Guide's Lost Traces Chapter 45: When I'm Quiet, I'm Always Thinking
It was the first time for Feng Yu to face such a situation alone, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. When he came out of the robbery cave and saw no one else, his first reaction was that his second uncle must be joking with him.
But that was not the case. After Feng Yu checked again and again, he was sure that his second uncle was not joking with him. What kind of joke had to be made in a place like this? Something really went wrong this time.
Feng Yu stayed at the entrance of the robbery cave and did not dare to leave. He walked back and forth in the robbery cave inside the door stone twice. Although the robbery cave was twists and turns, there was no fork in the road or a road leading to other places along the way.
The more Feng Yu thought about it, the more puzzled he became. It was really strange. They all left through this robbery hole, so why were none of them missing after he walked out?
Could it be that he was discriminated against because he did not climb up the door stone but used a rope to climb up? Could it be because of this? Feng Yu began to make random guesses. He stayed where he was, thinking that his second uncle would come back if he couldn't find him.
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Feng Yu sat on the ground, looked at the bright oil lamp, and thought of some things in the Feng family.
It seemed to be a dark night, with heavy rain outside, as heavy as the rain in the night valley before. Feng Yu was awakened by thunder at night and could not sleep again.
Perhaps Feng Yu was spoiled by Jean in the Feng family, so Feng Yu wandered around alone in the Feng family. Who knows why Feng Yu didn't sleep during the heavy rain that night, and what he was doing wandering around.
Things often happen when people are bored. In the ancestral hall in the backyard of Feng's family, there is a locked yard. It is full of weeds and has been abandoned for a long time. No one has ever gone in. On weekdays, Feng Yulian ancestral hall
I rarely go in, let alone this place.
Somehow, Feng Yu walked to the ancestral hall with an oil umbrella. He couldn't sleep and wanted to go to the ancestral hall to read the books left by Guanshan's ancestors. Most of the books in the ancestral hall were from the older generation of Guanshan.
The records of what year he visited, which tomb he built, and which tomb he robbed are all clearly written. Feng Yu has no right to do anything. Let’s take it as a story. After all, it has been many years, and some things cannot be verified. It is just bragging.
No one tried to find out whether it was true or false.
Feng Yu arrived at the ancestral hall in the backyard, holding an umbrella in his left hand and a lantern in his right hand. As he walked, he arrived at the abandoned yard. Feng Yu remembered the shuttlecock he kicked into the yard that day, so he wanted to sneak in and get the shuttlecock back. It was midnight anyway.
, it’s raining heavily again, Father Feng Qing will definitely not appear here.
Feng Yu was used to being willful in the Feng family, and he could do whatever he wanted. On a rainy night, if anyone was left alone, he would go find some shuttlecock, and he didn't know if he was full and full.
Feng Yu only remembered that the rain that night was really heavy, so heavy that he couldn't remember anything else clearly. He only remembered the rain all over the sky and the deserted yard.
The old lock on the courtyard door was broken by the rain and fell to the ground. The courtyard door was half open and dangling. Feng Yu pushed it gently and the door opened. The weeds in the courtyard grew as tall as a person. Underground
There is no brick paving, and the rainwater accumulates into mud.
Feng Yu was very confused at the time, what was this desolate courtyard used for? Why was there such a place in the ancestral hall?
Feng Yu raised the lamp and looked around in the courtyard. The only thing in the courtyard was weeds and mud on the ground. He immediately lost interest in going in. But as his eyes moved away, Feng Yu saw an old room in the courtyard.
The house was probably in disrepair for a long time. The bricks and wood throughout the house looked gloomy and black. Coupled with the heavy rain, the house gave people a strange feeling.
But there was a faint light on in that room. Feng Yu felt very strange. Could there be other people here in the middle of the night?
Driven by curiosity, Feng Yu approached the dark room with muddy water. Children of that age are the most curious. Feng Yu walked towards the room step by step, feeling uneasy.
The old house of the Feng family in Guanshan was built on Yanshan Mountain after the ancestor of the Feng family in the Ming Dynasty received the title of Guanshan Taibao from Feng Wangli. It has a history of five to six hundred years. A lot of effort was spent on the establishment of the Feng family house at the beginning.
The location, material selection, and style construction are all very particular.
So after all these years, the Feng family's house on Yanshan Mountain is still safe and sound. The only disadvantage of this is that the Feng family has too many houses. At that time, the Guanshan Taibao was prosperous, and later the Guanshan sect gradually became more popular.
During the depression, even though there were still so many people, the houses were all vacant. If we counted carefully, there were more than a hundred vacant houses.
Feng Yu walked quietly to the house. He looked through the window and wanted to know who was inside.
There were a lot of firewood and sundries piled up in the house. The damp and moldy atmosphere made people's eyes hurt. There was a small lamp burning in the room, and a man wearing black clothes was sitting under the lamp.
The man's back was to Feng Yu, with a black coat draped around him. The candlelight was dim, and his shadow was reflected slantingly. It was extremely strange to sit alone in the room.
Feng Yu stared outside for several minutes. The man was completely motionless. If it weren't for the withered black arms that were exposed, Feng Yu would not have thought he was a person.
Feng Yu didn't dare to express his anger. He stared at the figure with his eyes. After a long time, his body became a little stiff. Just when he wanted to move a little, something even more puzzling happened to him.
The person in the room stood up slowly. He always had his back to Feng Yu and walked backward step by step towards the window where Feng Yu was. Feng Yu was shocked, how could anyone walk backwards?
After a few steps, the two were less than five steps apart, but there was a broken window in between.
The man began to slowly turn his head to look at Feng Yu. It was a very scary face, with black skin and wrinkles crowding the face. The nose was a bit enlarged, and the eyes did not have the charm that a human should have. The whole look,
It doesn't look like a normal person at all, or in other words, it's some kind of monster.
Feng Yu could never forget that scene. He was so frightened that the thing kept looking at him, indescribably weird.
When Feng Yu came to his senses, he yelled, dropped the lamp and umbrella in his hands, and ran all the way to his room. When he returned, he was covered in a quilt and didn't even take off his wet clothes. He couldn't help but feel scared.
Fell asleep.
When he woke up the next day, Feng Yu found that he was lying on the bed safely. The wet clothes he ran back last night were gone, and the lamp and oil umbrella were still in the house. It was as if nothing had happened. Feng Yu himself also thought that this might be the case.
A dream, but this dream was so real. He later went to the ancestral hall and saw that the old lock on the abandoned courtyard door was still in good condition, so Feng Yu always thought that this was a dream, an unusual dream.
It's just that the oil umbrella and lamp still have damage from the mud and fall that night, which cannot be explained clearly.
Sitting at the entrance of the robber's cave in the tomb of Guide Mansion, Feng Yu couldn't help but think of something. Maybe the surroundings were too quiet, which made people think wildly. Feng Yu didn't know how long he had been waiting. He felt that he could no longer wait.
What measures must be taken.
Feng Yu stood up from the ground. He put away the rope he used when he came up. He thought about sending a signal to pop out, so that he could see the underground environment clearly and tell his second uncle his location. However, he found out when he touched his backpack.
, I have finished shooting the flares in my bag, and the rest are at the second uncle and Zhang Xiuxian's place. It is really a leak in the house and it rains all night.
Feng Yu had no choice but to pick up the oil lamp and walked inside. He couldn't sit still and wait for death.
