The boy was quick-talking, and he protected the old man with white beard behind him and asked me in a deep voice:

"Who are you? Why do you steal?"

"Hey! Who stole something? What I picked up is not considered stealing. This is your thing? How do you prove it?" I covered my backpack and started to play tricks. If I didn't use ideas, I was afraid they wouldn't tell the truth to me.

"That's-"

"Shantie!"

The young man's words were interrupted by the old man. The old man must have hidden some secrets, but his mouth was strict.

I turned around and ran away, not believing that he could watch me take the things away.

If these eight iron bowls really carry a secret, taking them away might cause trouble for the village, so I did not run down the mountain, but ran around in the forest so that the mountain kids could not catch up with me.

After running for half an hour, Shanwa was left far away by me, but I deliberately did not run out of his sight so that he could see me from afar.

The mountain kid was so angry that he was like a little tiger cub who could not catch up with his prey. He screamed with a fierce breast, but he had no choice but to do anything to me.

When he couldn't run, I turned back and stood with my hips a few meters away from him.

Who says adults cannot bully children? How much fun will it take?

Shanwa's big round eyes burst into tears, and he quickly wiped it off with the back of his hands stained with the soil.

Oh, I cried my childishly, I thought it was not good. I looked up and looked away. The white-bearded old man was gone. I patted my backpack and whispered to Shanwa:

"Don't cry, tell me what this thing is for, and I'll give it back to you."

Shanwa may rarely come into contact with the outside world. His eyes are particularly bright and pure. It is simple to deceive children like the mountains after the rain.

"Grandpa... Isn't it true?" Shanwa looked behind him hesitantly.

"I'm a good person, tell me, I'll help you."

Shanwa heard the previous sentence and showed a look of suspicion. When he heard the second half, he was obviously shaken.

"This bowl is a magic weapon to suppress monsters. If you take it away, the monster wakes up and wants to go down the mountain to eat people." Shanwa said quickly, his voice very small.

"Monster? What monster?"

"I don't know, it's the man-eating monster, right in that field, you should return the things to me."

"Have you seen monsters?"

"No."

"Then how did you know there are monsters? There are no monsters in the world. They are all stories made up by humans."

"My grandpa has seen it! Return the things to me quickly."

I threw the bag containing the iron bowl to him and almost smashed him down. He should have fallen down before, and chased me for another half an hour, and limped when he walked again.

I rushed back to the open space before him, and the old man with white beard was still guarding here. It seemed that this place was really important to him, more important than his grandson.

The old man was indeed worried about his grandson's safety, but under such circumstances, he still refused to leave the open space, which made me even more curious about what kind of powerful "monster" was buried underground.

Seeing that I was back, but my grandson was gone, the old man was immediately panicked and called Shanwa, Shanwa. He didn't relax until Shanwa called back Grandpa.

Shanwa came back with the iron bowl. The grandfather and grandson wanted to bury the bowl back into the pit, but at some point the bottom of the pit actually accumulated blood deep. Seeing this, the old man's expression changed and hurriedly pulled Shanwa aside and kept him away from the bloody pit.

"The door, the door is open... the door is open!" The old man shook his hands and glared at me angrily, "It's all your fault, you--"

The old man was excited for a moment, his eyes rolled and he fainted.

Shanwa hurriedly supported him. He struggled to stand by himself. It was the limit to support the old man and not telling him to fall.

Alas, I'm not a good person.

Shanwa only knew how to worry and didn't know what to do. I carried the old man and asked them where they lived and if they were in the village.

Shanwa said that they lived in the forest, and their grandfather was a forest guard and had a small house in the forest.

Considering that the old man might need treatment, I carried him to the village, where there was a doctor.

The village health center only has one bed, but fortunately there are no other patients at this time.

The doctor recognized the old man and knew that he had high blood pressure, so he checked and fed him the medicine.

Shanwa's knee was a little scratched, and the doctor treated his wounds cleanly, and applied medicine to him to rest on the sofa beside the hospital bed.

Shanwa asked the doctor and learned that the old man had nothing to do, so he rested by the bedside with peace of mind, and did not mention the unhappiness between us to the doctor.

I took those eight iron bowls back into my backpack again. Judging from the old man's performance, it is probably useless to bury the bowl back now.

At first I thought this bowl was buried by Ye Xiao, but judging from the old man's reaction, I'm not sure now.

The doctor suggested that the old man stay in the health center for one night, but the old man firmly disagreed and insisted on going back to the mountain.

I sent the doctor away and chatted with the old man for a few words. I probably guessed what he was worried about.

"Old man, do you want to go to that open space to watch?"

"snort."

From the doctor, I knew that the old man's surname was Miao. Everyone in the village called him Miao Bo. He has been a forest ranger for decades, and no one is more familiar with the nearby forests than him.

When Ye Xiao came, he would definitely talk to such a person.

But Mr. Miao had a very bad impression of me. He heard from the doctor that I sent him, but he didn't hit me anymore, but he still refused to communicate with me.

I scratched my face, but fortunately I was thick-skinned. I was so arrogant just now that I could be as humble as I am now.

I apologized to the old man and went to the village convenience store to "robbed" it. I brought two big bags of cigarettes, wine, canned food, and small food. The owner of the convenience store was in a dilemma. It was inconvenient for them to ship the goods here. I went there and bought all the things she had sold for half a month.

I said Miao Bo was sick and was angry because I was disobedient and was wandering around the mountains on rainy days. I had to express enough apologies to the elderly.

The owner of the convenience store naturally knew Miao Bo, and was moved by my devil and sold her shelves in short. If a tourist came in, he would think the store had closed down.

Uncle Miao was moved by my sincerity (shameless) and finally said more than two words to me.

I brought double the travel equipment this time, and I happened to take out a free set of outdoor adventure clothes to Miao Mao, who is Miao Bo's grandson.

Zeng Shan is tall and has a size of 175 feet in the outdoor dress, and Miao Mao is wearing it just in time.

The clothes are new and the brand has not been picked yet. Miao Mao refused to accept them, but I could tell that he liked them very much. Who made his eyes not lie?

I had no choice but to bother Uncle Miao. Uncle Miao nodded before the boy was willing to accept it.

Uncle Miao is also a person with no scheming and can't deal with shameless people like me.

Miao Mao changed into new clothes in the inner room of the health center, and the person leaned on clothes. This was right. The young man was very energetic when wearing new clothes. I took a photo of him and sent it to Zeng Shan. After all, he was giving gifts from her things, so he had to tell her.

Zeng Shan returned very quickly and asked me why I was sending Wen Nuan on the way to do the mission. Just give it away and don’t kidnap other people’s children at that time.

I typified a line of words with hatred: Nonsense, am I like a bad person?

Zeng Shan simply replied: It’s not like it, it’s just.

Hey? Who did you learn this from? Chen Qinghan!

After accepting my gift, I said this. I didn't hide it from Mr. Miao, saying that I was here to find someone, and I suspected that the iron bowl was buried by the man I was looking for, so I dug it out and wanted to find clues.

Uncle Miao asked me who I was looking for, and I told Ye Xiao’s name and said that I had been to the village fifty years ago.

When Miao Bo heard this, he was stunned and asked me who I am from Ye Xiao?

I said that he was his teacher's daughter, Zeng Shan's grandfather and Ye Xiao, just like the masters in some industries, it is not an exaggeration to say that Zeng Licheng is Ye Xiao's teacher.

I used Zeng Shan’s identity to facilitate communication. After too many twists of relationships, the listeners became confused.

Bo Miao nodded, and I took out the trick I told the old lady and said it to him again.

This time, Miao Bo completely relaxed his vigilance, sighed quietly, his expression calmed down, and said to me in a calm tone: "Miss, you are late."

When the doctor was away, Miao took out a cigarette, lit a match, put it in her mouth and took a deep breath.

When he woke up, he wanted to take a suck, but the doctor refused. Now that the doctor went out to see others, no one could control him.

Miao Mao said that the doctor would not let you smoke, but Miao refused to listen.

After smoking a cigarette, his mood was much more stable. He pressed the cigarette butt and handed it to Miao Mao, asking him to throw it outside.

Miao Mao obviously had no choice but to take the cigarette butt, walk into the yard and throw it outside the yard wall.

Uncle Miao sat leaning against the head of the bed, staring at the direction of the door, the white beard on his chin trembled, and he opened his mouth:

"Mr. Ye...he's gone."

Ye Xiao was still alive before leaving the village, but died after leaving the village?

"When did it happen?" I blurted out.

"For many years, he left the village and lived in the back mountain for two years. He didn't want to be known by the villagers. I was always helping him with cover."

"What is he doing in the back mountain?"

"He, he wants to gain the ability of our ancestors." Miao Bo said with a little hesitation.

Mr. Miao may think that since he started, there is no need to hide what happened next.

Ye Xiao came to the village and only stayed in the village for a few days. When he entered the mountain to pick a spot, he met Miao Bo who was patrolling the mountain. Miao Bo was three years older than Ye Xiao, and that year was 25.

Like most people in the village, Miao Bo has never had much contact with the outside world and only has a primary school diploma. They respect cultural people very much.
To be continued...