When Zhang Zimin arrived in the middle of the night, he couldn't help it. After the old couple fell asleep, he quietly opened the door and checked around the room.

There is not too surprising place, but in different directions of the house, a total of nine antique horse lanterns were placed or hung.

The dim lights are reflected everywhere, which makes the atmosphere a little weird. This is definitely not a "arrangement" or something, but it is a bit like a ritual of some kind?

After looking at the placement, it was not surprising that I didn't summarize any rules for the time being. Zhang Zimin had to go back lightly.

Zhang Zimin never pulled the curtains again. After lying down, he could just look out the window. What was more surprising was that the starry sky appeared after the freezing rain?

The abnormal climate was not the point. Instead, Zhang Zimin struggled to sit up, took out paper and pen to draw the structural diagram of the house, and then outlined the position of the horse lantern just now based on his memory.

Looking left and right, looking farther away. Finally, when I turned around, I felt a little familiar and murmured to myself, "Is it my illusion? The lamp seems to outline the outline of the pond? This is like a kind of ritual!"

Xiaobao hummed heartlessly.

Zhang Zimin said: "Are you really a police dog?"

puff--

Xiaobao was unstable and fell on Zhang Zimin's belly, as if saying: I want to quit my job and be a pet.

Well, of course you can resign, but resigning during the war is suspected of desertion. Anyway, it is Zhang Zimin's rule...

When I left the room early in the morning, the old couple were already there and were cooking tea with charcoal fire.

As for a police dog, it has recently formed a habit of guarding Zhang Zimin when he sleeps, and after waking up, it starts to make up for sleepiness.

Sit down together around the brazier.

I have never drunk tea since the end of the world, which is too luxurious. Especially in such a winter, having a cup of hot tea is definitely a luxury.

Unfortunately, Zhang Zimin didn't dare to drink it when they handed it to him, but just shook his head slightly.

"Thank you, boy."

While drinking tea, the old woman seemed mindless.

Zhang Zimin didn't say anything. Faced with such a suspected opponent's speech, silence is the best attitude. Because you don't know her purpose and thoughts, it is easy to unconsciously enter your pocket or disclose the information she needs.

Faced with Zhang Zimin's silence, a hint of displeasure flashed in the old woman's eyes. The old couple looked at each other, as if they were in a gaze.

At this time, Zhang Zimin suddenly cut in and asked, "You seem to have a lot of charcoal?"

The old man pointed to the direction of the mountain and said, "I can make charcoal by myself. The trees in the mountain were not cut off before, but now no one seems to care about this."

Zhang Zimin nodded and said nothing.

However, I subconsciously felt that this was prepared and waiting for people to ask questions. Anyway, the answer was too correct and too fast... Or maybe someone other than Zhang Zimin asked them this way, so with "experience", he gradually formed a muscle memory-level answer speed?

Habits will not be formed at once, and it requires multiple "training" to form a state that does not require a brain. Is it because... many people have asked them this way?

"Are there many zombies in that pond?"

This sentence is not thought, Zhang Zimin asked in a daze, as if he was talking to himself.

The old lady said, "When it comes to the pond, you must not go in and take a shower."

"What then?" Zhang Zimin asked curiously.

The old man continued, "Then we can't say anything. I'll tell you that this place is full of evil and you can't talk nonsense about this place. Otherwise, it will destroy the Feng Shui and rules here."

Zhang Zimin looked at the fire and thought, "Old man, you are so awesome. I talked about blockchain yesterday, and today I talked about Feng Shui. Are there any fields you don't understand?"

The old man laughed, "You don't understand this. Every road leads to one place, but in fact everything is closely related."

"What about it?" Zhang Zimin looked at him.

"For example, taking this disaster as an example, how can you be sure that it was not caused by over-exploitation of the world and the transformation of the earth's veins? Young man, do you know the concept of spiritual energy recovery?" The old man looked like he was relying on his old age.

“Uh…”

Zhang Zimin looked strange, "I read less, I really don't know. Do you know so much?"

The old man said: "There is no way out if you don't read. If you have to read more books, you can slowly keep up with the times. About blockchain..."

Zhang Zimin quickly interrupted, "Don't combine blockchain and spiritual recovery to popularize science for me. So, I don't understand both things, and it will be even more confused when combined."

"You are scolding people like this!" The old lady seemed annoyed and stood up.

"Well, I think you read a lot. People who know blockchain generally know that these are similar tones rather than cursing people. Your Chinese culture is so awesome, how can you not know the profoundness of Chinese and what I mean?"

Zhang Zimin Dao.

They kept silent and looked at each other with a look of something wrong.

Zhang Zimin is self-aware. Even if he encounters people with two better tempers than them, he will be kicked out long ago.

Zhang Zimin turned around and said, "I don't know why you live in this place? You are obviously not locals?"

The old man looked elegant and graced his beard and sighed: "Frankly, we are very busy and don't have so much time to travel here. If we hadn't met our son's illness, we might have saved others in other places. The people in this place actually don't believe us. Sometimes it's obviously a good thing, but you can't wake up the person who deliberately pretends to be asleep. Jack Ma, do you know?"

Zhang Zimin said: "Well, I'm not familiar with him. But I know there are two types of people who love to talk about him the most, one is pure novice and the other is pyramid scheme."

"You say it again!"

A trace of coldness flashed in the old man's eyes.

Zhang Zimin watched him and thought for a while, then pasted it intact: "There are two kinds of people who like to talk about him the most, one is Pure Xiaobai and the other is pyramid schemes. And it is a relatively old-fashioned backward pyramid scheme."

The old man was silent for a moment, looked at each other for a moment, and took out two needles from his arms.

Good guy.

After Zhang Zimin was ready for counterattack, he felt it was not easy. He had acted a little after so long.

As a result, Zhang Zimin was stunned again.

I saw that the old man skillfully twisted the needle on his temple and stabbed it in.

"Is it an evil technique such as 'disintegration of the demon' and stimulating meridians to increase internal strength?"

Zhang Zimin couldn't help but think so with a little brainless attitude.

To this day, there are many monsters outside, and some of them have mutated very well. Therefore, based on the persecuted delusional style, Zhang Zimin really cannot regard his behavior as a bluff or a fool.

So Zhang Zimin took out his slingshot and stepped back a little, continuing to observe.

Shaoqing old man relaxed his breath, took a deep breath, and finally said, "You are so confused and even awesome!"
Chapter completed!