I pretended to be harmless and explained: "Old man, don't be nervous, we are just passing by."
Unexpectedly, the other party was not that easy to deceive. He sneered and said: "There have been few living people in Wawu Mountain for a hundred years. You said you were just passing by? Do you think I am stupid or blind?"
I continued to put on a smile and showed that I was a college student who came to explore the mountains. As a result, I got lost and my sister even had a fever.
After finishing speaking, I nuzzled at Ge Weihan: "If you don't believe it, look at the foreigner behind him. He still has notes from the expedition on him."
As soon as Ge Weihan heard his name mentioned, he quickly took out the notebook in his pocket and introduced his identity in a Xichuan dialect.
The old man didn't accept this trick. Before Ge Weihan could finish speaking, he interrupted him with an inhumane look on his face: "Stop talking nonsense, what is your purpose of going up the mountain? If you don't tell me honestly, believe it or not, I will die in one shot." you."
At this time, I was carrying Yin Ling'er on my back. If I were shot, I would be dead and wounded.
I cast a pleading look at Lao Jiang, hoping that he could quickly subdue the other person.
Isn't he the Black Sword Qilin? It shouldn't be a problem to deal with an old, weak, sick or disabled person.
Lao Jiang walked over with a smile on his face and said, "I really don't believe it yet, why don't you give it a try?"
"Do you have the guts?"
I stared at Lao Jiang, scolding him a thousand times in my mind. Originally, this guy was about to shoot at any time, but why are you still here to start the fire? Is it because you think I can't die quickly enough?
"See if I dare!" The old man gritted his teeth and was about to pull the trigger, which scared me so much that I couldn't help but close my eyes.
However, a strange scene happened. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the small trigger...
It turned out that the moment Lao Jiang came over, a finger was already placed on the trigger calmly. That finger was like a copper wall. How could the old man hold it down?
I don't know whether he was angry or trying to compete, but the old man's nostrils were breathing fire and his face was red.
Seeing that it was almost done, Lao Jiang just waved his hand and took the old-fashioned shotgun in his hand, then turned the black muzzle and pointed it at the old man.
"Now it's my turn to ask you questions!"
Lao Jiang's speed was so fast that he didn't give the other party any time to react. When the old man came to his senses, he was faced with a loaded shotgun.
"you you you!"
The old man said the word "you" three times in a row, and Jian Shou was extremely angry at Lao Jiang.
Lao Jiang waved and asked Yin Ling'er and I to retreat behind him, and then asked forcefully: "First question, do you live here?"
The old man didn't want to answer, but Lao Jiang's gun moved forward a little. The old man could only answer angrily: "I have lived here since I was born..."
Lao Jiang nodded: "Okay, second question, are you the owner of this house? Do you raise the elk in the forest?"
The old man shook his head and said: "I am the owner of the cabin, but I did not raise those deer. The people who raised them are extremely capable."
The second half of his sentence was obviously ridiculing, seeming to imply that even if we kill him, we can't escape the pursuit of the deer owner.
Lao Jiang and I couldn't help but look at each other and asked, "Do you know the owner of the deer?"
The old man curled his lips and did not answer our questions directly. Instead, he said that if we continued walking to the top of the mountain, we would encounter that group of people sooner or later, and there would be nothing good to eat by then.
Lao Jiang remembered something at this time and asked: "Did a group of strangers pass by Heizhugou before us?"
"Strangers? Hey, you think Wawu Mountain is such a good place that people have to squeeze in, let alone Heizhugou. In decades, except for you, I haven't seen a stranger face... …”
Lao Jiang and I looked at each other and sighed inwardly. It seemed that Wu Xi had avoided Heizhugou and was afraid of this place.
However, it is understandable because for thousands of years, Wawu Mountain has been rarely visited by people. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it was even called: Monster Mountain. According to legend, there are three forbidden death places in this mountain that is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, namely: Heizhugou, Thousand-Year Fog, and Mihuntang.
No matter who comes to visit this place, he will die a good death!
However, how did this old man live in a place where neither the extremely intelligent Qilin Lao Wu nor the ruthless Wu Xi dared to come easily?
Seeing that he had asked almost everything he wanted to know, Lao Jiang put on a smile again, held up the shotgun with both hands, returned it to the old man, and explained: "Actually, we are neither bad people nor robbers. We really passed by here." , I have offended you so much, please forgive me!”
I thought we would kill people and silence them, but I didn't expect Lao Jiang to return the weapons so easily. This made the old man a little at a loss.
He looked us up and down: "Are you really here for adventure?"
"To tell you the truth, we came to Wawu Mountain this time to find something. I heard that there is a Ganoderma lucidum sacred grass growing on the top of Wawu Mountain, which can save people's lives. This time, my brother and sister accompanied me to look for that sacred grass. , because of my chronically ill mother. Hey, in order to go up the mountain, we specially invited a foreigner friend. He knew some deworming techniques and had rich adventure experience. But we never thought that we were only halfway there. My girl is not accustomed to the local environment and is sick, eh..."
While talking, Lao Jiang squeezed out two drops of cat tears, pretending to be exactly like that.
The old man took a look at Yin Ling'er who had a fever, felt compassion, and admonished us: "There are many dangers on Wawu Mountain, and there is no Ganoderma lucidum. Are you afraid that someone has tricked you?"
"We have to look for it to find out whether it's there or not. It's true that my mother is seriously ill and a dead horse has to be treated as a living horse doctor."
Lao Jiang lied unscrupulously without blushing at all, which moved the old man so much: "You are such a filial son!"
But he still said the truth: "But compared to your younger brothers and sisters, you look a little anxious."
"The eldest brother is like a father. I support the whole family, but I don't want to tan and grow old." Lao Jiang told lies like the endless flow of water in the Yangtze River.
When the old man saw that we did not have any ill intentions, and I did look like a college student, and Yin Ling'er was in a state of illness, there was no doubt that he was there, so he immediately pointed to a room inside and asked me to hold Yin Ling'er on the bed. He took a good rest and murmured to himself: "If I have a granddaughter, she should be as old as her, right?"
