"Elaine, Elaine —" He hurriedly shouted. The girl was like the wind, running all the way to the top of the mountain without even looking back.
The young men of Reflecting Moon Dock saw that he had rejected Elaine ruthlessly, and they were furious. They roared and surrounded him. Kun San's eyes were red, and he pulled out his hatchet and was about to rush up.
"Brother Ah Lin, how can you treat our Elaine like this?!" Mimai, who was the fiercest just now, was called Zi Tong. She was also familiar with Lin Wanrong along the way. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wanted to bite off his flesh, "Elaine thinks about you every day, misses you, and stays up every night waiting for you to come back! She is willing to do anything for you! But you, you treat her like this — are you still our Brother Ah Lin?! "
Lin Wanrong waved his hand anxiously, "Zi Tong, it's not what you think, you don't know the situation in my family —"
"You still call him Brother Ah Lin," Kun San roared and rushed up with his hatchet, "I want to chop this Hua family dog to death!"
The girls of Reflecting Moon Dock hurriedly stopped him. Zi Tong stomped her feet angrily and said loudly, "The mother in the village is right, the Hua family's men are all cruel and unscrupulous, they only know how to deceive the Miao family's women, we only hate that we didn't see through them earlier! From now on, you are not our Brother Ah Lin, Reflecting Moon Dock no longer has a friend like you. Brothers, sisters, let's go! "
"Zi Tong, listen to me —"
The young men of Reflecting Moon Dock did not have the patience to listen to his explanation. They spat at him, splashed the water in the bamboo tube on him, and then left with a face full of contempt.
This change was so fast that he did not have time to react. The young men and women of the Reflecting Moon Dock had long since disappeared without a trace. The friends he made in the Hmong village for dozens of days all drew a line with him, and in the blink of an eye, he became a loner again.
Lin Wanrong sighed silently and did not know what to say. His eyes unconsciously fell on the grass in front of him, and the jade belt left by Elaine came into view. He gently picked it up and held it in his hand. The belt was soft and fragrant, and seemed to have the warmth of a young girl. A pair of pink butterflies were embroidered in the middle. It was exceptionally beautiful.
He had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He carefully folded the white belt and stuffed it into his bosom. He shook his head and smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.
Gao Qiu hurried over and whispered a few words in his ear. Lin Wanrong nodded slightly and responded calmly.
While they were talking. Suddenly, they heard a series of clamors in front of them. Two troops of Black Miao scribes rushed over with firewood knives in their hands and surrounded them in the middle. The one leading them was Zha Guo's younger brother, Zha Long.
Old Gao blinked and said with a smile, "Here comes the troublemaker!"
Zha Long strode over, waving the hatchet in his hand with a fierce expression. He pointed at him and roared furiously. Lin Wanrong and Gao Qiu looked at each other. Both of them were Western goods and could not understand a word of that Miao language.
After all, Old Gao was used to big scenes. He chuckled. He fiercely pulled out his hatchet and rushed forward while shouting and yelling. This move was out of Zha Long's expectation. They were used to running wild in the Miao village and no one had ever dared to challenge them! Only this black-faced burly man, not only was his Miao language difficult to understand, his courage was also better than the others.
Zha Long hurriedly took a few steps back and waved his hands. Seeing that both sides were about to engage in a chaotic battle, a clear shout was suddenly heard, "Stop!"
A skinny old man from the Miao family walked over from afar. His eyes were wide open and his face was full of anger. Zha Long was so frightened that he shrunk his head and quickly called out, "Uncle Han Nong!"
Han Nong scoffed and spoke in Chinese, "Zha Long, what are you doing?"
Zha Long's eyes turned and he said evasively, "Uncle, these two Red Miao did not follow the rules. Just now, they made a move on Mimai from our mountain village. Now, they are threatening us with a hatchet. My brothers and I had no choice but to defend ourselves!"
"So, we are the ones bullying you with more people?" Lin Wanrong giggled.
Zha Long's expression turned fierce, "Why, can't I?!"
Motherf * cker, there are many people more shameless than me in this world! Lin Wanrong chuckled. He wanted to laugh but dared not.
"Shut up!" Uncle Han Nong was so angry that his beard was trembling. He pointed at Zha Long's nose and said, "Your brother can't beat them in a horse fight, so you brought your men to pick a fight. What kind of ability is that? Win it back if you have the guts! You two brothers have really embarrassed our Miao village! "
This angry scolding was really ruthless and did not leave them any face. The Miao family's elders and juniors were orderly. Han Nong was the Great Elder of the Miao village and everyone respected him. How would Zha Long dare to talk back to him in front of so many people? His face turned red and then pale. He gritted his teeth and glared at Lin Wanrong with hatred before turning around and leaving.
Seeing the Great Elder's ashen face and his heavy breathing, Lin Wanrong hurriedly smiled apologetically, "Uncle, don't be angry. There are only a few black sheep. The Miao family's villagers are all good people!"
"You're not a good person either." After Zha Long left, Uncle Han Nong glanced at him and immediately vented his anger on this fake brother, "Sneaky and shifty-eyed. You pretended to be a Miao family member and tried to sneak up the mountain to get close to Saintess. What are you trying to do?!"
Lin Wanrong blinked and said anxiously, "Uncle, I'm really here to see Saintess. Didn't she tell you?!"
The Great Elder scoffed. He looked at the Red Miao robes on him and was instantly angered, "You're here to see Saintess. Where's Elaine?!"
Elaine? Lin Wanrong sighed dumbly. He did not know what to say.
"Hua Jialang, where did you hide Elaine? Did you bully her?! Tell me now! "Han Nong was so angry that his beard was curling.
"It shouldn't be considered bullying." Lin Wanrong carefully lowered his head and said softly, "It's just that there was a little, a little conflict just now. She secretly hid and did not want to see me!"
The Great Elder looked at his evasive expression and shook his head silently. He sighed, "Come with me!"
Han Nong turned and left with a determined attitude. Lin Wanrong was shocked and hurriedly caught up with him, "Uncle, where are we going?"
Uncle Han Nong scoffed. His expression was cold and he did not answer. Lin Wanrong was embarrassed and could only obediently shut up.
The Flower Mountain Festival had already regained its liveliness. Everyone was singing and dancing. He looked towards the high platform. Zha Guo, who had suffered a setback in the horse beating earlier, was sitting next to Nie Yuanqing with his face covered in dirt. The two of them were talking softly but An Biru who was sitting next to them had disappeared.
The Great Elder brought me there. Could it be that Sister An wants to see me? He thought quickly. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was highly possible.
The two of them walked for a while and went up the mountain road. Identifying the direction. They were actually heading towards the village that was suspended halfway up the mountain. The White Miao Village of Jade Dock was built on the middle peak. After walking for an unknown period of time. He felt the cold wind blowing and cold air rushing into his neck. The surroundings were filled with white fog and dense water vapor. It was like stepping into the clouds.
Lin Wanrong hurriedly shrunk his head. He did not dare to look down and looked up. He was already at the highest peak of the Miao Village. Uncle Han stopped in front of a stilted building and scoffed at him, "You, go in!!"
The stilted building was embedded in the rock wall and had a unique shape. It was extremely quiet inside. Not a single sound could be heard. Before he even got close, he felt waves of coldness rushing into his heart. Lin Wanrong felt a chill on his back. He hurriedly said, "Uncle, what, what is this place?"
The Great Elder's expression was gentle. He smiled at him, "You'll know when you go in …"
"Can you tell me a little, just a little!" He opened his eyes wide and bargained.
Han Nong extended his hand, "If you don't dare to go in. Then please go back! "
This was a provocation. I won't fall for it! He secretly pouted and hurriedly pricked up his ears to listen. It was dead silent inside the stilted building. There was no sound, no breathing. It was like an empty city. There was only the biting cold that kept circling in his heart.
The Great Elder looked at him with a smile and did not say a word. However, Lin Wanrong had goosebumps from his stare. What does he mean? Why did the Great Elder bring me here? Where is Sister An? Should I enter this door or not?
He hesitated for a while but still could not make up his mind. Uncle Han Nong said, "I'll count to three! If you don't go in when I count to three, then you'll give up. Don't blame me then! One! "
The Great Elder actually did what he said. He immediately started to count! Lin Wanrong's heart was beating fast. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. This set of psychological warfare was his specialty. He did not expect that Uncle Han Nong would use it on him today.
"Two …"
The Great Elder's voice was fast and loud. It was like a death sentence. He did not have time to think. Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth and shouted, "I'll go in …"
Han Nong laughed out loud. He opened the door abruptly and kicked him in the back of his leg. "That's right! Go in, Hua Jialang! "
He did not expect this tall and thin Han Nong to be a hidden martial arts expert. His kick was fast and swift. Lin Wanrong was caught off guard and was kicked into the room.
The room was pitch-black, and a chilly wind was blowing. Lin Wanrong shivered, and then she heard a light click behind her. The door had been locked from the outside.
"Hey, Uncle, what are you doing?" He quickly jumped to the door and tried to pull the lock. He did not know what the wooden door was made of. It was thick and heavy. It was tightly shut. There was no light at all.
The room was dark to begin with. Once the door was closed, he could not even see his fingers. His eyes could not see anything. The room was huge and spacious. It was dead silent. Other than his own heavy breathing, he could not hear anything.
It was quiet, but for some reason, he felt that the room was eerie. There was no sign of life. It was like a cold Spirit House.
Spirit House? Just thinking about it caused his hair to stand on end and cold sweat to drip from his forehead. His heart was beating wildly. He did not even dare to breathe.
A cold wind came from somewhere. It was so cold that it made his hair stand. He took a deep breath and slowly came back to his senses. His hands kept groping forward, carefully moving forward.
The further he went, the more frightened he became. He didn't know how big this room was, but it was quiet and gloomy. There was no table, no chair, and not even a trace of a living creature. The thick fear was like a ghost that tightly wrapped around his heart.
"Squeak —" A scream suddenly came from under his feet. In this dark and eerie room, it was as mournful as a ghost's.
He was already very nervous, and this action took away his seven spirits and six spirits. He sat on the ground with a thud, and beads of sweat flowed down his face. "Who, who —"
The trembling voice floated around the empty room, and the echoes gradually rose, lingering in her ears over and over again. He panted heavily. He suppressed the fear in his heart and slowly reached out his hand.
There seemed to be something under his feet. He touched it with trembling hands. The first thing he touched was a human foot.
"Huh —" The corner of his mouth twitched. His muscles trembled. His heart was about to jump out.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why was this person's foot so soft and soft? It was like a doll? He gritted his teeth and reached out again. He touched the person's foot. There were arms, legs, a nose, and a mouth. It was really a doll as tall as a person!
He jumped up and said angrily, "Who, who is playing with me?!"
"Pa." All the candlesticks in the room were suddenly lit. The beautiful candlelight was so dazzling that he could not open his eyes. He was so scared that he jumped two steps back. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands. "Who? Don't scare me! "
The room was still quiet, but the feeling was completely different. There was a soft breath behind him. It was gentle and full of the warmth of life.
He abruptly opened his eyes and saw a charming woman from the Miao Family. Her face was as beautiful as a flower and she was smiling at him.
"Big Sister Master!" He shouted in surprise. He jumped forward and wanted to hug her.
"Shh!" An Biru pressed her index finger to her lips. She shook her head with a serious expression.
"What's wrong?" He was stunned and looked at Big Sister An in confusion.
An Biru pulled his hand and slowly turned around. He was completely stunned by what he saw.
In this spacious room, the only furnishings were a tall divine cabinet. The divine cabinet was filled with memorial tablets from top to bottom. An Biru gently knelt down. Her face was flushed. She slowly put her palms together. Her eyes were misty. She muttered to herself, "Ancestors, Father, Mother, Daughter has brought someone to see you!"
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