Hearing the old man's door knock, Hua Muling was stunned and thought to herself: "What does the old man want to do? This white mist is so dangerous, does it mean that if he goes out at this time, he will die? This old man shouldn't be so stupid. That’s right?”
Thinking of this, Hua Muling quietly came to the window.
This house looks very ordinary, just the most common stone house in the countryside, but the windows and doors here have been sealed very carefully.
In particular, the windows of this room were not only completely sealed, but also a layer of dark paint was painted on the glass.
However, due to the passage of time, most of the paint on one piece of glass has peeled off, and it is possible to vaguely see what is happening outside.
Hua Muling poked her head out a little and cautiously looked outside, and saw the old man holding an extra-large candle.
The candle was pure white, and the old man held it in his hand as big as a child's arm.
But the strange thing is that the white mist didn't know whether it was afraid of fire or the smell of the candle, but it all flashed aside at the moment of contact.
Seeing this, Hua Muling couldn't help but raise a question mark in her heart. However, what made Hua Muling feel even more strange was that the old man was carrying a big sack on his body at this time.
The size of the sack was surprisingly large. It seemed to be over two meters long and no less than two or three barley meters wide.
What's more important is that the thing inside the sack occasionally moves once or twice, so no need to ask, it's definitely a living thing.
Who is Hua Muling? Although he is not old, he has a lot of experience in the world. At a glance, he guessed that the sack on the old man's shoulder was none other than Xiong Ming.
Seeing this, Hua Muling couldn't help but frown slightly, and thought to herself: "Why is this old man bringing Xiong Ming out now?"
As soon as this idea came to Hua Muling's mind, she saw the old man turning around and walking towards the room where he was sitting.
Although the old man is thin, he is very strong. With the weight of Xiong Ming, who weighs more than 200 kilograms, walking is not difficult at all.
As for the milk-like white mist, it seemed to have consciousness, and it flashed a path wherever the old man passed.
Hua Muling's heart tightened when she saw this, and she quickly turned around and lay down on the ground.
At this time, there was a sudden "click" from the originally closed door, and then, the door that was locked from the inside was opened by the old man from the outside.
The old man slowly opened the door a crack, but he did not step in. He just stood at the door and glanced into the fog, and said lightly: "Don't say it, the thing given by the old ghost named She is quite good. Well, in just a short time, these two little bastards fell here."
After confirming the situation in the house, the old man slowly closed the door, turned around, and walked out towards the northwest corner of the house.
Hua Muling pricked up her ears and listened carefully. After confirming that the old man had gone a certain distance, she got up from the ground.
Hua Muling moved to the window. Through the window, she vaguely saw the direction in which the old man was leaving. She thought to herself: "What can I do? When I entered the house just now, I faintly smelled the candle in the old guy's hand. It has a strange floral fragrance. The smell is not strong, but it is very aggressive. It seems that Bai Wu is afraid of that thing. But..."
Hua Muling was thinking about it while wandering around the room. When she thought of this, she suddenly kicked a cabinet by the wall.
This cabinet is not high, only a little higher than the knee. It is made of old wood, so there is no explanation. Due to weathering, many places of this cabinet are cracked.
Hua Muling's kick was so good that the whole cabinet fell apart with a crash.
As several pieces of wood fell to the ground, dozens of white candles as thick as arms rolled down to the ground.
Hua Muling was surprised and happy when she saw this. She hurriedly bent down to pick up one and put it on her nose and smelled it. Although it was not obvious, she was sure that the white candle here was not as long as the one in the old man's hand. , but the raw materials should be exactly the same.
After confirming this, Hua Muling felt confident.
After thinking for a while, Hua Muling had an idea in her mind. She needed to figure out what the old man wanted to do after playing for so long in the middle of the night. In the name of treating Xiong Ming's injuries, what did he want to do by putting him in a sack? And the person named She he just mentioned, is he related to the Gu sect?
There were so many questions that Hua Muling wanted to figure them out for a while. The only way was to follow them and take a look.
But at this time, I was still in a coma and couldn't wake up at all. In order to ensure my safety, Hua Muling lit twelve white candles and carefully placed them around me.
You may ask, where did a girl get fire in this unfamiliar place?
Regarding this question, I just want to say brother, Hua Muling doesn’t have it, don’t I? Don’t forget, young master, I can be considered a smoker. Although I lost all my cigarettes in the cellar before, I still kept the waterproof lighter hidden in my socks. This Hua Muling knows of.
So, in a word, although I am unconscious, my contribution is still indispensable.
After settling in my side, Hua Muling lit one herself, put the remaining four in her arms, rushed into the white mist with a sway, and chased the old man in the direction he left. past.
After walking into the white mist, Hua Muling discovered what the mist was. It was clearly countless bugs that were so small that it was difficult to distinguish them with the naked eye.
Hua Muling couldn't see exactly what these bugs looked like, but she was certain that the so-called white mist was a swarm of bugs.
Having said that, someone may ask again, since you can't see it, why are you so sure that the fog is made of insects?
If you ask that, then I can only answer you a little.
sound!
That's right! It's the sound!
Because from the moment Hua Muling walked into the mist, she could faintly hear a "buzzing" sound.
The frequency of this sound is extremely low, so low that it is difficult to detect it if you don't listen carefully.
And when you really listen to the sound carefully, you will easily find that the sound is none other than the unique resonance sound made by certain insects collectively flapping their wings.
"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."
Maybe people who haven't heard it don't feel anything special, but if you are someone who has experienced a locust plague, I think you should be able to understand the scalp-numbing feeling I'm talking about.
