smuggler

Chapter 342

The back of the person who chiseled the bridge was extremely thin. Although he couldn't see his face clearly from this angle, judging from his appearance, he was an elderly man.

But it makes me curious, why is this old man digging bridges on the bridge after dark? What is he trying to do?
I feel that the old man here is from the village, and he originally wanted to avoid it, but the old man obviously saw me, so he just looked away and continued to deal with the matter at hand.

Seeing that he didn't care about me at all, it made me alert and curious at the same time.

Anyway, I have already discovered it, so I simply walked up to the side and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

The old man curled his lips and said angrily, "Are you blind? You can't see me, old man, when I am demolishing the house!"

For the first time, I felt that I met an old man who was disrespectful.

The old man gave me a lukewarm look and then continued to work, speaking stinky and hard.

I frowned and asked: "Why is a good bridge demolished, and I think this bridge is the only way to enter the village. If it is demolished, how will the villagers get in and out?"

"A good bridge?" The old man gave me a blank look: "You know what!"

After finishing speaking, the old man ignored me and continued to chisel with the chisel.

I think this old man may be a little mentally disturbed, so I don't want to get entangled here.

"Okay, take it apart slowly as you get older, and I won't bother you."

Unexpectedly, just after turning around and taking two steps, the old man actually asked: "You are not from here, what are you doing here?"

I pointed to Sanghun Village: "Of course I'm entering the village."

"Entering the village? That's not okay, you can't walk over here!" The old man sat on the bridge, which shocked me immediately.

I took two steps back quickly, and only then did I really see his appearance clearly, which made me tremble again.

Before this old man's left face was facing me, except for some old spots, there was nothing strange about it, but when his whole face appeared in front of me, I realized how terrifying it was.

Because, the right side of the old man has no face!
To be precise, it is the sunken right cheek!
Moreover, I can see clearly that his right eye is also blind!
Such a scene suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and I froze in place.

He said in a bad tone, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Ah! I'm sorry!" My heart trembled, and I quickly retracted it.

At this moment, Pockmarked came out from the dark grass behind him with his pants up, and walked towards this side quickly.

When he got closer, he gave me a dry laugh: "Hey, let's go!"

This time, the old man who demolished the bridge didn't stop me, but stared at me with a deadly look.

When I passed by him, I shook my head and muttered, "It's the one hundred and eighth."

As soon as I crossed the bridge, I found something unusual on the bridge. There were some patterns, and there were many carvings on the bridge.

And judging from the posture and appearance, all the sculptures on the bridge are girls...

Instead of lions and some auspicious beasts, the carvings on a bridge are some pretty girls.

This made me very puzzled.

I didn't think much about it at the time. After entering the village, I was a little surprised. The scale of this village is not small, with hundreds of families.

The village looked calm on the surface, and there was nothing unusual about it, but for some reason, I suddenly felt a sense of fear, and that anxiety became more and more intense.

Pockmarked face whispered to me: "In general, outsiders are not allowed in our village. You must not reveal this matter. If you meet the village chief and he asks you, you can say that you came to the village to pick goods." of."

"Also, if you want to leave the village alive, don't mention the nursing home in front of the village chief, or you will die."

What pockmarked face said about picking goods should be some kind of slang. As for why I should never mention the nursing home in front of the village chief, it completely confuses me.

Thinking of the old man on the bridge, I asked, "That bridge is the only way for this village, why would someone demolish it?"

Pockmarked face looked back, his eyes became very strange at this time, he stared around with strange eyes, and then said nothing.

After getting out of the bridge, under the bull's head in the village archway, he said: "You wait for me here, and I will go and tell the village chief."

Originally thought that the village of mourning souls would be gloomy, but this small village in the mountains is surprisingly lively.

It's just that under this kind of excitement, there is a strange atmosphere everywhere.

Standing at the entrance of the village, I saw people.

Although the village of mourning souls is very remote in the mountains, the inside clothes are the same as the outside, wearing homemade clothes with double breasts, and talking vaguely to the people in the same company.

My arrival immediately attracted the attention of the villagers, but when they saw me, they stared at me and fell silent.

Looking inside, some women saw me, and immediately shrank back together, panic and resistance flashed in their eyes, and there was also a deep disgust vaguely.

I thought that the villagers in remote mountain villages were simple, but the villagers here all showed extremely unkind eyes, which made people very disturbed.

Just as he was confused, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly came, but his tone was a little excited: "Are you the customer who came to our village to pick up goods?"

I followed the voice and saw a middle-aged man with plain clothes and short white beard walking up briskly, eager to take the cloth bag in my hand: "I am Yan Changshui, the village head here, come on, the place to live has been given You have arranged."

I held onto the cloth bag without letting go, and looked at him with a smile: "I'll just hold it."

My cloth bag is full of things that are very important to me.Although it is of little value to others, it is extremely important to me.

"it is good!"

The village chief took a look at my cloth bag and said with a smile.

I followed behind the village chief, and found that the villagers looked at me very strangely. Those projected eyes seemed to be looking at a prey.

I felt a chill inexplicably, and the whistling mountain wind sounded like someone was crying.

Sanghun Village is located in the depths of a quiet mountain, with low tile-roofed houses.The village is peaceful on the surface, but under this tranquility, no one knows what is hidden.

Along the way, I met villagers in twos and threes. These villagers had sallow faces, and each of them looked at me differently.Looking at it with straight eyes, I always feel that it is not a good thing.

"After all, our village is remote, and all the guests from outside live in my house. The conditions are not very good, so we can only make do with it."

The village head laughed.

Under the arrangement of the village head, I lived in their house. The furnishings inside were relatively simple, but it was tidy.

After saying this, the village head still stared at me with a smile.

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, I asked in confusion, "Village Chief, is there anything else?"

The village chief was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's all right, you can sleep here peacefully, then I won't bother you."

After the village chief finished speaking, he looked at me restrainedly, and walked out of the room with a smile.

This village is a bit different from what I thought. After entering, it seems to be nothing special.

However, the eyes of those villagers are indeed a little strange, as if everyone is hiding something.

But I plan to live here first, and then go to see what the nursing home is.

Originally, I wanted to ask the village chief directly, but after thinking about what Mazilian said, I still felt it was inappropriate.

His expression didn't look like he was lying to me. If he said it directly, I was worried that something bad would happen.

(End of this chapter)