Confused, he straightened his face and said, "If the thing I'm looking for is put here, it will only happen in the past six months. Have you been here or passed by in the past six months? Have you noticed? What changes have you come to this deserted village, such as wild grass and trees, or the direction of mountains and rivers?"
The scarred-faced man shook his head: "I really don't think so. After all, this place has become a barren village. We often spend time in other towns and rarely pass by here. It's a shame to say it. Qingming or Zhongyuan, we can always make it there. Wherever I go, I buy some paper money and burn it on the spot. The last time I came here, it was last winter, and there was no—”
"I remember it!" Before the scar-faced man said this, he was interrupted by the old man behind him, "Don't say it, it really exists! Class leader, you remember that every time we turned from the mountain road in front of us. When you got to the trail in front of the village, did you see the top of the mountain and the old tree canopy first?"
After her reminder, the scar-faced man was stunned for a moment, and said with a slap of the palm: "Oh yes! Thumb Mountain still has that old ginkgo tree! I said why when I entered the village just now, I thought it was a little strange. The hanging water is gone, the branches of the old ginkgo are bent badly, and the shape of the top of the Thumb Mountain is a bit strange.
He frowned again and looked at Xue Xian: "Didn't the ground move a while ago? After all, this place is leaning against the mountain, and it shakes up and down twice. It's normal to have such changes, can it be considered strange as you said? ?"
Hearing this, Xue Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Forget it, why not."
If nothing else, the ground movement might be related to his keel.
"Which mountain are you talking about Thumb Mountain?" Xuan Min asked.
The scarred-faced man was by the window and pointed south through the torn window paper: "Hey—see it, just that one, Thumb Mountain Thumb Mountain, as the name suggests, it looks like it."
Xuan Min nodded, and as soon as he turned around, he met Xue Xian's gaze.
"My own bones, I dig my own." This ancestor said.
Everyone in the room trembled: What is "one's own bones"? Which serious man's bones are buried in the ground to be dug? !
"Stop talking." Xuan Min said as he picked up the wooden branch that Xue Xian had drawn a circle, and neatly drew three lines on the ground, just right to draw the people in the room. In the three areas - Jiang Shining and the others, the beggars of unknown origin, and the troupe.
After drawing, he pointed at the scar-faced man and said, "You can stay within this line, and if you want to go out, you can walk out of the house on your own." After saying that, he nodded and pushed Xue Xian out of the house.
Outside the house, Xu Dashan was extremely enthusiastic. When he saw the two of them leaving the house, he thought they were about to leave Wen Village, and he suddenly started to tug at them.
Compared to Jiang Shining, Xue Xian is definitely not a soft-hearted person. If he is really cold, he is like a person without heart and lungs, and the rock cannot be moved. But most of the time, he doesn't care much. Whether he can be persuaded or not depends on his mood.
At this time, Xu Dashan didn't know what kind of heart he liked, or maybe he was in a good mood, and he actually gave birth to some "kindness and hardship", so he told Xu Dashan: "If you don't leave the village, just I borrowed your two-wheeler and looked around to see if it was returned, after all, you still have to return the car."
Hearing this, Xu Dashan felt more relieved, he smiled like a Maitreya, and said in a harmonious voice: "I don't need to return this two-wheeled car, it's white and dusty when I put it here, it can add something to the little brother. Xu could not be more pleased with these useful things. However, he must come back when he comes back, drink and drink, but an old friend of my troupe is going to be on the stage, so my little brother can't help but join us!"
Xue Xian looked serious in front of people. Apart from his casual tone, he was generally polite and well-mannered. But once they got out of Xu's house and entered the white fog in the deserted village, someone put all of this behind him—
He has a car!
He doesn't have to be embarrassed by being carried around, he can go wherever he wants!
Xue Xian held back his emotions and rushed towards Xuan Min who was pushing the cart with restraint: "I was just worried about the ignorant gang in the house, so I let you push it, now you can let go, it's just a two-wheeler. , I can still drive it."
Xuan Min glanced at him suspiciously, but in the end he let go. After all, he knew that Xue Xian was holding back hard, and he would be crazy if he controlled this evil like this.
A man who can drop his head off, can do anything when he is crazy.
However, as soon as Xuan Min released the handle on the back of the chair, he regretted it, because he had a real experience, what does it mean to "let go"—