306 Thinking Blocked? Facing the Time and Space of the Horrible Mountain Village 3
"You don't look like that gangster. When he comes to our village, he robs or burns and kills. Even if he comes at night, he makes a lot of noise. Okay, let's go inside and talk." The old man could see from the conversation just now.
Only after they had developed a sense of trust in Wright and Bill would they be allowed to enter the house in the village where gangs often haunted.
"When you enter the back room to talk, keep your voice as low as possible. This is a place where gang spies and secret sentries often hang out. Speaking quietly at night has become one of the rules of our village with less than a hundred people in a radius of dozens of miles. Outsiders
People." The old man sighed and said.
"What's going on in a village with less than a hundred people?" Wright and Bill asked this question almost simultaneously.
While they were talking, the three of them quietly walked into the room.
The rippled and suspended thoughts continue intermittently...
The old woman in the room was cleaning up some small pieces of tattered paper left on the floor.
At this time, the old man quickly came to the old woman's side and whispered a few words. After a while, the old woman raised her head, with a look of trust on her wrinkled face, but there was also a puzzling look in it.
An understanding look.
"Outsiders, please talk to the old man here first," the old woman finally spoke, seemingly unnaturally, as if she was going to do something important, with a sad look on her face as she spoke, "I'll come in and give you some advice."
Let’s make tea.” After saying that, he opened the curtain of the side door and hurriedly walked in. (To be continued)