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- At the turn of spring and summer, a quiet and peaceful small mountain village.
The originally clear and cloudless sky was shrouded in thick black clouds within a few breaths. Standing on the hillside behind Banshan Village and looking up, I could only see traces of purple electric light looming in the clouds. It roared up, making people unable to open their eyes.
"It's thundering, it's going to rain, hurry home and collect your clothes!"
In a relatively flat depression in the mountains, a black and thin boy wrapped his coarse clothes tightly, and hurried a small group of sheep to a distant village.
Behind him, there is a light yellow earth dog still having fun in circles, running to the distance from time to time to hunt birds and catch insects, having a great time.
Behind the dog, there were several young men and women of about the same age. Their physical strength seemed to be much weaker than that of the young men running ahead. After running for a certain distance, they began to gasp for breath, and were blown to pieces by the strong wind. Mouth full of dust.
The dark clouds are getting lower and lower, and the whistling mountain wind has already brought a heavy humidity.
After turning over a small slope, you can see the houses in the mountain village, and the big raindrops have already fallen from the sky. A group of children screamed and scattered, and ran towards their home, for fear of getting their clothes dirty. If it is dirty, it will be beaten up by adults again after returning home.
Anyway, his body has been drenched by more and more rain. The boy who ran the fastest before was not in a hurry in the last few tens of meters. He drove the flock of sheep outside the house back to the sheepfold made of stone, and then shut it up The door hid in the room where he lived.
Tick ??tock, tick tock
The dilapidated broken stone house was leaking everywhere. He looked at the bed that was already wet a little, rolled up the quilt and threw it to the half that was not leaking, turned around and went to the stove to start a fire.
This is the bad thing in the mountains, the temperature drops sharply when it rains, and now I am drenched all over, if I don't hurry up and turn on the fire to roast, I will get sick if I don't fix it.
The flames grew bigger and bigger, he took off his wet clothes and put them aside, wrapped himself in a sheepskin blanket and sat beside the fire.
Under the reflection of the warm orange-red flame, a slight smile appeared on his still immature face. Looking at the vast rain curtain that has been connected between the sky and the earth outside, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and he didn't know where he was after a while. where to go.
Suddenly, there were a few short dog barks outside the house.
The young man suddenly woke up from his daydream. He didn't even care about putting on his clothes. He reached out to pick up the boning knife on the stove and ran out the door.
The wind and rain outside are getting stronger.
There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and the continuous heavy rain almost completely blocked all his vision. He simply closed his eyes, and ran to the side of the sheepfold quickly by virtue of his feeling, bypassing the trap he had set up. He opened the trap, opened the circle door, stepped on the mud and stepped in.
The next moment, a howl that was a hundred times more miserable than the dog barking just now suddenly sounded in the sheepfold.
"My sheep!"
The dozen or so sheep in the sheep pen had all fallen to the ground and died, and the yellow soil dog picked up by the family was barking at the sky, and it didn't even realize it when it saw him coming.
Kachacha
A purple-red lightning as thick as a bucket cut through the clouds, followed by deafening thunder.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and half of the words he cursed were held back in his stomach. He clenched the somewhat damaged short knife and began to examine the causes of death of these sheep one by one.
After calming down a bit, he was suddenly a little scared, because the way a dozen sheep died was so weird, there was no wound on the sheep, and it didn't look like they were being bitten to death by wild beasts in the mountains.
Moreover, ferocious beasts usually hide deep in the mountains and forests, and almost never come out to move around mountain villages. So, what is going on?
"Could it be that the ghost story told by the old man in the village a few days ago happened to me?"
A gust of cold wind carried rain and brushed over the back of the neck, and the body that had just been warmed up by the fire became cold at this moment, as if there was a terrifying ghost hiding behind him and blowing.
What's more frightening is that this cold breath seems to be more and more obvious, and he has really felt the thrilling touch.
"Don't scare me. I heard that dogs can see ghosts before. It can't be true. I remember Lao Zhangtou said that you must never turn back when you encounter ghosts. There are bright lights on the top of the head and on each shoulder. It will be blown out, and if it loses its yang energy, it will no longer be the opponent of Li Gui, and it can only be slaughtered, and there will be no place to die!"
Not long after, several thoughts flashed through his mind, and even his legs felt a little weak.
theSuddenly, the big dog with khaki hair turned around and started barking behind him.
His liver and gallbladder were torn, and he let out a miserable howl. He didn't even dare to look back, and he jumped forward and fell into the mud pile at the corner of the sheepfold, with a stench all over his head and face.
But even so, he didn't even dare to move, until an old and weak voice sounded from above, pulling him back from the state of despair.
"You, you are, here is" The ambiguous old voice only spit out a few words, and only the unconscious gurgling sound in his throat remained.
Immediately afterwards, the tangy fragrance rushed straight into his nostrils.
Just smelling it, I feel more refreshed than taking ginseng supplement pills.
The young man tremblingly raised his head, and what caught his eyes was an old man with disheveled white hair and a haggard face, dressed in a black robe. Apart from a finger-thick blood hole on his forehead, there was still a huge wound more than a foot long between his chest and abdomen. Blood spewed out.
The old man covered his wound in vain with one hand, and pointed at the stunned young man lying in the muddy water a few steps away with the other trembling hand, his lips moved as he wanted to say something.
It was the first time I saw golden blood flowing out of a human body, and the young man almost forgot the fear just now, and also forgot the dead sheep around him. He just stared fixedly at the old man's lips. It can be distinguished that what he said may be one word-wine!
It's wine, it's rescue, it's nine! ?
Does he want to drink, or does he want me to save him, or is it just the number nine? What the hell does this mean?
The young man bit his lower lip tightly. The most critical question now is whether the old man is a human being, why the blood that flows out is golden in color, and it is so fragrant that it makes people want to rush up and take a few sips! ?
"Who are you and what are you doing at my house? I thought a wild wolf ran into my sheepfold. You saw it too. My sheep are all dead. When winter comes, I will starve to death."
He spoke incoherently, even he didn't know what he said.
The old man remained motionless in that posture, his eyes fell on the dirt dog, his expression froze suddenly, but his eyes became more and more cloudy and gloomy.
After a few breaths, another thunder exploded in the air.
The old man's raised arm hangs down feebly.
At the last moment, he struggled violently like a flash of light. At some point, a long sword with only half of it left appeared in his hand. The silver-white light illuminated the entire sheepfold. He gritted his teeth and said, "Listen, is it here?" Nine, in Nine secluded"
The black and thin boy stared blankly at what was happening in front of him, and muttered to himself, "Wine, wine and meat?"
"This old gentleman, until he died, was he talking about a meal of wine and meat?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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