"Are those...fireworks?"
Li Mo squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the explosion. There was still a trace of black smoke in the sky over there, and under the warm morning sun, he could barely see a trace of fireworks scattering down.
"How come there are fireworks in a place like this?" Li Mo asked.
"Damn it!"
The ranger cursed loudly at the spot where the fireworks were rising.
Then the second explosion sounded in the air along with his curse, and the remaining sound echoed in the forest, refusing to disperse for a long time, like an evil spirit, although it disappeared, it was always lingering around the body.
The old man turned around and stamped his foot on the newly buried bonfire, causing the broken charcoal underneath to make a harsh crackling sound.
"Follow me."
The forest guard yelled this to Li Mo and ran towards the direction of the sound without even picking up his luggage.
He held on to the tree he was passing through and shuttled through the overgrown mountains. His movements were frighteningly agile and not at all what an old man should be. Before Li Mo even had time to call him, his back disappeared deep into the forest.
The old man's expression suddenly became serious, which clearly showed that the situation was very bad, and Li Mo couldn't care about that much anymore, so he followed him after crawling to the ground.
The sound of the explosion was not too far away from here. Li Mo remembered that there should be a plain over there. The terrain was very open and there were many flowers in bloom. After a rough judgment, the location should be at that place.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
When Li Mo arrived, the old man had already started to quarrel with others.
They were a few young guys. They had already set up a tent and set up a bonfire here. There were still a few spent fireworks falling on the ground nearby, and the remaining flames in the pipes scorched the ground.
It seemed that they were planning to camp here. Before they had time to wait until night, they couldn't wait to open a few fireworks and enjoy them first.
"What kind of stinky thing are you?!"
The person standing in front of the old man was a skinny boy. It seemed that he should be the leader of the group. There was inexplicable contempt in his words, as if he was the winner as a young man.
"No camping or making fire is allowed here, get out of here!"
This old man didn't have that much patience. He didn't explain anything to the boy at all, and just drove him away when he opened his mouth.
The old man's nickname as "Ghost General" is not for nothing. His sunken eye sockets and scars across his face would scare even soldiers who have been on the battlefield, let alone these children.
The leading boy showed timidity for a moment, but the corners of his mouth soon turned crooked, and he stood motionless in front of the old man with his hands on his hips.
"Old guy, what are your rules? What can you do if I don't leave?"
His self-confidence can probably only be attributed to the fact that he is too young and does not pay enough attention to his own life. At the end of the day, he still has some admiration for his courage as a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.
It's a pity that such courage is too humble in front of a real tiger.
The flesh on the old man's face kept trembling, and he pulled out the short knife directly from his waist. The sound of the blade sliding across the scabbard made people's skin crawl. In this kind of wilderness, no one cares how you enforce the law, so this old man never minds using this method.
Looking at the shining knife, the boy wailed and sat on the ground, as if he had been stabbed.
Most of the children who followed him did not dare to move, and stepped back step by step with livid faces, for fear that the next second the knife would be pointed at them.
"Get out of here now!"
"You, what do you want to do, old man!" It took the boy sitting on the ground a long time to react, and he dragged his butt back desperately, "Hey, over there, you are with him, right, stop him! "
The boy obviously set his sights on Li Mo behind the old man.
"Wouldn't it be nice to just obey and leave?"
Li Mo shrank his neck indifferently but pointed out the best way for the boy.
"Oh no, today is really unlucky!"
Li Mo's unkind words made the boy's teeth itch with anger. After he looked at the old man again, his expression became even more distorted.
The old man pretended to wave the knife. Upon seeing this, the boy hurriedly climbed up, cursing and directing his companions behind him, who had been reduced to wooden figures, to pack their luggage.
"I didn't expect your grimace to be quite effective at times like this." Li Mo said jokingly.
"snort."
The old man snorted softly and took away Li Mo's words. He didn't know whether he couldn't refute or didn't want to refute.
"But are there often people like this?"
Li Mo and the old man stood by like supervisors and watched the group of boys and girls pack up the newly set up camp.
"Not often, but they come several times every year." The old man gritted his teeth. "Where do they think this is? A park? Or their backyard? There are countless poisonous insects, snakes, and wild beasts here. They want to die. Give me another place."
"Hurry up!"
Li Mo urged loudly.
"Leave me alone!"
It was the leading young man who spoke again, but although his words were fierce, they had lost their previous courage. He was cursing while reluctantly cleaning up.
"It's really unlucky to meet two madmen in this kind of mountain. You don't even listen to me, you bastard! Climb for me, climb for me!"
The person he was talking to was a red-shelled turtle placed on the box. This thing was not an animal in the forest. It should be a pet they brought themselves.
The poor little guy was lying quietly on top of the box with his limbs curled up, unable to move no matter how much the boy fiddled with him.
The boy kept cursing incessantly. He seemed to be getting angrier as he spoke. His face was red and his eyes were wide with anger as he smoked a firework out of the pile of unfinished fireworks.
It was a very small firework that could hold a few trumpets in your hand.
He lit the fuse of the bonfire at hand and pointed the flame at the turtle: "I told you not to crawl, I told you to mind your own business." A typical scolding.
His actions caught Li Mo's attention, and his expression suddenly changed.
It's not because of the fireworks. The firepower of those fireworks is very small and can hardly cause a fire when it is full of dew in the morning. If there is danger, this experienced old man will stop it. Probably because he is afraid of forcing them again, they should Bro Guan Po Shuai started causing trouble, so the old man turned a blind eye and let him vent.
"You bastard! Stop it!"
Li Mo screamed at the young man, but the young man was not willing to listen to him.
"Old man, stop him! Quick!"
Li Mo pushed the old man, but the old man was also confused by his sudden change of expression. He was stunned and didn't know what to do.
Seeing that the old man didn't move, Li Mo didn't care about so many stumblings and ran over to try to snatch the fireworks from the boy's hand.
It's a pity that the fuse must have burned out several times faster than him. Fireworks spurted out from the mouth of the fire, blooming on the poor little turtle, and sparks bloomed one after another.
The next moment, the hissing sound of electricity suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, followed by an explosion, and huge waves of flames rose into the sky as if changing the color of the sky.
The strong heat wave blew Li Mo flying several times before falling to the ground.
"Damn it, is it too late!" Li Mo said angrily, beating the ground.
The smoke from the explosion filled the plain, like a layer of morning fog that refused to dissipate, and what appeared in the fog was a huge red shadow like a giant dragon, roaring into the sky, and the sound was deafening.
