After he locked the door, he turned around and looked at the dark Dazhuangzi without even a light. Yang Chengan, who was obviously only about ten and a half years old, sighed in a mature way.
"Did Mom and Dad go to bed early again today? Did Mom and Dad forget to light the lamp oil again because they were too tired?"
Yang Chengan patted the dust on his hands, and with the last dim light before dark, he walked towards the dark house.
In the empty yard, the sound of footsteps sounded crisp and empty.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
Yang Chengan shouted.
But no one in the dark room responded to him.
"Mom and dad, have you eaten?"
"I'm hungry."
"What are you eating at home today?"
In the empty and dark village, no one answered.
Yang Chengan seemed to have been used to such a scene for a long time. He dragged his lonely figure to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Yang Chengan walked into the dimly lit kitchen. He groped in the dark and brought a small bench. He stood on tiptoe on the small bench, carefully leaned on the stove with only a vague dark outline in it, and opened the lid of the pot.
Yang Chengan smiled happily.
As expected, there was dinner in the pot that his parents had specially reserved for him before going to bed.
Yang Chengan stood on the small bench, trying to stand up on tiptoes, with most of his body lying on the stove, so that he could reach the dinner in the pot.
However, dinner was cold.
The originally hot dinner has gone cold.
Yang Chengan sighed. It had been a long time since he had a hot meal with his parents. Every time he ate cold rice, he felt conflicted and aggrieved in his heart.
He held the bowl and squatted at the door of the kitchen, using the last faint light before the night, trying to finish today's dinner before it was completely dark and invisible.
only.
As soon as dinner was in the mouth, Yang Chengan frowned.
"Today's food is a bit rancid..."
But Yang Chengan still ate it with relish.
The last faint light before completely darkening vaguely revealed a bowl of cold, hard rice covered with colorful mold spots, with a few pieces of meat covered on top of the rice...
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"Little brother, it's strange to say that the little boy's voice was clearly still around the corner, but when we chased him here, he had disappeared."
"I don't know if this is a person or something?"
Shenjiabao, at a corner intersection, an old Taoist priest with a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, his trouser legs rolled up, and his robe still tied around his waist, stood at the intersection looking nondescript and wondered to Jin An.
"Little brother, it's already dark here. Searching blindly is not an option. I think it's better for us to find a place to hibernate quietly to calm down."
"If Capt. Feng and the others are really trapped in this fort, there will definitely be some news."
"It's better than looking around like a headless fly like now."
Jin An thought for a while and realized that what the old Taoist said was definitely true, so he randomly found a house to live in near the intersection.
"Little brother, why don't we choose the big village that looks more upscale?"
"As a veteran, I traveled around the five lakes and traveled north and south. I usually stayed in local temples and wild temples. I have never lived in Dazhuangzi in my life."
"Although this is the underworld of the dead, and the houses here are all hell houses, the meat of ant legs is also meat, and the netherworld house Dazhuangzi is also a house of hell."
The old Taoist priest pointed to Dazhuangzi, another dark and quiet house near the intersection, and did not hear any unusual movement.
"Dazhuangzi is too complicated for night vigils."
"In case of an unexpected accident, there is no way to save people in time or rush out in time."
Jin An glanced at the Dazhuangzi pointed by the old Taoist priest, then turned back and stopped looking any further.
"Old bastard, if you like to live in the shady house, don't worry, I will never stop you."
When the old Taoist priest heard what Jin An said, he smiled and shamelessly continued to follow Jin An.
Jin An went from house to house trying to open the door. After trying six or seven houses, he finally found a villager's house and locked the door.
It's night.
Deeper.
Jin An and the old Taoist priest checked around the house and found that there was no hidden danger, so they settled in.
However, in order to prevent it from being too eye-catching and causing any danger.
The two of them did not light a bonfire or candle in the house, but groped in the darkness.
Fortunately, after Jin An practiced martial arts, his internal organs were adjusted, and his vision was stronger than ordinary people. Even in the dark environment, he could still barely see the outlines of things around him.
The night is getting darker.
In the house where the two of them were hibernating quietly.
Xixisuosuo
In the darkness, there was a sound like the rubbing of something.
"Old bastard, what are you doing?"
"Hide in the dark and touch yourself all over. What are you touching?"
Jin An, who originally put the crossbar on his lap and was guarding the bedside while meditating and practicing at night, was disturbed by the old Taoist priest and was unable to meditate quietly. He opened his eyes and stared in the direction of the old Taoist priest in the darkness.
In the darkness, the old Taoist priest murmured: "Little brother, I always feel a little uneasy, so I want to take out the pen and cinnabar from the Tai Chi Bagua bag, and write some "Xingqi Golden Light" on the doors and windows of this house to ward off evil spirits.
Seal ", beware of being attacked by evil spirits at night..."
"But in the end, I discovered that my eyes were dark, just like a blind man crossing a river, with nowhere to write, so I was putting the pen and cinnabar back into the bag."
Afterwards, the room became quiet again.
But the old Taoist priest hasn't been quiet for long, click, click, click...
In the quiet room at night, there was a strange movement. It sounded sharp and harsh, like sharp nails scratching a hard object.
"Old bastard, what are you doing this time?"
In the darkness, Jin An opened his eyes again.
Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest shouted with an aggrieved face: "Little brother, it is really not me, the old Taoist, who made the noise this time. This sound... came from under the bed board under my buttocks, the old Taoist."
At this time, the expression on the old Taoist priest's face is as wonderful as it needs to be.
He was sitting on pins and needles, not daring to move his buttocks at all. He looked pitifully in the direction of Jin An for help, and almost said directly, "Little brother, there is something under my bed!"
Click...
Click...
The sound of fingernails scratching continued.
Jin An listened carefully this time.
The sound of fingernails scratching was indeed coming from under the bed where the old man was sitting on his butt.
"What?"
"Old magician, get out of the way!"
sulfuric acid!
Jin An pulled out a long knife, grasped the edge of the bed with his palm, and lifted up the wooden bed weighing several dozen kilograms with one arm. The muscles of the arm holding the knife were tense, and he could use the knife at any time to chop down anything that would rush out from under the bed...
The moment Jin An opened the bed, the strange sound of fingernails scratching under the bed disappeared, and there was nothing under the bed.
However!
Jin An saw a large number of yellow talismans to ward off evil, densely packed under the bed board.
The number is no less than twenty or thirty, and they almost cover the bed board!