There was also a small door in the inner hut, which probably led to the backyard. When the two of them followed the old man through the small door, they couldn't help but gasp in fright. This was still a hut, but the room was full of papers lying flat.
Man, each paper man is covered with a piece of white plastic sheet. The wind blowing in from the window makes the plastic sheet rattle, which makes it really feel like fighting.
"Uncle, your business is good, you have a lot of inventory." Da Zhuang couldn't help but stepped forward to talk.
The old man panted heavily for a long time before saying something that made the two of them even more horrified: "There is no way, there will be too many dead."
I felt more and more that it was a mistake to follow the old man in, and the atmosphere became even weirder: "Uncle, this is just a small town, how come there are so many dead people?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the old man suddenly raised his body and almost instantly put a wrinkled and deformed old face in front of me: "They are all dead! Do you think it's too much?"
This sudden change scared me so much that I trembled and froze: "All, all dead?!"
"Impossible! Is it possible that Arakan has become a ghost town?" Da Zhuang looked at the old man with some contempt, as if he thought he was pretending to be a ghost and pretending.
The old man suddenly turned around and stared at Da Zhuang. The old face illuminated by the oil lamp in his hand was particularly terrifying: "This is not Arakan!" Then he said to himself: "But it has become a ghost town."
While they were talking, the three of them had already passed through another door of the hut. Outside was a small courtyard filled with black coffins. The whole feeling was very eerie. Fortunately, both of them had also been in a coffin.
As a person, I didn’t feel panicked in this kind of situation. Da Zhuang pulled off my sleeve: “Hey, long live, do you think his house can have gasoline?”
I shook my head: "It's a bit suspenseful. This old man probably has some conspiracy. We still have to be careful."
Da Zhuang snorted: "He wants to sell gasoline for our world. Damn it, I want to see what this old guy wants to do, he is both a ghost and a god!"
"However, I do feel that this town is a bit weird. It's dead silent and I can't feel any vitality." A very strange idea suddenly came to my mind. Could it be that there really is a ghost town in this world?
The two followed the old man through rows of coffins, and finally stopped in a corner of the small courtyard, where four large vats were placed. The old man picked up two plastic buckets that had turned gray from the ground, and stretched them directly
I poured it into the tank and started drinking it. I took a few steps forward and suddenly there was a strong fishy smell!
"Blood!?" I couldn't help but scream when I saw the red viscous liquid in the tank.
The old man suddenly rushed in front of me like a fake corpse and shouted in a very terrifying voice: "Isn't this what you want!"
"Oh my god, stop pretending to be a fool! You old pervert!" Da Zhuang finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over and stretched out his hand to push the old man. The old man suddenly dodged past. The movement felt very slow, but he really dodged past.
The plastic bucket suddenly swung: "Don't you want gasoline?"
Just as the plastic bucket passed by the two of them, a strong smell of gasoline suddenly drifted over. Both of them were stunned, and Da Zhuang looked at me doubtfully: "Isn't this gasoline?"
"Eight hundred million." The old man said, handing over two barrels of oil.
"How much, 800 million!?" The two of them exclaimed, and Da Zhuang stared with a pair of bull's eyes, immediately getting angry: "There's nothing wrong with you! Do you know what 800 million is?"
The old man suddenly coughed loudly. He held his hand against the wall and gasped for a long time before spitting out two words: "Mingcoin."
"No, old Qian, you can negotiate with him. I'm running out of patience. I guess he sells ghost coins here, so go buy some for him." Da Zhuang was shaken by this old man.