This scumbag is cheating

Chapter 176

At the same time when Lu Xiaochuan and Sha Ailuo were looking for the clues of the octopus couple, Matcha and Lihua Meizhi went around the village a few times, and they planned to go to that house to have a look when no one was paying attention.

Along the way, Matcha and Lihua sisters found that there are quite a lot of mud houses in this village, but there are not many villagers living there. There are only a few hundred people in total, men, women and children.

"Did you find out?" The matcha boss suddenly said with a half-smile tone.

"Huh? Go in and have a look." Li Huamei frowned slightly, and looked at a room that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time in front of her, "Could it be that you want to say that we are like couples walking on a date, let me tell you, this I've heard it more than once..."

There are black lines on Matcha's forehead, are all girls so confident now?

Matcha stopped, lowered her voice, and said seriously: "I mean, have you noticed that we have hardly seen any women along the way..."

Lihua sister heard the words, and she looked like she was recalling, "From what you said, it is indeed so... Maybe they..."

"Forehead?"

"Maybe they haven't woken up yet."

Matcha rubbed her face, half-closed her eyes, and said contemptuously, "Are you really a professional gamer?"

Pear Blossom Girl smiled, crossed her arms and crossed her chest: "I'm not teasing you, I don't have a sense of humor at all. I've noticed it a long time ago, and the way those stinky men look at me is obviously plotting something wrong!"

"Oh." Matcha shrugged helplessly, "Let's go."

Just as their front feet stepped onto the threshold, an old man's voice came from behind, "Young man...you wait..."

After hearing the words, Matcha and Lihua girls turned around and saw not far away, an old man was walking towards them with a bundle of firewood in his hand.

The old man was full of white hair, with kind eyes, and tattered clothes. On his withered arms, the bulging veins seemed to be protruding through the skin. If you pay close attention, you will find that there is a long line on the back of the old man's hand. Scar, looking shocking.

"Young man, that house has been unoccupied for a long time, so I can't enter..." the white-haired old man said, with a hint of persuasion in his words.

"Okay." Matcha spread her hands and winked at Pear Blossom Girl, "Then let's go shopping elsewhere."

At this time, the old man suddenly trembled and coughed violently.

Matcha was about to turn around and leave. Seeing this, she looked at the white-haired old man suspiciously, thinking that the old man had something to say, but the old man didn't say a word.

"Cough, it's so heavy..."

"Oh oh oh!" The matcha boss suddenly realized, and took the dry firewood from the old man with a smile, "Old man, I will help you, where are you going to take it..."

"Come with me." The white-haired old man walked towards the side alley with his hands behind his back, then he seemed to remember something, then turned his head and said: "Little Guliang, you don't want to follow, we will be back soon. "

Matcha's eyes lit up, it seemed that some kind of flag had been triggered, and he looked at Lihua sister paper with the intention of asking.

"You go, relying on my strength..." Sister Lihua said fearlessly, patting her chest.

Matcha nodded, yes, at least until now, they haven't seen any high martial arts settings, so Matcha confidently followed the white-haired old man, walking towards the depths of the alley, farther and farther...

"Isn't it here yet?" Matcha asked.

The white-haired old man didn't turn his head, but responded softly: "It's just ahead."

Passing a corner, a mudstone house with a style different from other houses, three or four times the size of ordinary houses, greeted the eyes of Matcha.

The small door of the mudstone house is tightly closed, and a thick iron chain is wrapped around the door, with a large rusty lock hanging from it, giving people the impression that this is a warehouse.

"Is it a warehouse for storing firewood?" Matcha didn't think it was strange.

In some impoverished and backward mountain villages, before winter, villagers have the habit of stockpiling firewood.

The old man took out the key and slowly opened the lock. Matcha stood beside him, craned his neck curiously, and looked into the warehouse, but the light was unusually dim...

"Young man, take it in." The white-haired old man ordered.

Matcha looked at the pitch-black area, and smiled, "But I don't know where to put it, old man, please take me in."

The old man stood beside Matcha and pointed out, "Look... that's it..."

"Huh?" Matcha accidentally saw the scar on the back of the old man's hand, and couldn't help but tense up.

Snapped!
The next moment, Matcha felt a pain in his butt, and flew straight into the room.

"Fuck!" Matcha immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, but before he got up, a horrifying scene appeared in front of him. In the darkness, pairs of red bewitching eyes lit up one after another.

Ow!

A deep roar of beasts, with a deep desire for food, rang in Matcha's ears.

With a creak, the door closed in response. Amid the sound of the iron chain hitting the door, the last ray of light disappeared.

"It's really careless..." Matcha took out a flashlight from the bag, shone it around, and sighed, "The situation is more dangerous than I imagined..."

A group of dogs approaching the size of an adult were approaching him, with rough hair and red pupils, like wolves but not wolves, like dogs and not dogs, grinning, sticky saliva dripping on the ground, emitting a A disgusting smell.

"This dungeon still has this kind of force setting?" Matcha looked dignified.

Roar!
The flashlight fell to the ground, the light flickered, the dancing shadows, a pair of dancing double thorns, shuttled among the beasts, and the blood flowers bloomed silently...

……

In other words, after waiting for a while at the same place, Lihuameizhi did not see the matcha back.

"Why don't I go in and have a look by myself now that there is no one around?" Sister Lihua thought in her heart.

Just do what you say, Li Huamei looked around, and after making sure that no one was watching, she sneaked into the room.

This is an uninhabited private house, with all kinds of sundries, suitcases, women's clothes, schoolbags... and some dilapidated wooden furniture such as beds. There is an unknown sense in the air. of stench.

Li Huamei's nose trembled slightly, and she murmured, "Is there a utility room? Why are there so many? It doesn't look like something that should be in the mountains..."

Based on the idea that she couldn't let go of any clues once she came in, Li Huamei lowered her head to the pile of sundries on the table and checked.

Soon, she found a dusty, extremely delicate notebook with a blue cloth cover.

【Diary of unknown origin】

[Type: drama related]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Function: Unknown]

[Whether the script can be brought out: No]

[Remarks: Girl, have you experienced despair...]

(End of this chapter)