"What are you looking at?" The old man turned around and growled: "Run!"
When I was stunned, the old man had already rushed out.
Run first!
I picked up the unburned torch from the ground, threw it towards the wolves, turned around and ran uphill.
The old man really didn't lie to me.
The muddy ground was slippery, so it was difficult for me to run, but the wolf was obviously more strenuous. I threw a few stones backwards from time to time, but I had no trouble running.
When we reached a slightly higher position, I had already thrown the wolves some distance away.
My mind is full of things about the first grade of junior high school, and I don’t want to stay here at all.
I was about to take a detour to find it, but found that my steps were weak and my body was shaking uncontrollably.
This is definitely not a good sign.
Please God, please do it.
I can be unlucky, but don't let all the unlucky things pile up together.
The old man came to my side and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." I held my forehead with one hand and muttered, "I must have caught the cold."
I can't think of any other explanation than this.
The old man sighed: "It rained heavily and I don't have anything in my stomach. How can I not get sick?"
I staggered a few times, and my consciousness was already a little unclear: "I lost something, I have to find it."
"You go away and don't worry about me."
I only knew that I was walking forward. The old man seemed to say something, but I didn't hear it clearly at all.
As I walked, I suddenly felt that the sky was brighter, the rain stopped, and the sun came out.
"Let's go, we're going down the mountain soon."
The old man's voice sounded behind me again, and I felt a little unsure.
"Aren't we separated?"
The old man shook the bamboo basket on his body: "No, are you confused by the fever?"
"Yesterday when we were at the top of the mountain, you had a high fever. You probably haven't recovered yet."
I thought about it carefully, and it seems that this is indeed the case, but this memory is a bit unclear.
"No, no."
I covered my head and waved my hands repeatedly: "I lost something, I have to find it."
"It's not lost, it was left with me."
The old man stretched out his hand, and the round pendant appeared in his palm: "Is it this?"
"You were lying on my lap yesterday and fell on me."
I just felt a little headache: "Thank you."
"You're going the wrong way." The old man grabbed my arm and said, "The way down the mountain is this way."
He led the way and I followed behind.
Finally, when we reached the foot of the mountain, the old man pointed to the restaurant in front of him: "Let's finish our hot soup before leaving."
I'm not sure if there are restaurants at the foot of the mountain, but I'm really cold and need something hot to warm me up.
In a daze, I had entered the house.
As soon as I sat down, the old man greeted the boss behind me. I wanted to lie down on the table and take a rest, so I swept down my arms.
Suddenly I discovered that this old man was actually barefoot!
The most important thing is that his feet are clean, not to mention wounds, not even a speck of dirt!
Although I am in a daze now, my basic consciousness is still there.
The mountain road is rugged and full of gravel. If you take a few steps on it with your bare feet, you will definitely be dripping with blood.
For a moment, there was only one thought in my mind: There was something wrong with this old man.
As this idea appeared, my mind suddenly felt like an earthquake, and it hurt so much that I wanted to cry out.
It seems that something is deliberately controlling me, so I don’t want to continue thinking about it.
At this moment, two bowls of hot wontons were served on the table, and the old man pushed the wontons in front of me.
"It will be warm after eating."
I raised my head with difficulty, and at a glance, the old man's hands were actually covered with white hair.
In an instant, the panic in my heart defeated the severe pain in my head.
I picked up the wonton bowl, splashed it hard on the old man, stood up and ran away.
He shouldn't be a ghost, otherwise the Qilin Talisman in my hand would react, but he might not be a good thing.
I aimed at the door and rushed out. I should have sold it with one kick, but I didn't expect to be bounced back.
The huge rebound force made me black-eyed, and the feeling of suffocation immediately came over me.
"hiss!"
I couldn't help but gasp, and when I opened my eyes, I found that the scenery in front of me had changed.
There is no Asahi Lang Lang and no Wonton House.
There is just a cold ground and a musty smell after getting damp.
I looked up and saw that the surrounding stone walls were rugged, the air was cold and damp, and I was alone in the entire space.
Where is this?
This question kept lingering in my mind, and for a while, I became even more confused.
