Longing for shooting scene.

The more Teacher Huang talked with Xiaoke, the more I felt that Xiaoke was very sensible.

But Xiao Ke's experience is also extremely regretful.

Especially when Xiaoke said that he didn't know whether his mother was still there.

Both the staff present and the audience in front of the screen were sighing.

I was abandoned by my father and I don’t know who my biological mother is.

Such a girl has a smile on her face.

How thoughtful should I be?

Or, how strong and optimistic are you?

Teacher Huang is unwilling to spend too much on Xiaoke's life experience.

His purpose is to make Xiaoke happy.

So he changed the topic and led the chat content to this courtyard.

"Xiao Ke, was this house built by your father?"

The reason why Teacher Huang asked this is because although this ancient house is of old style.

However, there are obvious traces of modern architectural craftsmanship, at least they have been renovated.

Xiaoke shook his head: "I don't know, my dad said this is our ancestral home."

Ancestral home?

"Xiao Ke's ancestors should be a big family, right?"

"Yes, how much money is this bastard Yue Yang? He can only leave his daughter in his ancestral house!"

"Is it more important for a house than a child? If you sell this ancestral house, you can take Xiaoke to the city to live?"

"Hey, who said no? I want to say that Yue Yang is a beast who wants to remarry and is disgusting his daughter with a burden."

"That's really not human!"

Although Teacher Huang started to talk about it, the audience never showed any mercy.

No matter what topic I talk about, I can always talk about Yue Yang.

Fortunately, Xiaoke doesn't know how to surf the Internet and can't see the barrage.

On the contrary, it was a good thing for her.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xiaoke still loves his father.

Every time she mentions her father, she is proud of her.

"A ancestral house... does there be a kitchen in that house? Uncle is ready to cook."

Teacher Huang thought for a moment and asked.

"No, but there is a earth stove, can it be used?"

Xiaoke pointed to a simple earth stove in the backyard.

Teacher Huang took Xiaoke over and patted the stove.

Although this earth stove was simply made of bricks and a little soil was tamped.

But the earth is rammed very strongly, and the overall is very strong and durable.

"You can use it! Yixing, go and bring the pot, I will cook the rice first."

Teacher Huang nodded with satisfaction and shouted to Yixing.

"Okay!"

I answered with emotion.

I wanted to find the program team to ask for cooking utensils, but I was told that the cooking utensils were in the shooting venue I prepared before.

Now the program team only has pure water and some basic condiments.

"Sister Xiaoke, do you have a pot at home?"

Yixing had no choice but to ask Xiaoke for help.

"Of course there is, right behind that room, next to the rice jar next to the iron pot."

Xiaoke pointed to the first room near the gate and said.

She obviously heard what the program team said.

When Yixing heard this, he immediately rushed to Xiaoke's house with joy.

However, just the moment he excitedly pushed the door and walked in.

"ah……"

He almost felt like he was electrocuted and "bounced" out of the house like a conditioned reflex.

After rushing out of the room, he was still in shock, gasping heavily, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"What's wrong? I was shocked?"

Teacher Huang walked over angrily and amusedly and asked.

"Master, there is a ghost!"

Yixing said in horror.

"What a fool, it's in broad daylight, where does the ghost come from!"

Teacher Huang disagreed and took pictures of Yixing.

Immediately, he walked into the house.

And just as he walked to the door, a cold breath swept across his body.

The house is completely dark, but with the help of the light outside, you can see the scene inside.

There are two rows of agaric stomach on the left and right sides of the house!

The stomach of the arbor was hung on a human-shaped wooden shelf.

At first glance, it was like there were really two rows of soldiers standing here.

After watching for a moment, I felt like I could feel a gaze coming out of the black helmet.

ghost!

No wonder Yixing had this illusion.

Even Teacher Huang couldn't help swallowing nervously.

This solemn atmosphere made him feel as if he had walked into the battlefield.

"Oh my God, this...is this a weapon museum?"

"Xiao Ke said this is her ancestral home...what does her family do?"

"Why did I suddenly feel a little cold?"

"Wait, see, is there any blood on the stomach of the aurichis?"

"No, don't scare me..."

Teacher Huang was shocked by the atmosphere.

But the audience in the live broadcast room will not feel such a strong sense of oppression.

They noticed the details on the aura even faster.

These auricles are almost all damaged.

Some have several knife marks on their stomachs.

Some are directly penetrated.

But without exception, there are faint blood stains on the stomach of the aurichi.

Moreover, the blood stains on the damaged area are far less than other complete nail pieces!

Teacher Huang also noticed this detail next.

A grand and sad scene suddenly appeared in front of him.

The battlefield under the setting sun, the horse's corpse is wrapped in horses!

The soldiers who won the victory had no joy on their faces.

They solemnly took off the armor of the fallen soldiers and prepared to send them back to their hometown.

After all, the corpse will rot.

A stomach won't!
To be continued...