I still have some help, I am still alive!

Even if you see a body, shouldn't you call the police?

Jiyuan couldn't understand what the brain circuit of these people were thinking. They were doing this to be murdering!

Some of the conversations just now were also strange. Could it be that these people have some problems with their brains?

Jiyuan felt it, and the group of people were not joking. They really ignored them. One of them covered himself with a little and put a wet cloth on his forehead. Everyone went to their own business.

Zhang Shilin told everyone to move the fire position and place it closer to the statue of the mountain god, so that the dying beggar could be warmer.

"Ba,ba,ba..."

Sparks continued to splash out from the sound of the flint, and after a few strokes, a small piece of tinder was lit.

"It's getting ready, firewood!"

"Here's here."

"Don't press too much!!"

Put some fine branches of firewood and carefully take care of the flames. Soon, the flames will become vigorous.

The travelers set up a soil stove and placed an iron pot with them. Someone took the bamboo tube that had been taken from the temple gate, poured the clear rainwater into the pot and cooked it. Everything was done in an orderly manner.

After completing these tasks, the travelers temporarily relaxed and all sat on the ground to rest.

"Boom..."

Thunder sounded in the sky and the rain showed signs of increasing rain.

The travelers waiting for the water to bloom were staring blankly at the heavy rain outside the mountain temple.

"I wonder if this rain can be finished before dark?"

Someone sighed worriedly.

"Feeling at this attitude, I can't stop for a while!"

Someone answered casually and tightened his clothes.

"This spring rain is so cool!"

"Yes! The thin cow and the horse are sad about February 8th!"

A group of people gathered around the not-so-large fire to keep warm, and their wet clothes were hung up on one side with a thin pole from the temple.

The lid of the iron pot gradually became restless as the water temperature in the pot continued to rise. Soon after, it began to shake "ping-ping-pong".

"The water is boiling!"

Liu Quan said with a smile, then took out a wooden ladle from the basket, while other travelers took out their own wooden bowls or bamboo tubes.

Liu Quan took the wooden bowls and bamboo tubes one by one, put boiling water in a wooden ladle, and returned them to others one by one.

A young man opened a basket and raised a cloth bag from it. It was filled with dry food such as biscuits and other dried food, holding the bag for people to share with them.

"Take it!"

"Brother Zhao, your favorite steamed bun!"

"Thanks!"

Every time the young man was one, some patted his arms and said thank you, and soon arrived in front of Zhang Shilin.

"Brother Shilin! There are also steamed buns and pancakes, what do you want?"

Zhang Shilin glanced at the cloth bag.

"Give me the pancake!"

"good!"

The young man took out a dry cake and handed it to Zhang Shilin. The latter took it and nodded. Then he put the bag back into the basket, and took a steamed bun and sat in his original position.

Someone was already blowing the water from the wooden bowl, and then caught a little cold boiling water and started eating dry food.

During this process, Jiyuan could hear the crackling sound of firewood cracking, the sound of water rolling bubbles and the pot lid, the sound of water, and the chatting of these people.

I thought to myself, it’s so fucking real. These people actually started eating one by one, and I really ignored his life and death!

"Silin, when I was in Narcissus Town, I heard that Niukui Mountain has not been very stable in recent years. No one is waiting on the mountain at night. If the rain keeps falling, wouldn't we have to stay in the mountain at night?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man named Jin Shunfu, whose face was full of interlaced wrinkles and gullies.

Zhang Shilin also looked at the rain outside.

"It shouldn't be a big deal to be careful at night, and..."

He looked at Jiyuan where he was lying.

"This beggar must have been here for a long time. He is fine. What are we afraid of so many of us? A big worm can scare it away!"

When the young man who distributed dry food shivered when he heard this, he was choked by the water.

"Cough cough...Cough cough cough...Oh Brother Shilin, cough, don't scare me!!! There are really big insects on this Niukui Mountain?"

"Hahahaha...this kid...hahaha"

"Xiaodong, you have to practice your courage hahaha..."

The people around him laughed because of this. The young man joined the team for less than two months, but he was a very energetic and diligent young man, and everyone was familiar with each other, so he took good care of him.

Zhang Shilin smiled and looked at Wang Dong.

"Xiaodong, the Niukui peaks are many deep forests. It's really a radius of 200 miles. It's normal to have a few big insects, but the roads we choose are all outside, so it's safer."

Is Niukui Mountain really not Niuto Mountain? Big Insect? Narcissus Town?

The doubts on the side of the plot are getting deeper and deeper. How did I go from Niutou Mountain to Niukui Mountain? Is the big insect referring to a tiger? The name Narcissus Town is second-hand. After all, China cannot be known in terms of its size.

The travelers were talking and laughing by the fire. Zhang Shilin noticed that Jin Shunfu was still frowning, so he leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Old Jin, what's wrong? What exactly is he hearing in Narcissus Town?"

Jin Shunfu swallowed the dry cakes in his mouth with a sip of hot water, looked around, and answered Zhang Shilin in the same low voice.

"Silin, I heard from some people in Narcissus Town that this Niukui Mountain may cause monsters..."

For some reason, Zhang Shilin got goosebumps when he heard this.

"I heard it as a joke at that time and didn't care much. We only visited Niukuishan twice last year. What could happen, but now I suddenly feel a little inexplicably. Shilin, don't laugh at me..."

In addition to explanation, the sentence that Kim Soon-fu added was more like comforting himself.

"Don't scare yourself, have a good rest!"

Zhang Shilin patted Jin Shunfu on the arm. They had a private rule when they went out. They must not pat people on the shoulders whether during the day or at night.

However, there was actually another person in the temple who also had goose bumps, which was like a half-vegetative plan.

What these people say is definitely not like joking, nor is they definitely not acting. To be honest, if it is really an acting, Jiyuan is confident to hear the sound of the venue and shooting equipment, and he is very sure that there are only twelve people here besides himself.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, bringing back the thoughts of making a fortune.

Zhang Shilin walked to the beggar behind the statue with a wooden bowl, touched his forehead, and it was still hot and his breath was weak enough. He looked at the beggar carefully. Although his face was dirty, there were no abscesses and spots.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Shilin still reached out and raised Jiyuan's head a little with his wrist, and held the wooden bowl to Jiyuan's slightly cracked lips.

"We can't do much, drink some..."

Hot water with the right temperature leaked out along the corner of Jiyuan's mouth, but a lot of it was poured into the mouth, and the conditioned reflex of the throat swallowed one of the mouths into the stomach.

The nectar comes to moisten the five internal organs, and Jiyuan feels much more comfortable all of a sudden.

This soundtrack recognizes that it is the "Silin Ge Shilin Zhangtou" mentioned by those people, which means that his name is Zhang Shilin.

It is obvious that this person does not look like a mental illness, and so does others. An extremely strong guess grows in my heart.
Chapter completed!