Because it is afternoon, the forest is not as humid as when we first arrived. However, people do not often come into this forest, and the branches are annoyingly tight. Underfoot, it can only accommodate one person.
Ruowu's paths are also crisscrossed like a series of Ruoyou's patterns. No one who has never been there knows where they lead.
The two people and I were chatting while we were walking. The conversation mainly focused on Xin'er. This brat didn't show up. He told all the things that happened to her sister in one breath, including when she ran away from home and what happened.
When did you fight with someone, when did you get your first boyfriend, and why did you break up later? Anyway, it was something like this. The brat didn't shy away from some private matters. Once he talked about it, he actually listened to it.
I am very happy.
If you don't tell me, you really don't know that Xin'er was also a troubled person when she was a child. Looking at the gentle and quiet person now, she never thought that she also had such a ridiculous past.
People are like this. They always have to experience some things before they can gradually mature. Some things, if you haven’t experienced them, you will never understand. I have deep feelings about this. As we chatted, I was dumbfounded.
Come.
When walking, my mind always wanders, which is a bad habit of mine, because when I stay alone quietly, I always think about something involuntarily, maybe about myself, maybe about myself.
For others, anyway, it is difficult for me to focus on some boring things for a long time. Because of this, I rarely drive by myself unless I have to, otherwise I will get a ticket or something.
It won't be very few.
Putting aside this trivial matter, a few people were walking through the forest, searching aimlessly for more than an hour. Suddenly, they were pulled by the arm of the fat guy who was teasing the kid. The fat guy looked at me.
, then he tilted his mouth and looked over, and saw an inconspicuous little shack lying there quietly on the hillside to our north.
The shack was very simple. From a distance, it looked like the small houses in the slums on TV, but it was smaller than that.
This is a small house built according to the terrain. It looks like someone built it by connecting four wooden sticks to four elm trees with iron wires. On the three sides and the ceiling of the shack, there are large corrugated roofs of about two square meters each.
No. 1 asbestos tiles, and some broken blue plastic boxes were used on the asbestos tiles.
It was wrapped with clothes and other things, and there were various ropes connected to it to restrain it. There were also things like stones and bricks fixed around it. Although it looked tattered, it looked like the kind of simple things common in the countryside.
It's the same as a dog's kennel, but with this small shed, it's not a problem to keep out the wind and rain.
"Is it here?" Xiaopang asked me, pointing to the door.
"It's possible." I said and nodded.
The three people walked up the path and climbed to a stone platform on the slope. Standing at the door, they discovered that the shed had indeed been leveled deliberately. There was no vegetation on the platform, and the small tent covered an area of about six to seven square meters.
On both sides of the shed door, there were piles of
There were many glass bottles, plastic products, and some broken newspapers, cardboard boxes, and the like. In the middle, a simple wooden door stood in front of us. A thick iron wire protruded from it, and a lock was hung next to it.
On top of a wooden pile.
"No one." Xiaopang said as he stepped forward and pulled the lock.
"Maybe I scared you away." The kid said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking around, and then said: "How about we go in and have a look? Anyway, this lock is not strong, and it will open as soon as you twist it.
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The kid said, turned to look at me, I thought about it, shook my head and said, "Forget it, the owner of the house is not here, it's not good for us to break in like this."
After saying this, I wanted to turn around and leave. Anyway, I found the place. Time is not a problem. We can come back at another time without getting the bad reputation of "breaking into private houses". As I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a thud.
It was a muffled sound, not loud, but I heard it clearly.
"What?" Xiaopang asked me after being slightly startled.
"Sounds so familiar." I said, and turned around, slowly walked forward and leaned against the door to listen, and then heard a "dong" sound, like something hitting the wooden box.
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"Is there anyone there?" I asked softly, standing at the door.
As soon as the words came out, there was no movement inside, and about five minutes passed without any response.
"There doesn't seem to be anyone." Xiaopang said, shaking his head.
"I can't say for sure, maybe they don't want us to disturb them." I said, and asked again, "Is there anyone there?" As I said that, I pushed the locked doors. I didn't want to push the door.
I opened it just to give a signal to the things inside, but I didn't expect that with this gentle push, the other side of the locked door could not bear the strength and suddenly flipped in.
In an instant, the door was crooked. Without the lock being moved, it was tilted in and out. This time, I was startled. I was wondering if I had gotten into trouble, but then I heard, what?
The thing hit the wooden board with a dull thud.
"Boss...Boss..." He pulled me twice with a look of astonishment on his face, and Xiaopang gestured for me to look in through the door where he was lying half-lying. I didn't understand what he meant.
He turned to one side and took a look. When he saw it, he was also shocked.
In this shack, there is a narrow single bed. It is said to be a bed, but it is not really a bed. It is a broken door panel set on two pieces of bricks, with a quilt spread on it. It looks like a bed. On that bed
Next to it is a very old desk, the kind with drawers that looks like a writing desk.
On the surface of the table, most of the yellow paint used for decoration has peeled off, accidentally exposing a lot of underlying wood. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that there is a shrine on the table, facing south and facing north.
, not the God of Wealth, not Mr. Guan, nor the founders of the Sanqing Taoist sects. What is placed there is a half-orc with six hands.
That thing was made of a black metal material. It looked like it had been burned by a fire. Although you couldn't see it clearly from a distance, you could vaguely see the thing that was posing crookedly.
I seem to have encountered it somewhere, I frowned and thought for a while
After a while, I couldn't help but become vigilant. Although the statue inside was definitely not the "Blood Evil Tathagata" I had seen before, the way the details were processed from shape to style were all the same as the one I saw in the small hut.