Yin Hong

Of course, Yawen would not be as stupid as Cui Qiyou after seeing what happened to him. After discussing with Sancerre, they gradually approached the end of the path and hid themselves in the dense jungle on the island. Moving around, trying to make himself look as close as possible to disappearing.

As for the content of the discussion, roughly speaking, it is "decide what to do after observing the situation", or "If you are not obedient, I will pickle you in a salt bucket like those poor little fish and hang them on the mast. Dry it in the sun, maybe it will still taste good after you take it off." This kind of boring gossip that has to be said.Sancerre will never be self-aware. If Yawen doesn’t say it, he might really do something as stupid as Cui Qiyou—even if the final result will be Sancerre rushing into the crowd to kill, and He didn't run away in embarrassment like Cui Qiyou, but Yawen didn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't want to have a headache thinking about how to stop Sancer's nonsensical behavior, so it's better to warn in advance.

"We seem to have broken into someone's small gathering place." Yawen crouched in the shadow of the grass, stroking Sancerre's head one after another. While enjoying the soft touch, it can also prevent him from suddenly Jumping up involuntarily, he had an advantage in posture, "Listen with your amazing ears, how many people are hiding in these sheds?"

"If they're sitting still, or sleeping at all, I can't hear anything." Sanser shook his head a few times, but failed to shake Yawen's hand off, and simply lay down on the ground, holding his right hand With his cheek pressed against the dirt on the ground, he looked at Yawen on the left, "Unless they are not gentle at all and are snoring desperately."

"That is to say, there is no movement inside?" Yawen raised his eyebrows.

The open space in front of him is indeed uninhabited, and it is not accurate to say that it is uninhabited, because Yawen can be sure that at least some people lived here. These people used the cut branches and trunks with cloth and mud. This small house looks cruder than the guard's house I saw on the beach before. It should not be built for long-term living. A fire that has been extinguished is placed in the center of these houses. , there are a few dried fruits beside the fire, which looks like a small temporary residence for travelers, with no other special purpose.

"Maybe it's where the group of people who just chased them lived?" Yawen tried to ask.

"No." Sancer denied his guess without even thinking about it, and said with a weird smile, as if he was deliberately showing off.

"Why?" Yawen kept his palm against the back of his head, and rubbed his fingers against his temples, "The plaster on the ground is so dirty, there may be many strange-shaped bugs, you'd better get up quickly Otherwise, if you get red spots and marks on your face, I will really kick you into the sea."

"It's just a small bug. The pustules it bites will heal in a few days. It's okay." Sancer shook his head, even though he said so, he moved his face away, wiped it with his sleeve a few times, and propped up his elbows to support his upper body He got up and answered the question Yawen had just asked: "The footsteps of those people chasing the past did not start from here." He pointed to another small road in front of this small camp, and the small road also had the same path as the previous road. Messy footprints, "They chased them from inside."

"The observation skills are really good." Yawen withdrew his hand, stood up and patted the dust and grass clippings stuck to his body, "Then continue walking inside."

Sancer stood up, and suddenly grabbed his sleeve before walking out, "People have died here."

Yawen turned around and asked him with his eyes.

"It smells." Sancer raised his nose and sniffed twice, "It smells like a fat uncle who deals with pigs all day long in the city you live in."

"I think you are talking about the butcher who sells pork in the market, or his lazy brother." I don't know if he described it well enough, or the image of this unknown butcher is too vivid, Yawen With almost no recollection, he remembered his fat face, and couldn't help laughing twice, "Although his image is not very good, he is a kind person, with the smell that butchers always have. The smell of blood, don't just call it smelly for no reason."

"The smell of blood just stinks." Sancer wrinkled his nose, and exaggeratedly raised his hand to slap his face several times, "It's disgusting."

"Why didn't you say that when you swung your knife to kill people?" Yawen glanced at the road they came from, and after making sure that no one would suddenly appear in a short time, he and Sancerre stepped out of the bush area. Into the range of the camp.

"People have died, people have died, more than one." Sancel said as he walked, his eyes swept back and forth on several small houses wrapped in cloth, and kept turning, "The smell is still there." It's very thick...maybe the body is still in there, Yawen."

"Thank you for your reminder." They were about to walk out of the range of the camp. Hearing what he said, Yawen stopped immediately, and walked towards the entrance of the hut covered with animal fur.

"... But I didn't let you see it." Sancer was stunned for a moment, and followed in a daze.

After gently opening the fur roll, the first picture that came into view was the horrified and frightened face of a middle-aged man, and this expression remained on his face forever—this poor man even Before he could close his eyes and mouth, his breath was taken away by the wide and fatal wound on his chest.

Yawen had been mentally prepared for a long time, so he wasn't too surprised. He walked into the house as soon as he bent down, squatted down and looked at the clothes of the dead man.

Sancer followed in, and when he looked up, he saw Yawen staring at the ghostly corpse, and he couldn't help shouting dissatisfiedly: "Yawen! Don't get too close to that thing, it's dirty."

"You can't impose requirements on others that you can't even do yourself." Yawen glanced back at him, "When you can hide in the grass, don't put your face on the ground, and then make such demands I."

"It's different." Sancer still frowned, "The soil and bugs are alive, but he is dead."

"Of course I know he's dead. His face is so pale, so even if the blood hasn't drained, it's almost gone." Yawen said.He clapped his hands against each other, pushed away the man's hand hanging in front of him, tried to avoid opening the blood, and fumbled in several pockets of his clothes.

"What are you looking for?" Sancel asked him. "I'll help you find it. Don't touch him."

"Are you a three-year-old child? Do you still want to play tricks like 'you are only allowed to look at me and not touch others'?" Yawen took the time to answer while fiddling with the parts of this person's body that could hide things Sancer, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in dead bodies."

There was no movement behind him for a long time. After confirming that there was no useful information on this person, Yawen stood up and looked back at Sancerre's wronged and injured expression, and rubbed him a few times with the back of his hand that did not touch the corpse "I just want to collect more useful information before we get close to the destination. Otherwise, if there is a big leader with hundreds of men hiding inside, can't we directly consider whether to go happily Heading toward the end of your life?"

"There won't be many people in there, I bet," Sancel said. "If there were many people, they'd all be dead."

"It's quite possible." Yawen nodded in agreement, "There are two groups of people, if the number and quality of weapons are similar, and if they really fight, it is indeed possible that both sides will suffer, and then we will go to find a bargain." As he said that, he started laughing, "But look at the menacing looks of those people chasing just now, that unlucky guy Cui Qiyou must have seen some of their plots and plans, and foolishly exposed himself, which attracted people Chase—what do you think of this conjecture?"

"It's said in the storybooks for children." Sancel said with disapproval.

"You know children's storybooks very well?" Yawen raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'm just guessing normally, since you don't want to waste time here, then let's just go in, anyway, with your difficulty, let's talk about it." A group of weird guys are no different from crushing a bunch of ants, I guess even if there are hundreds of people guarding inside, as long as you don’t just jump in and fight against a hundred, nothing big will happen.”

"You're mocking me again." Sancer said angrily, he grabbed Yawen's arm and dragged it outside with moderate force, "Don't stay here, that guy's expression is the same as just eating it Like a mouse."

"It's not easy for him to die here like this. Maybe his soul has returned to heaven and is planning to enjoy bliss. If you say such a sentence and directly force the last dinner in his life to be a mouse, maybe he will rush down and beat you. ?" Yawen was dragged out by Sancerre while laughing unscrupulously, "I really admire your rich imagination."

"If he's stupid enough to abandon heaven and come to me, I'll really catch him a mouse for dinner," Sancel's expression twisted, like a wrung wet cloth, but soon He became rampant again, "If he is not disgusted to death, I will send him another..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly grabbed Yawen and ran towards the small road connecting the more central part of the island. After running to the small road, he swept the small road with his heel hard, kicking up dust Covering his and Yawen's footprints, he ran into the bushes beside him and made a silent gesture, "They are back."

☆、Chapter 047