Daomu Biji

They were piles of old wooden boxes, some of which had been opened, and inside were a large amount of straw, all of which had rotted and turned black. You can see piles of mortar shells inside, and all the oil paper that has been torn is completely rusted.

On the other side were several neatly placed mortars and shotguns.

It seems that this guy is the one who bombarded us.

"Many of them are useless." The guy said suddenly when he saw me looking around. His voice was very unclear, and he still couldn't tell the difference between male and female.

I turned to look at him, and he handed me a military porcelain cup with boiling water in it. I was surprised that he could actually talk. If he just made some weird noises, I would be able to accept it, but now he can actually make such easy-to-understand sounds. Later I realized that he was a human being after all, and it was very common for his body to be disabled but his voice to remain intact.

"You?..." I didn't know how to speak.

"Wu Sansheng, you are getting old too." He looked at me and seemed to be smiling, but any expression on his face looked very strange. "However, no matter how old you are, you always have the same look, unlike me. .”

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that I was wearing the mask of Third Uncle. What surprised me was that he could call Third Uncle by his name. So, this thing actually knew Third Uncle.

"you know me?"

"Well, it's been thirty years, you probably wouldn't have guessed that I'm still alive."

"You are?" I suddenly realized why he brought me here. If he knew his third uncle, he would definitely be surprised to see him suddenly in the wilderness.

I shook my head and got rid of these thoughts from the TV. Of course such a thing could not happen in real life. I felt that he had never thought about it when he saw me. Now he doesn’t know what to do. He just wants to be with me. I'm just catching up on old times.

But this guy had mortared us before. I'm not sure if he knew I was on the team at the time, but for the things this guy did without mercy, he wasn't someone who was afraid of hurting others. Killing someone must be a completely stress-free thing for him.

Then I can't be too relaxed, I know too little about him. If he and my third uncle had a grudge, and if he said something wrong, I would probably be killed. There was a bulge in his pants and I knew there had to be something there.

I pretended to think, and then looked slightly surprised. "Is it you?" I calmed my expression, "Why did you become like this?"

"Can't you guess?" He took a sip of water and suddenly asked, "Which side are you on now?"

What? What does it mean?

In my mind, I just wanted to slap myself in the mouth.

I suddenly felt "Alexander". This kind of conversation is too jumpy and contains too much information. Only people who have a very tacit understanding can continue the conversation. I have no idea what kind of questions he is asking. If it continues like this, I will definitely say it within three sentences. Revealed.

"On your side." I thought about it and decided that was the safest answer.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, he started to laugh strangely, "Wu Sansheng. Will you stand on my side? What happened outside? That made you become like this?"

I've given it my all, "Times have changed."

"Then you agree now. None of these things should be known to anyone in the world?"

"It shouldn't be." I said.

He said no more, and the atmosphere fell into a deep silence.

"I didn't kill them. They would have died anyway if they entered that building. Instead of dying in that monster building, it would be better to die happily in my hands. No more people can die in that building. If they die again, the thing will be full."

I looked at the pit and at the bonfire outside, only a few meters away. Aren't you worried about the corpse being left here to rot? It should at least be buried. This man is really crazy. Does he like to watch this corpse rot?

He kept his distance from me. Now the backlight turned into a ghost, and he repeated: "I'm full, and there's nothing anyone can do."

I didn't quite understand, and was about to ask more questions when I suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the bottom of the pit, as if there was something else at the bottom of the pit.

What? Could it be that there are some wild beasts here? These corpses are not rotten to the bone, but eaten to the bone?

The fire stick at the bottom of the pit became darker and darker, and several skulls rolled out of the darkness. "What's in there?" I asked.

Before I could finish asking, something rolled out of the darkness. I looked at it and couldn't help but feel speechless.

It turned out to be a fat man, his body was stripped naked, his hands and feet were tied very tightly, and his mouth was tied with cloth. He was rolling in the mud like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"Why is he here?"

"I saw him in the village. He was one of yours, so I didn't take action." The man said, "He was looking for you around here during the day."

"Quick, let him go." I said.

The man took out a small knife from his waist and threw it into the pit. The fat man immediately rolled over, turned around and grabbed the knife, then quickly cut the rope, tore off the cloth in his mouth, and shook the fat all over his body. He rushed up to the pit and said, "I'll kill you!"

After taking a few steps forward, the ghostly figure took out Fatty's Tinker Bell from behind and pointed it at Fatty. I immediately smoothed things over and said, "We are our own people."

"One of our own?" The fat man looked at me, "Third Master, don't you have too many contacts? Do you have business dealings with aliens?"

"It's a long story, it's a long story." I immediately slapped the fat man in the face.

The fat man was obviously very angry. No matter who he was, he would definitely feel uncomfortable if he was stripped naked and thrown into the mud. He cursed a dozen times in the mud before finally calming down, and shouted to the top: "You bitch, Fatty, where are my clothes?"

The ghost man walked back, found a few pieces of clothing in the mess, and threw them into the pit. The fat man climbed up, covered in mud, and pulled me and asked, "What's going on?"

I mouthed, "I don't know either, so don't ask."

The fat man scolded the ghost man: "Monster, I was walking well on the road. You sneak attack on me. If you dare, you can practice alone with me."

The ghost figure ignored him and asked me: "Since you are on my side, why are you here?"

I sat down, went through the whole story in my mind, and then told him a rough idea, saying that my nephew's friend was trapped in the Zhang family's ancient building and I had to save him.

"Are they those people? Are they related to you?" He lowered his head.

"Have you seen them?"

"One of them is a young man with a knife on his body." The ghost man said.

I nodded immediately, "Yes."

"They are already dead," the ghostly man said. "They have entered that building and are no longer in this world."

I glanced at the fat man who was rubbing mud. The fat man didn't listen at all and just cursed.

"Impossible." I said, "He has seen them before, they are still alive, and..."

"You don't believe it?" The ghost man took a sip of water, "You two come with me, and I'll show you the truth about this place." To be continued