Bai Mo quickened his pace and walked towards Buyu Village.
The sky was too dark, and he was afraid that it would be completely dark before long.
The trail gradually opened up, with abandoned farmland on both sides. The weeds grew so tall that it was unclear what nutrients they had absorbed to make them so strong.
Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, an old man was lying on a deck chair, his head covered by a tattered cattail leaf fan, motionless, as if he was asleep.
Bai Mo was stunned and thought to himself that this old man is still quite strong. Now that the temperature has dropped a lot, he still dares to wear a vest and sleep outside without fear of catching a cold.
He thought for a moment and walked over with an umbrella.
Not far behind him, the man in sunglasses and others stopped at the same time and stared at him silently.
Whether he is a master or a fool, it all depends on how he will deal with this weird old man...
Under the big tree, the old man remained motionless and seemed to be sleeping very peacefully. However, in fact, ever since Bai Mo appeared, the lounge chair under him had been moving towards the village, as if trying to escape from this place.
But it was too late. Bai Mo had already walked in front of him, with a look of concern on his face, and called softly: "Master, Master?"
The old man was motionless, like a dead corpse.
"Uncle, the temperature has dropped. You will catch a cold if you sleep outside." He reminded in a louder voice.
Seeing that the old man still didn't respond, Bai Mo couldn't help but feel a little worried. It seemed that the old man had been sleeping outside for a long time, so there wouldn't be anything wrong, right?
So he didn't hesitate and opened the cattail leaf fan covering the old man's face.
At the same time, the team of explorers held their breath and hurriedly looked at the old man's face.
According to the intelligence, the old man at the entrance of the village was shot in the head by the previous explorer, and his head should be almost rotten.
The information Mo Qingcheng gave Li Yuan was very complete. Except for the content related to Bai Mo, she basically wrote down all the details on paper.
But what puzzles the man in sunglasses and others is, isn't it said that people in the village are not allowed to speak? Why is this guy not dead after speaking out?
Could it be that...
The monster on the lounge chair was already dead, so why couldn't you pull out the guy's tongue in time?
With this idea in mind, they became even more curious about what the old man's face looked like under the cattail leaf fan. However, after seeing clearly, each expression became wonderful in an instant.
Bai Mo was also stunned, his mouth opened wide.
He put the cattail leaf fan aside, wondering whether to laugh or cry: "Uncle, why do you wear a mask to sleep?"
That's right, what's under the cattail leaf fan is not the old man's face, but a laughing monkey mask.
The mask is made of low-quality plastic, the painting is rough, and it looks rather comical.
The old man seemed to have just woken up. He opened his eyes and his cloudy eyeballs moved, as if he was thinking about how to answer Bai Mo's question.
"Why...wear...wear...a mask? This is for...for..."
After a while, he spoke hoarsely and tentatively replied: "...sun protection?"
Bai Mo was happy when he heard this. People in this village didn't seem to speak fluently, and what the hell is sunscreen?
He shook his head and said: "You are already very old. You should spend more time in the sun. Why don't you use sunscreen? Besides, wearing this kind of mask for a long time is not good for your skin. Let me take it off for you."
"
After saying this, without saying a word, he reached out and touched the old man's face.
Not far away, the man in sunglasses and others were dumbfounded. Why could these two guys talk in the Buyu Village? Could it be that we got false information?
Seeing the old man's monkey mask being slowly taken off, they held their breath again, and after seeing the face under the mask clearly, their pupils shrank suddenly!
Underneath the mask -
Surprisingly, it is still a mask.
Bai Mo was stunned, why does this old man wear two masks when sleeping?
Sensing his confusion, the old man pondered for a while and explained: "More...multiple sunscreens."
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was a good thing he was prepared, otherwise he would have been discovered by this guy.
Multiple sun protection...
Bai Mo was startled. This man took good care of himself. He must have been handsome when he was young... He shook his head, took off the mask, and then stayed where he was.
Another mask...
He took a deep breath and took off the mask, but there was still a mask underneath.
He was mentally prepared, kept moving, and picked again.
mask.
Keep picking.
It's still a mask.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
Bai Mo sighed slightly, and looked at each other for a long time, speechless.
The atmosphere was weird and awkward.
Seeing Bai Mo's strange expression, the old man sneered: "I've been obsessed with singing recently, and I've been thinking about how to change my face..."
Without saying a word, Bai Mo took off several masks one after another. After a lot of efforts, there was finally only a red hood left on the old man's head.
It should be the last mask...
His eyes lit up, as if he was relieved, and he was about to take it off, but saw the old man quickly avoiding it, covering his head and shouting.
"Ox warriors never take off their masks!"
The corners of Bai Mo's mouth twitched, and he was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
"Uncle, you really have a childlike innocence..."
Seeing that the old man was unwilling to take off his hood, he had no choice but to give up and walk straight to the village, not forgetting to remind him before leaving.
"It's getting cold, please go back to the house early, uncle."
The old man watched him leave, his cloudy eyes moved, he closed his eyes and lay down again, his chest not rising and falling, as if he had returned to a corpse.
Not far away.
Everyone under the shadow of the power of the bereaved dog looked at me and I looked at you, feeling that everything they had just witnessed was full of absurdity and ridiculousness, just like a farce.
You call this a C-level restricted area?
Why can the silent villagers talk... is the information true or false?
The man in sunglasses thought for a moment and gestured with his hands. Everyone understood and walked forward slowly together, intending to enter the village without the old man noticing.
Lao Zhang leads the bereaved dog to minimize the presence of everyone. In this case, they are like pebbles on the roadside, and it is difficult to attract any attention.
Everyone held their breath and gradually closed the distance between them and the old man. During this period, the old man never made any movement and seemed not to notice them.
Just when everyone thought they could easily enter the village, something unexpected happened!
The old man suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head strangely, and stared in the direction where they were.
Has it been discovered? How is that possible!
The man in sunglasses was creepy, but he still remained calm. He waved his palms in front of the old man a few times and made a few exaggerated movements.
The old man didn't react at all.
He felt relieved. Sure enough, the lost dog's ability could even be hidden from C-level experts. How could it be discovered so easily...
Everyone was about to move forward, but saw that the recliner under the old man suddenly moved sideways and blocked everyone.
His face was covered by a red hood, and his expression could not be seen clearly. His cloudy and dull eyes moved twice, and then stared at everyone.
Suddenly, the air was filled with the smell of death.
