"Sit down, kid, and drink something hot to warm yourself up."

After bringing a cup of hot tea, the old woman pointed to the empty seat and brought Sum Mu among the five people.

Su Mu, who didn't sense any danger, didn't resist and thanked her, then took the tea and sat on the only empty seat.

As soon as he sat down, a gentle voice sounded from his ears.

"Madam, is there something wrong with your neck? Is it bitten by a mosquito?"

"I have some anti-itch medicine here, maybe it can help you?"

The man who spoke was sitting next to Su Mu.

He has very pure long white hair that hangs softly on his chest. He looks harmless. Coupled with his simple casual clothes, his whole person exudes a very gentle temperament.

"My name is Bai Ye, nice to meet you."

Realizing that Su Mu was looking over, the man smiled slightly. His delicate facial features seemed to be fine works of art, and they were even more graceful in the light of the lantern.

However, Su Mu's attention was not on this face.

After noticing the warm light of the lantern on Bai Ye's face, she immediately turned her head keenly and followed the direction of the light to look at the big red lantern hanging on the pillar.

Here... was there a lantern just now?

Su Mu squinted his eyes slightly and couldn't help but recall the first scene he saw when he entered the hut.

Can't remember clearly.

It seems there is, and it seems there isn't.

Su Mu scratched his neck again. While he was upset, he felt that his brain was not very clear.

It was that feeling of being stuck, which caused her thinking to slow down. Compared to normal times, it seemed more difficult to capture some details. She didn't know if it was affected by the white mist.

Silently pondering this point, Su Mu simply said hello to Bai Ye, declined his offer of anti-itch medicine, and stopped talking to him.

Bai Ye also seemed to notice that Su Mu didn't want to talk. He sighed for a moment about his declining charm, then turned his head and participated in the conversation of others.

This kind of conversation continued into the evening.

As for how to judge the time, according to the old lady, the hourglass is used.

The participants paid attention, and there should be no problem, so they agreed with this judgment of time.

"Sitting like this is so boring. Otherwise, mother-in-law, can I tell you a story?"

Looking at the silent young people, the old man arched his eyebrows and asked gently.

Listening to stories in such a weird environment?

It's like the beginning of a horror movie, the actors are stupid to listen to it.

"Need not."

One of the men immediately shook his head and refused.

The old woman's expression suddenly dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Actually, you can just listen to it."

Rolling her eyes, the girl sitting next to the man held her chin and said, "I don't really want to hear a story, but if there are jokes, there will be no problem."

The word "joke" was emphasized by her, and the people around her instantly understood the girl's intention.

This is limiting the word "story".

If the old lady wants to tell some weird or scary stories, then with this condition, there is a high probability that she will be stopped.

And if not, then it doesn't hurt to listen to it, maybe it will help promote the development of the plot.

"That might not be to your liking."
Chapter completed!