Suddenly it looked as if there was nothing on the ground that the fool was pointing at, but after gently wiping off a layer of dust on the ground, I saw a footprint.
This footprint is a bit conspicuous because it is bloody, and there is a thin circle of dried mud around it.
This is obviously a personal footprint, and it was left barefoot. If it was just an ordinary footprint, it wouldn’t matter. The key is that the footprint was stained with blood, and I immediately turned my head and looked at the one behind me. A pile of bloody mud pits.
The person who left the footprints has once been in this pit, but now he can't tell the difference. The other party accidentally fell down and climbed up again, or deliberately went down.
I immediately searched again near the footprints, and after gently sweeping the dust, the footprints became continuous.
After the footprints were found by me, I had a rough outline based on the direction of the footprints. Someone must have climbed up from the small hole below, and then walked along the road leading to the courtyard gate.
However, when I searched again, I found that such footprints were very messy, and some walked from the inside to the outside, and some walked from the outside to the inside. This shows that people have been in and out of here very frequently.
It must have been some days since this small village was destroyed, but some of the footprints on the ground are still relatively new, and the time will not be long.
Who has been in and out of here, and for what purpose
I was thinking about it. Suddenly, a stern wolf howl came from not far away. This sound was not far from here, and it came very quickly. In a blink of an eye, it was almost ten feet away from the yard. .
I don't know what this wolf howl means, just in case, I hurriedly pulled the fool back to the back. There is hay everywhere in the yard, and there is a lot of blood stained on it, hidden in it, it should not be exposed.
"Don't make any noise, if you make a noise, the wolf will drag you away!" I whispered to the idiot before hiding in the haystack.
The fool should also be very scared. After hiding in the haystack, he did not dare to say a word. The two of us just hid, and the howl of a wolf had reached the gate of the courtyard.
Immediately, I saw a large wolf. At that time, wolves were very common in the river beach. Some villages near the mountain were often troubled by wolves, let alone in such deep mountains.
The wolf was very big and had a fat body. When it rushed into the yard, it was followed by a little wolf.
The wolf walked to the hole that had been smashed away, glanced left and right, suddenly stretched his neck, grabbed the little wolf into his mouth, leaped, and jumped directly to the bottom of the pit.
As soon as its teeth were applied, it bit the coyote's neck and blood flowed. The coyote didn't expect to be bitten suddenly. In panic, he wanted to struggle, but was held tightly by the wolf.
Half of the little wolf's body was pressed against the small pit with blood and mud, and the wound on the little wolf's neck was bleeding continuously, drop by drop of blood, all flowed to the bottom of the pit.
I was hiding in the hay, watching this scene, and I was surprised. But he didn't dare to move, just watched.
I guessed that this little wolf was the cub of the big wolf. The little wolf was bitten, and the blood was flowing continuously, and he was constantly wailing and struggling. There seemed to be endless reluctance in the eyes of the big wolf, but he never let go of his claws.
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In the end, the little wolf lost too much blood, panicked, and fainted. Only then did the big wolf grab the little wolf, and the two hind legs suddenly exerted force and climbed up from below.
Climbing out of the hole, the wolf did not stop, and left with the little wolf in its mouth. It wasn't until it left the yard for a long time that I lifted the hay and climbed out.
I don't understand some things, but some things are right in front of me. In this small pit, blood seems to be continuously injected into it. There are not enough people. Even the wild beasts in the mountains come here to let their blood.
I just don't think it's a good place here. I just wanted to bring a fool to find a house, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing. I have always been reluctant to cause trouble, especially at this juncture, but the matter is related to the universe, so I have to pay attention to it.
I plan to hide here for a while, hiding in the dark to see if anyone will come over.
I held the fool's arm with one hand, fearing that he would run away suddenly, and then I looked for a suitable hiding place in the yard.
The yard is very large. In addition to the sundries, there are several houses with wood sheds outside the main house. I found a room for stacking unused items. From the windows of the house, it happened to be visible. The scene in the cave.
At this time, the night is already deep, and I look at the sky, and I guess it's almost mid-hours. The fool never eats or sleeps, his head is drooping, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.
"Come on, it's okay now, let's eat some dry food." I took another dry food for the fool. Although he often runs away and is supernatural, I am not bored. On the contrary, I sympathize with him.
I deeply know how it feels for a child to lose his father. No matter how old the child grows, he will always be a child in front of his father.
Death means that from now on, heaven and man will be separated forever, and there will be no chance to meet again. Especially for a person like a fool, without the care of his parents, he doesn't even have the capital to survive.
"Are there anyone in your house besides your father?" I watched the fool slowly eating dry food, and asked him next to him: "Where's your mother? What about uncles?"
The idiot ate the dry food dumbly. Without answering my words, I sighed. Having tried so many times, I still didn't give up. Knowing that I told him it was all for nothing, but I still wanted to ask him.
After running around for so many days, the fool might be really sleepy. When he finished eating the dry food, he curled his neck and leaned against the corner to take a nap. I was also sleepy, but first the weather began to revolve in my body, and my spirit was refreshed, and I kept watching from outside the window.
At this time, when Yomo had arrived, I stared at that side, my staring eyes were astringent. Just about to move, the fool who was shrinking in the corner suddenly said, "Er Maozi is here."
"Who?" I hurriedly shrank my head and glanced out of the window, but I didn't see anything.
The fool still cherishes words like gold, lowered his head and said a word, and stopped speaking. I pondered what he said, and I think Ermaozi must be a person.
Ermaozi is a collective nickname in our river beach countryside. In the early Qing Dynasty, foreign missionaries came here and built churches everywhere to let the locals teach.
At that time, the common people were honest, the foreign churches run by foreigners, most people would not participate, only the rogues,
In order to take advantage of foreigners, the idlers in the market will get in. The common people call foreigners Yangmaozi, and these local rogues are called Ermaozi.
Later, the foreigners were driven away, but the name Ermaozi has been retained, describing some local rascals who are idle.
This time, although I didn't see anything, I stopped asking the fool. It was useless. I looked out the window carefully. No matter who came, I stayed here and I could definitely see it.
After about half a moment, from outside the courtyard gate, someone sprang to his head. I squinted and saw that the man was about thirty-six or seventeen years old. He glanced sneakily outside the courtyard for a while, and then crept in.
This person must be the Ermaozi that the idiot said, and I feel particularly surprised. Why does the idiot always know something in advance? No matter what was going to happen, or someone was approaching, he seemed to be able to perceive it.
I turned my head to look at the fool again, he didn't know when he raised his head, with a pair of confused eyes open, he was looking at the door of the hut.
Although the Er Maozi came suddenly, I looked at it and found it to be nothing terrible. He was just an ordinary person and didn't even have a bit of effort.
Er Maozi slipped into the yard without paying attention to the pit in the corner of the yard. His eyes were sneaky, staring at a few rooms.
"Is there anyone? Second Uncle, are you at home?" Er Maozi stared for a while, and asked tentatively. There were no other people in the yard except me and the idiot, and his shouting would definitely not get a response.
Er Maozi yelled a few times and saw that there was no one in the yard. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and went to the next room. After that, there was a sound of turning over boxes and cabinets.
I seem to understand a little bit. This Ermaozi must be a idle master. It is estimated that he hasn't been here for a long time. I don't know what happened in the village. When I came here this time, I found that every household in the village was empty. .
If an honest person encounters such a thing, he will definitely be confused, or will leave, and ask someone to take care of it. But Er Maozi felt that this was a golden opportunity. There was no one in every household. He could ruin the cabinets as he pleased and gather all the valuables at home.
Er Maozi cleaned up the houses next to him, but the fool might have been poor at home and had no valuables. Er Maozi didn't give up, wandering around, slowly wandering to the hut where the fool and I were hiding.
In ordinary farmyards, most of these huts are used to store sundries and firewood. Ermaozi must also know this, but he wandered around to the door of the hut and walked in with the idea that he could not miss a house.
"The house is really poor! Bad luck!" As soon as Er Maozi entered the room, his eyes vaguely couldn't see the situation in the room, but he felt a damp and musty smell on his face, and it was unlikely that there was anything valuable in it.
It's all like this, Er Maozi still doesn't stop, stretches out his hand to take out a box of Yanghuo from his pocket, polishes one, and takes the Yanghuo to take pictures in the room.
I didn't want to meet him at first, thinking that if he left, I would forget it, but I really can't help it when I meet such a master in a coffin who is asking for money.
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