set. The woman with a black headscarf on her head did not show up.

After a day of contact, Han Guangping developed a liking for the man with the strange face and started to talk more. He ate, drank, and saw a doctor here, and said a lot of grateful words. The man with the strange face seemed to be very excited too, and the two of them said something to each other.

They chatted for a while.

"Why don't you light up the lights here at night?" Han Guangping asked curiously.

"Save fuel." The man with the strange face said.

"Then why is there light in your eastmost room?"

The man with the strange face spoke for a long time, and then slowly said: "You must not go into that room."

"Why?" Han Guangping was surprised.[

"Because there are evil spirits."

Han Guang's hair was so big that he asked: The black shadow he saw clearly entered that room last night. Could it be the so-called evil spirit?

In order to change the subject, Han Guangping said hastily: "It seems that in this village, you and your wife are the only ones who are normal."

"Really? You've never seen her, how do you know she's normal?" the strange-faced man asked, his voice cold and emotionless.

"Oh, the way she looked this morning didn't look like she was sick."

He suddenly laughed, a bit desolately, "Let me tell you, the strangest patient in this village is actually my mother-in-law."

Han Guangping was a little surprised, feeling that he was joking: he saw her eyes were so light and clear in the morning, how could she have a strange disease.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, he continued: "Didn't you see that she wrapped her entire head with a black scarf? In fact, her entire face was rotten, leaving only a pair of eyes. The other parts can be seen clearly.

I can see all the white bones. Her arms and legs are also twisted into twists, and I have to help her twist them back to normal every day. If you don't believe it, I'll call her out and you can take a look."

Han Guangping waved his hands repeatedly: If he doesn’t have a face, then he’s a ghost. He’ll probably be frightened just by looking at her. I didn’t expect that woman to have such an appearance.

"Diseases like this won't be a problem when it comes to us." Han Guangping said: "Our little prodigy can cure all kinds of diseases. People who have died with a big hole in their head can be revived."

Come here and you won’t even get a scar.”

"Little prodigy? How old are you?" the strange-faced man asked curiously.

"She is fourteen years old this year. She is a little girl. The altar is dedicated to the 'God of the Sun'. Her mother is also very 'spirited' and can communicate with Grandpa Heaven..."

So, Han Guangping talked about Liangjiatun Village, how efficacious Liang Xiaole's altar was in removing demons and treating diseases, and reaching the place where the disease (devil) was; he talked about Hongyuan's parents' sacred cloth, sacred wheat, and sacred dumplings;

I visited nursing homes, orphanages and welfare homes, and talked about how more than 2,000 kilograms of grain can be produced per acre in a year...

Han Guangping tried his best to tell the strange-faced man one by one without any exaggeration. (To be continued) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote and vote monthly. Your support is mine.
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