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"Why do I have to smile so much for you to see?" "Let's go," I said, and hurried them off. I purposely quickened my pace so they could see if there was anyone behind me. However, there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, because neither of them reacted. But I did hear that laugh. Were we followed by those things because a single sentence from the glass made them laugh?

We stopped near the shop, which was on the north side of the road, next to the road. The door to the street was open, and it wasn't big, but it was filled with all sorts of things. People from the west side of the village usually came here to buy things. The light from the small window illuminated the road. The light from the bulb was not very powerful, so it was very dim. The sound of the television set was loud and annoying.

I think we should find a secluded place to stay and make sure that we can always see the shop. I looked around and saw that there was a haystack diagonally to the south of the road. It was about two men's height, and one end of it had been torn open. There was a lot of straw scattered on the ground, and the haystack was only about ten meters away from the stall. If you lie on the wheat straw, you will not be discovered, and you will also be able to see the situation in the shop.

So I turned around and was about to explain the situation when I realized that there was something black lying on top of the glass and on top of it, so that I couldn't quite make out what it was. I quickly rubbed my eyes and looked again. There was nothing. Something has happened. Could it be that my eyes were dry at night, making a visual error? Because I had invisible eyes, it was normal for my eyes to be dry at night. But I've never seen anything like this.

I still didn't dare say anything. I just pointed at the haystack and whispered, "You two just lie there and guard it. Remember not to sleep. Pay attention to what's happening around you." The reason they were not allowed to sleep was that there was a saying that once a person fell asleep, the three fires on their body would weaken and they would be easily struck.

"I'll go to the small shop on the east side to guard it!" I turned to leave, but was stopped by the glass. When I turned my head, he pointed a finger at my forehead, causing my whole body to tremble.

"What is it?" I asked.

He took back the glass handle, wiped his forehead and said, "It's the bottom of the pot. According to the movie, using the bottom of the pot on the forehead will prevent the yang energy from leaking out, so the target won't be exposed. Although I don't know if there are any grounds for it, I can give it a try. "

I ignored him, because this thing isn't reliable at all. The movies are all for fun, so how can it be real?

I had only taken two steps when I heard a whisper to the glass. "There's something behind Jiro. Did you see it?"

The voice was loud enough to be heard even when he lowered his voice, but I preferred not to hear it. Initially, he was still skeptical of the laughter from before, suspecting that he had heard wrongly. However, after hearing those words, he realized that it wasn't the case.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. "He's on fire …" The glass said it in a low voice, but the sound was much lower than the sound of a single thought, so I didn't hear the rest of it because of the distance.

I walked east along the road myself, and after about ten minutes or so I reached the small shop on the east side of the village, which was also on the north side of the road and next to it was a house. The walls of this courtyard were made of earth, including the four walls of the side room, which were also made of earth and were made of straw. It had been a long time since anyone had lived in this empty house, and the walls of the house had collapsed in several places as a result of the erosion of the rain. The back wall of the side room, the east wall of the yard, had also collapsed, revealing a V-shaped hole. Because of this hole, the roof was not evenly balanced, so the entire roof fell to the ground, meaning that the side room only had one frame, not even one frame, because the back wall was missing a piece. I could see the shop next door through the V-shaped gap, so I stood there with my back to the side, feeling very comfortable.

I took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it. I wasn't worried about being discovered because I was about a dozen meters from the shop. If someone came to buy something, all I had to do was put my hand over my cigarette and I wouldn't expose myself.

It was getting late, so I rested against the wall. As long as there were footsteps, I would raise my head and take a look.

After a while, a familiar figure appeared in my line of sight. Under the light of the peddler's shop, I could tell that this person was the Boss Sun that we met earlier.

What was he doing here? Are you here to buy something? That's not right, his home was much closer to the small shop in the west, why did he need to go around it? Boss Sun entered the house and came out soon after, with a bag in his hand. I guess he walked around here and suddenly he thought of something he wanted to buy, or something he wanted to buy. There wasn't anything in the shop on the west side, so he came here to buy something, so I didn't think too much about it and lay down again.

After an unknown period of time, the wind began to pick up. It was quite strong. It was autumn and the night wind was cold. I shivered and looked around. The lights of the shop were still on, almost swallowed by the darkness of the night. The house was filled with weeds, and the wind made rustling noises, as if there were many snakes swimming inside. The eaves were low, and the walls were made of stone, so they looked dark, and they were slicked with lime, but the plaster was much peeling off, and the colors that remained on them were dim. As a result, the entire mansion appeared dark in the night. The corners were submerged in the darkness, and other than the gusts of wind blowing past, everything else was very quiet.

At this moment, a "pa" sound rang out. Accompanied by this sound, the lights in the hall suddenly lit up. My heart skipped a beat. So there was someone living in this room? Who would be willing to live in such a desolate place? Two coughs came from the room, followed by the sound of a lighter. It sounded like an old-fashioned lighter. The lighter, wrapped in iron, was stuffed with cotton, kerosene, and stoppered. Then, he twisted the cotton into a strand and pulled it out of the hole in the ground in front of him. Next to it was a small pulley, and when he used his thumb to move the pulley, the pulley would rotate and rub against the flint underneath, causing a spark to ignite when it landed on the cotton. Due to the rapid consumption of flint, this type of lighter was very troublesome to pack. As a result, it was gradually eliminated and evolved into the current electronic ignition.

The people in the room hit the door a few times, but it didn't seem to hit. They sighed, and then the sound of footsteps could be heard. Soon, the door of the hall opened with a creak. A man with clothes on came out. A man, not very tall, who seemed to have seen me and moved over. I watched him get closer to me, and when I didn't move or say anything, the man came up to me and said, "Brother, do you have a fire? Can I borrow one?"

I took the lighter out of my pocket and handed it to him. He took it and lit it and took two long puffs, as if he had been smoking too hard and coughed twice. When he saw the smoke, he smiled and handed the lighter back to me. I took it and looked at the man with my eyes. His face was thin, his eyes sunken, and there was a large mole on his left eyelid. I suddenly realized that I had seen this person before, but I couldn't recall who it was. The person said thank you and turned around to go back. As he turned around, he said, "Be careful!" Then he went into the house without looking back, locked the door, and turned out the light. Everything returned to normal. The whole process was completely silent, as if nothing had happened at all.

I kept wondering who this man was, who had come so suddenly, and left so suddenly, without leaving a trace, and what he meant by being careful.

There was a mole on his left eyelid, and cold sweat broke out on his back. This person, isn't this person just a scout dog? I suddenly woke up and felt my heart tighten. I hurriedly looked around. This mansion seemed to be his as well. Dogman was in the Chicken Mountain when, because of the name collision, the boulder crushed him to death. In that case, what I saw just now was undoubtedly a ghost. Thinking of this, I jolted awake and hurriedly opened my eyes.

I was relieved to see that it had all been a dream. I looked into the living room and through the window, it was so dark that I couldn't see anything. The door was locked, and a gust of wind blew in, causing the iron rings on the lock to ring as if someone was shaking the door. I looked at the lighter in my hand. It felt hot, as if I'd just been used, as if I were my own body temperature.

I quickly turned my face away, not daring to look again, lest the door of the hall should actually creak open. The lights in the shop were still on. It looked like they hadn't closed yet. Then a figure came into my line of sight, and I rubbed my eyes and looked again. This person was none other than Captain Sun. As he walked towards the small shop, he muttered curses under his breath. I listened carefully, as if to say, "Amazing, it's gone."

Not long later, Boss Sun came out, still carrying the plastic bag with the bag. Not long after Sun Qixiang left, the light of the shop went off with a "Pa" sound. Although the light itself was not very bright, it meant that there were still people around. It could comfort people in the dark and thus not be afraid. But now that the lights were off, I felt as if I were alone in the darkness, and a surge of fear came over me.

Since the lights in the shop have all been turned off, it means that the business has stopped. Even now, Huang Xuanlong still hasn't appeared. It seems that we've taken a wrong step and don't know what's going on with the glass window. Thinking about this, I decided to take a look over there.

As I said earlier, I was at a V-shaped hole. This V-shaped hole was less than a meter away from the ground. If he were to jump down, his feet would have to go down first, because there were a lot of dirt and weeds on the ground. If he jumped down, he could easily twist his feet. But then something strange happened. My feet couldn't touch the ground, and I tried a few times, but the ground was right in front of my eyes. It seemed very close, but when I tried using my feet, the ground felt very far away, and I felt like I was sitting on the edge of a cliff.

What's going on? I couldn't help but be confused. From the time someone was laughing on my back to the incident with the dog just now to this matter again. Something seems to have been following us from the start, but I don't think Dogman was one of them, because he warned me when he left by fire. Now I knew that he was trying to get me to pay attention to these things. Just as I was thinking this, my forehead started to itch, and then I felt someone tug at my foot. Startled, I quickly pulled my foot back up and looked down, but there was nothing on the ground.

"Who?" I shouted!