Fire Game

"Do you have any snacks in your bag? For example, chocolate candies."

Ye Xin took the initiative to walk beside Zhou Like abruptly, maybe he didn't notice, or maybe he ignored the prying eyes of the police flower.

"What? Are you hungry?"

Zhou Like reminded: "There are still a few boiled eggs on the table, it should be no problem to fill the stomach."

"I'm not hungry."

"Aren't you hungry?"

Zhou Like asked curiously, "Then what do you want snacks for?"

Ye Xin did not explain.

Seeing this, Zhou Like also stopped talking and didn't continue to ask questions.

After being in contact for a while, he has a general understanding of the character of the other party.

If you want to say it, the other party will say it. If you don't want to answer it, even if you ask again and again, it will be in vain.

"I am searching."

Zhou Like opened his travel bag and flipped through it.

"Just some compressed biscuits, do you want it?"

Ye Xin took it, "Thanks."

"Is there nothing in your bag?"

Zhou Like asked strangely.

Someone with low luck D shook his head.

The things in the travel bag should be the "game supplies" for them, but just now he carefully rummaged through his bag, but there was nothing else except two bottles of energy drinks.

This can no longer be described as scarcity, it's almost to the point of tragic horror.

If they didn't come into the village, but were trapped in the woods, the most likely outcome would be starvation to death.

"You've already met the ghost, and she might have remembered you. In this case, you'd better stop running around."

Zhou Like kindly reminded him when he put down his bag.

Ye Xin looked calm and put the biscuits in his pocket, as if he didn't hear Zhou Like's words, and then walked out alone.

Zhou Like sighed, not surprised. If the other party really listened to him, it would be surprising.

This time, he didn't choose to stalk him, and continued to pick up the notebook and write hard.

Ye Xin's ghost experience provided him with a lot of inspiration, and he had to record it well.

The biggest feeling of this village is that it is quiet, almost eerily quiet.

It's as quiet as a painting, and you can't even hear any birdsong and insects.

After wandering around the village for a long time, Ye Xin finally found a few children on a dirt slope.

When they saw him, a few playful children immediately showed a fierce look and bared their teeth, like sturdy little beasts, grabbing the soil on the ground and rolling it into a ball, about to smash it.

Ye Xin stopped and took out high-end compressed biscuits from his pocket.

Several children looked at each other and became a little hesitant.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Xin slowly approached.

"For you."

He stretched out his palms, his eyes were calm, as if he could not see the dirt on the dirt on these children's faces.

Several dirty children watched him warily for a while. One of the oldest boys, who looked seven or eight years old, moved like a monkey, quickly reached out and grabbed the compressed biscuits, then jumped aside.

Several children rushed over immediately.

The dark, thin, barefoot boy hurriedly unpacked the compressed biscuits and shared the food.

This kind of compressed biscuits is purely for energy supplementation, and the taste is really not very good, but for the children in the isolated villages, it should be considered a delicious delicacy.

Soon, the two bags of compressed biscuits were devoured by several children.

They all looked at Ye Xin at the same time, obviously asking if Ye Xin had any more.

"If you can answer me a question, I can go back and get it for you."

"Say!"

The barefoot boy's speech was very fast, perhaps because he ate biscuits and didn't drink water just now, his voice sounded a little dry and wild, and he didn't have the innocence that a child of this age should have.

"Who taught you the song you sing about Killing Flowers and Butterflies?"

"Do you still have this?"

The barefoot boy looked at the wrapping paper thrown aside.

Ye Xin nodded without changing his face.

When Zhou Like was looking through the bag just now, he saw that it was the only two bags.

But presumably there should be others there.

"Can you take me to find him?"

A child is a child after all.

Under the temptation of delicious snacks, several children acted as guides for Ye Xin and led him to a place that seemed familiar.

This is Kou Chen's courtyard.

When passing by in the morning, he also saw Ying'er and Kou Chen talking in the courtyard.

It's just that Kou Chen wasn't at home at this time, the door was closed, the sharp axe lay under the eaves, and the firewood was not finished.

"He taught you to sing the song "Butterfly"?"

Ye Xin looked away from the empty courtyard.

The barefoot boy standing beside him nodded quickly, raised his head, his eyes filled with desire, "Eat..."

At this time, Ye Xin could only hope that other people's luck was better than his, and there was more food in the bag.

"You little scumbags, what are you doing here?!"

Several villagers came from the south.

One of them, Ye Xin, knew each other. To be precise, he had met once.

He had a deep memory of the black mole the size of a soy bean on the other's face.

When several children saw this, they didn't even bother to ask Ye Xin to fulfill his promise, and immediately dispersed.

"Boy, it's you again!"

The black mole man, Erhu, obviously had an impression of Ye Xincun, and his face was dark.

"You can't listen, right? Do you have to discount your legs~www.novelmt.com~ are you honest?"

Ye Xin didn't retreat this time, and said plainly, "The village chief didn't tell us that we were only allowed to stay in that yard."

"Yo he!"

Black Mole Erhu gave a strange laugh, his eyes were stern, "That's pretty cool, right? How dare you talk back!"

He was gearing up, as if he wanted to give Ye Xin some color.

"Okay, the time is almost up, don't delay."

A villager pulled him, his eyes showing a strange impatience and excitement.

Hearing this, Erhu frowned, somewhat unwilling, and gave Ye Xin a vicious look.

"Boy, you are lucky this time!"

No longer embarrassing Ye Xin, he and a few villagers passed by Ye Xin and walked away quickly.

Ye Xin, who seemed to have escaped the catastrophe, turned around and stood quietly, watching them disappear.

A few villagers walked in a hurry, and even meant that the fire was burning quickly.

They walked out of the end of the village and continued to move forward, seemingly going to the back mountain.

"Kou Chen?"

Halfway through, they bumped into Kou Chen head-on.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the vicious Erhu who appeared in front of Ye Xin. He seemed to be more afraid of Kou Chen, and even subconsciously took a step to the side of the road.

Kou Chen's face was expressionless, and he ignored them. He didn't look like someone from the same village at all, and walked right through them.

"Damn, what are you pulling, you're not a softie!"

A villager cursed in a low voice.

"Okay, don't pay attention to him, let's go, I can't hold it anymore."

The few people stopped staying and hurried to the back mountain.

Behind them, Kou Chen stopped, did not look back, slowly clenched his hands, his eyes shone with a icy glow, cold and dangerous.

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