Seven Evil Slips Chapter 74:

This question has troubled Yan Hongsha for a long time. I just love surfing the Internet. .

When she woke up the next morning, she grabbed Kiyo and asked, "Did you talk to me last night?"

Kiyo said he was absent-minded: "I don't know."

Don't know? Yan Hongsha murmured in her heart: Could it be that she was really dreaming? So a real dream?

However, this question was quickly left behind by her—she saw the bamboo hat that Zama gave them, and she liked it very much. She put it on and asked Muyo: "Do you think I look like you?" A chivalrous woman?"

Kiyo leaned against the door frame and ate dry bread, whispering: "Like."

The weather was not very good, there were rain stars floating in the air, sometimes big, sometimes small, Zama asked her to come in for dinner, but she refused to go, and ate the bread by herself.

Before departure, Zama came over with a bamboo basket. Both Mudai and Yan Hongsha carried luggage, and the bamboo basket was carried by the old man Yan. There was a saber in it and several torches wrapped with oiled cloth heads.

Zama told Mudai: "The road in the mountains is not easy to walk. Sometimes the thorns grow into a ball, and you have to cut the road to clear the way. If you drive at night, you need torches to light it-with fire, the beasts will avoid it." I'm following you."

Kiyo creepy: "There are still beasts?"

Zama said: "Of course, black bears, wolves, boa constrictors, there are no wild animals, how can hunters hunt?"

Zama gave them a ride, it was a winding dirt road up the mountain, the mud was muddy, and every step slipped, they picked up branches to make walking sticks, walked carefully, Yan Hongsha stopped carrying the shovel, and dragged backwards Walking, sighing step by step.

When Zama stopped, he emphasized to Kiyo again: "Oh, my mother is really not sure."

Kiyo's words made his eyes turn red, and he felt that it was annoying: I finally wanted to forget about it, so I came to remind her again.

Gritting her teeth, she took a few steps to keep up with old man Yan, and left Zama on the ground.

Zha Ma felt that it was boring, and looked up to see them struggling to climb the mountain. The three of them, all wearing flowered and bamboo hats, climbed high, like three small moving black dots.

Zha Ma jumped up suddenly: Hey! Why is he standing here in a daze? He had to pay Kiyo a hundred dollars for something important to do!

***

Into the forest, the rain seems to be heavy, one after another, Kiyo studied carefully, and found that sometimes it is not raining, but water accumulates on the leaves of the trees, tick tock, dripping endlessly day and night, sometimes large leaves When it tilted, the ground water splashed, and the flowered bamboo hat worn on the head was crooked.

Kido carried the big bag, and walked step by step, supporting the old man Yan, Yan Hongsha followed behind, dragging the shovel, complaining every few steps, and once cried, saying: "My God Well... I don't want to pick treasures in my life..."

She lifted her feet to show Kiyo, she was wearing low-cut hiking shoes, the mud was too deep, the mud poured in from the upper of the shoe, and the white socks seemed to be soaked in mud soup.

The old man Yan said coldly: "You think that picking treasures is easy. With the wind blowing and drinking a little wine, you just pick the treasures? You will get a lot of money?"

Look, you must have made the old man Yan angry, Kiyo quickly winked at Yan Hongsa, telling her to stop talking.

Yan Hongsha was dejected, and said after a while: "Grandpa, sit down and rest for a while."

The mountain road is really not easy to walk. Old Yan is old and tired faster than them, so he stopped for a rest.

As long as the old man Yan stops, he will wear a blindfold, making his eyes appear precious.

Kiyo found a place to sit down, took off her shoes first, twisted her socks off, and the dripping was muddy, she put the dirty socks back into the bun, changed to a pair of clean ones, wrapped them in a plastic bag again, and put them back together Put it back in your shoes.

Although there was a rustling sound when I walked, my feet finally felt more comfortable.

Yan Hongsha said: "Kido, you are really smart."

She imitated everything and put plastic bags on her feet. Kiyo picked up the saber and walked a few steps on the way back and forth. She chose a thick tree with a piece of skin peeled off. A vertical mark is engraved on it, representing 1.

After the engraving was finished, I stretched out my hand to stroke it, and blew the engraved crumbs again, thinking: Luo Ren must see it.

Starting again, he came across a thorny road not long after walking, and Kiyo swung his saber to open the way ahead, slashing left and right.

She felt that the preparations were not enough. If the old man Yan had said that the environment was so harsh, she would have prepared more equipment-but then thought about it, the soldiers came to cover the water and the soil, no rain boots, plastic bags are not the same Is it useful?

On the way, she thought of a strange trick again. After walking two steps, the saber slashed at the tree.

Yan Hongsha protested at first: "Kiyo, look at what you owe!"

But she fell silent after a while, because when she turned her head to look at the road, a row of freshly peeled off tree bark really looked like a natural road sign.

This is much easier and more obvious than lettering on a tree.

So I just stopped and walked, stopped and walked, and ate some dry food when I was hungry. I had no sense of time, and when I lifted my feet, it seemed to weigh more than ten catties.

When it was getting dark, Kiyo felt strange and asked Yan Hongsha: "Is it evening?"

Yan Hongsha took out her mobile phone to check the time, and said, "Yes, it's almost, it's almost night."

As soon as the phone was put back, behind a tree not far away, there was a black shadow that swished past. It might be a wolf.

Kiyo's scalp was numb, so he quickly took out a torch from his back basket and lit it. The flame head was floating in the rain, making the surroundings seem to be getting darker.

Yan Hongsha asked: "Grandpa, how long is it?"

Her voice trembled, not sure if there was a real echo or if she was afraid.

Old man Yan's eyes are not very good at night, so he said vaguely: "Come on, this road goes down the mountain. If you look down, is there a stockade?"

Kiyo opened his eyes to see: black rumble, nothing.

However, it is also understandable that there is no electricity in Qiju Village, and there must be no electricity here.

Old man Yan's words "soon" made her feel a lot of optimism in vain, and greeted Yan Hongsha: "Hurry up, if there is hot water at night, we can eat instant noodles."

After eating dry bread for a day, instant noodles are really attractive. Yan Hongsha supported the old man Yan with one hand, and dragged the shovel backwards with the other hand, and walked a few steps.

"Kiyo, we can also put poached eggs in instant noodles."

***

It seems that there is really a village, with a darker outline in the darkness, Kiyo handed the torch to Yan Hongsha, took out the flashlight and turned it on, and trotted down to open the way.

When we got to the flat ground, the flashlight shone around and then again.

This is a depression in the valley. There are only seven or eight rooms, most of which are thatched wooden houses. The roof has collapsed long ago. One room is made of stone. A wooden ladder leads to the second floor.

In the center of the depression, there is a well.

There was no sound, Kiyo shouted, "Is anyone there?"

Echoes came back from the surrounding mountains, giving her goosebumps.

Yan Hongsha helped Old Man Yan approach, looked around uneasily, and said, "Grandpa, no one lives here."

A gust of wind blew, and the trees on the mountain swayed around, as if someone was hiding in the depths of the dark forest. Kiyo clenched the saber in his hand, pointed to the stone house and said, "Either live there tonight, I will Go up and have a look first."

In fact, she was also afraid in her heart, but since she was a bodyguard, of course she could only bite the bullet.

***

Kiyo climbed up the wooden ladder, there are two rooms upstairs, one is the stove room, there is a cauldron for boiling water on the stove, dry branches and firewood are stacked against the wall, water tanks, copper basins and ladles are all available. The other is a bedroom, with several bed boards on the floor, with straw and animal skins on the bed boards.

Nothing unusual, Kiyo breathed a sigh of relief, and helped Yan Hongsha to help the old man Yan up.

Old man Yan said: "This stockade may be abandoned. This house should be reserved for hunters. Some hunters who go hunting in the mountains will stay here for one or two nights."

***

Although the place is simple, it is always good to have a place to rest, and Kiyo and Yan Hongsa quickly cheered up, thinking that it is interesting to have such an experience.

Yan Hongsha said: "It feels like living in the wild."

Both rooms have iron sockets for inserting torches. When the two torches are lit, the room is brightened immediately.

First boil a pot of hot water, have a delicious meal, then boil a pot of hot water, wash your feet, wash your clothes, and sleep beautifully.

Kiyo ordered Yan Hongsha to light a fire in the kitchen, and fetch water from the well by himself.

Going down the stairs, he went straight to the well. This is an old-fashioned well, and the rope was turned down with a well wheel. Kidai took the hanging bucket and threw it down the well.

There was a plop, as if there was water, but the direction of throwing it the first time was wrong, and it was so light to lift, Kiyo threw it a second time patiently, and waited until the bucket had eaten enough water before slowly going down lift up.

Bring it up, there is something dark in the middle of the bucket, as if something is floating.

Kiyo watched with a flashlight, took two steps back in shock, patted his chest after a while, and told himself it was nothing, it was just a doll.

The light of the flashlight shines in the bucket again, that is...

It was a Sweeping Lady sewn out of cloth. I don’t know how long it had been soaked in the water. Sawtooth with crooked lines.

***

At the same time, in the big house of Zhama's house, Cao Yanhua drank sweet potato porridge, gnawed on corn tortillas, stared wide-eyed, and listened to Zama finish telling the story of the female savage.

"Really... raped an old man in his fifties?"

Zama nodded and said: "Yes, when the people in the village heard the old man's screams, they gathered people, led the dogs, and went up the mountain with poles and sticks to have a look. Also dead."

Cao Yanhua's eyes straightened: "This is too heavy, why don't you find a young man, but an old man?"

Zama said: "No one usually walks that road. The old man came back with a load of goods. He took a shortcut. It's unlucky."

Cao Yanhua asked: "Then have you seen it with your own eyes?"

Zama shook his head honestly: "No, I just heard what others said."

Cao Yanhua clicked his tongue twice, turned to look at Wansan: "Brother Sansan, you are in danger."

13,000 jumped up as if being pricked by a needle: "Why me?"

Cao Yanhua laughed dryly: "My brother Luo is so powerful in fighting, so I should not be afraid of any savages. I am also studying hard now, and I have a little kung fu foundation. Only you..."

Cao Yanhua shook his head with emotion, his eyes were both sympathetic and gloating.

13,000 was furious: "The old man Yan is more dangerous than me, he is an old man!"

Luo Ren has been sitting on the side, listening to it is funny, but he doesn't take it seriously: "Okay, let's go to bed early, and go on the road tomorrow."

I also asked Zhama if there was any big oilcloth, because the mountain road is not easy, so it is better to sew the shoe shaft with oilcloth, tie it up, and use it as rain boots.

Do you have a shotgun? If there are hunters in the stockade, can you borrow one or buy it.

Knives are also needed, and everyone must be equipped with them. Torches are a must. There are wild animals in the mountains, and walking sticks must be sharpened.

Things need to be repacked, and unimportant things should be stored in Zama's house. Only bring the most necessary water, medicine, and dry food, and try to pack as lightly as possible.

After explaining, he got up and went back to the room, Zha Ma followed out, hesitating to speak.

Luo Ren was surprised: "Is there something wrong?"

Zama stammered: "That girl named Kiyo is your girlfriend?"

Luo Ren laughed: "Yes."

He joked with Zama: "What's the matter, have you taken a fancy to her?"

Zha Ma was taken aback and waved his hands wildly: "No no no no no."

Luo Ren laughed loudly: "I'm teasing you."

Zama rubbed his hands together, and continued to hesitate: "Last night, my mother showed her the marriage."

Luo Ren was taken aback.

Zama's grandma is a great marriage witch. They all knew about this from the conversation before, because tonight they are all men's guests.

Luo Ren felt that maybe the result of the calculation was not very good, otherwise, Zha Ma wouldn't talk to him so seriously.

Sure enough, when he heard the sentence "Aunt said she and you were not together in the end", Luo Ren's heart sank.

He said: "How can this be accurate."

Zama was very embarrassed and said: "Yes, yes, my mother is often inaccurate. But Kiyo was very sad, and she cried while talking."

Luo Ren's heart sank again, and he didn't know what to say. He paused and smiled and said, "My girlfriend loves to cry."

Zama pointed behind Luo Ren: "She just stood there and cried, and she ignored me no matter what I said. Later, I called her to eat in the morning, but she didn't eat. When I sent her off, she Don't talk to me either."

He rubbed his hands, not knowing how to apologize.

Luo Ren laughed and said, "Understood."

After Zha Ma left, Luo Ren turned around and looked at the position in front of him.

It turned out that she was standing here last night, wiping tears by herself, with a lonely little bag, and maybe she didn't sleep well at night. When she set off this morning, her eyes were probably swollen.

Luo Ren felt a little distressed.

Girlfriend, don't cry, how can you take what an old woman said seriously.

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