Chapter 316: Yinshan Ancient Building · Legend of Shadow

The summer mountain wind blew past the lamp hanging in front of the house. The light bulb and the large number of insects around it swayed. The light and shadow were mottled. I thought I was wrong, but after the wind passed, where was the shadow.
I see this. At first, I didn't feel anything at first. Later, when I looked at it, my back got cold. Did someone in Agui's family hang himself?
Then, sitting up, holding back the feeling of trance, rubbed his eyes and looked carefully.
Look again, but the shadow disappeared, and the back of the window was dark, and there was nothing.
Is an illusion? I frowned hard, and asked Agui: "Who lives behind that room?"
Agui looked at it and said, "It's my son."
Oh, there was a flash in my head, but nothing flashed. I just felt dizzy again. I said that it must be that his son was looking over here. I drank too much, and the things I saw were abnormal.
It was too late, Agui looked at his house and said that he would go back to rest.
The fat man paid a thirty-thousand-word message fee. We greeted him and entered the house. The fat man was depressed when he entered the room: "I depend on it, just like this one or two sentences, this turtle son can even tell me off Three hundred dollars, the wisdom of the working people is really endless. "
I said who asked you to spend big money, showing wealth in the backcountry is the most non-fluent behavior. You and your mother still regret it.
The fat man whispered a few words, saying that I was a false Daoist and a hypocrite, and I didn't have the spirit to ignore him. Ordinary people do not fall asleep so easily at night in Guangxi. We slept a few nights a few nights ago, but after drinking tonight, people were quite confused and soon fell asleep. This sleep was safe and I didn't get up until 11 o'clock the next day. After eating the lunch that Agui prepared for us, we followed his daughter to the address given to us by Chu, and we arrived in less than ten minutes.
It was a very old high-rise wooden building with black tiles and yellow mud walls and only one floor. It looked a little smaller than other wooden buildings-it seems that the houses here are all like this-it seems that there is no Residents, mixed with other houses in the village, are very unremarkable.
Agui's daughter is very strange what we are doing here. We pretended to take pictures. The fat man gave her some money to pull her away. Seeing that there were no people around, we tried to climb in.
The wooden building was built on the hillside, with the mountain behind it, the windows were broken, the door was locked firmly, and the faded door painting was stuck on it.
"Is there an impression on this wooden building?" I asked the oil bottle.
He touched these wooden pillars and doors and shook his head. I sighed. At this time, the fat man had turned up the window on one side and beckoned to us: "Quick, here you can go in."
"So skilled, have you done it before?" I scolded.
"What kind of person are you fat man, do you understand by analogy? Tomb robbery and theft are just a word." The fat man said as he urged us.
We alone looked at the wind, sneaked in from the window, and closed the window. After I entered, my heart jumped wildly, and I felt extremely irritated. Even my pants were hooked, I was almost stunned. I said that stealing a living person is more stressful than stealing a dead person.
The wooden building is a bit dark, but the structure is very simple. I first saw a large dining room like Agui, which was connected to the stove, and there were many tools hanging on the wall, which were rusty.
"Brother, I really can't see that you are a farmer." The fat man picked up the on one side and said, "Hehe is at noon on the day, I am a hoe, you are at noon."
We ignored him and saw that there was a wooden wall on one side. Behind the wooden wall should be the room that Chu Ge said he found. There is only one room in this wooden building, which is definitely true.
There was no door, only a rather old curtain, the dust on it was blooming, the dull oil bottle frowned, looked around, he seemed a little hesitant, but after only a few seconds, he lifted the curtain and left Go in. I was also a little nervous. This person who seemed to be floating in the void finally found a place to stay, but he did n’t remember at all, and I did n’t know if God was playing with him, but I did n’t have time to think about it. The fat man pushed me Went in.
When I entered the room, there was a musty smell. The inside was very dark. I could not see anything clearly. I barely watched the fat man trying to open the window, but found that there was no window in the room.
Didn't expect this to happen. No one brought a flashlight. We could only hit the curtain for a while to let in the light from outside. In the dim light, you can see the room is very cramped, a circle of shelves is placed against the wall, we see some books and some boxes, the shelves are empty, and the ground is scattered with mud, except for these things, there is only one side left Plank bed and a wooden table. The desk is an old student desk. There is a thin layer of dust on everything.
The air in this mountain is very clean, so there is not much ash accumulation. If it is in a big city, I am afraid that the ash here can be shoveled to plant land. This also shows that no one has been here for a long time.
"This is your room?" I was a little surprised. Looking at this room, I felt a little too ordinary. Is this where the oil bottle lives? Shouldn't the room be a little weirder like someone like him?
But when I think about it, I ca n’t think of a specific weird method. He is also a person. He always sleeps on his bed, and he will never be a sleeping coffin. The clue cannot be written on the wall, it should be in these decorations.
We walked in. The fat man approached the cabinets and found that there was basically nothing, and said to himself: "I can't see that you are still a very poor farmer."
Although there are not many things in the room, they look rather messy. The boxes and books are not neatly arranged. It may have been turned over when Chu came. I picked up a book at hand, and found that the book tide is very powerful, it is an old version of the thread book. I flipped it over, and it was a little moldy inside. Strange in my heart, how could there be such a book?
The only thing that looks a little bit is the bed and the table. When I thought of this, I immediately walked towards the writing desk and went to find the photos that Brother Chu said. When I walked to the table, I saw the dusty glass on the table. I could see a lot of photos below. It seems that Chu did not lie to me.