Tomb Raider: The Young Captain Mojin

Wu Sihua approaching the bright place
At the foot of the mountain a hundred meters away from him, a skinny figure who was only eighty or ninety centimeters high made cooing sounds, then his figure flickered and disappeared.

Wu Sihua narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the light ahead.

There, a few houses could be vaguely seen, appearing and disappearing in the mist, it seemed to be a small village.

"Even if it's a village, people should have already fallen asleep at this time. The lights in that house are still on, and something is wrong. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, so it's better not to go in."

Finding a flat place, Wu Sihua unloaded his backpack and wanted to take out his tent to rest.

Wu Sihua tidied up the tent, put the luggage in, and wanted to go pee and have a good sleep.

Walking to a distance of seven or eight meters from the tent, Wu Sihua unbuttoned his pants and let out a splash of water, causing Lingling to shiver.

Just when Wu Sihua turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a slender figure flashing not far away, and there was a soft sound of branches being trampled on the ground.

It is now one or two o'clock in the morning.

A strange figure suddenly appeared in this small mountain village with only a few families, which made Wu Sihua lose sleepiness.

If you lose your life because of sleeping, and suddenly have half of your head chopped off, it's not worth it.

Going back to the edge of the tent in two steps in three steps, Wu Sihua hastily put away the tent, wanting to leave here.

Wu Sihua packed his luggage and wanted to leave, but the surrounding fog began to billow continuously, and the houses and dim lights that he could see just now had disappeared.

Wu Sihua noticed that the fog was getting thicker quickly, so he immediately put on his backpack and retreated in the direction he came from.

Wu Sihua walked more than ten meters, only to find that he had been trapped in layers of fog and could not tell the direction at all.

Wu Sihua took out the compass, determined the direction and continued to move forward.

Being in the thick mist is almost the same as being in absolute darkness. It fills one's heart with fear and despair.

You never know where your next foot will be.

After struggling for tens of meters, the fog in front of Wu Si's avatar became slightly thinner again, which made him feel a little more relaxed.Before Wu Sihua quickened his pace, he saw faint houses and a faint light appeared again more than ten meters in front of him.

This discovery immediately made Wu Sihua's scalp tingle.

Wu Sihua followed the instructions of the compass, and it stands to reason that he would never go wrong.

Why do those houses and lights that were originally behind suddenly appear in front of you?
Could it be that the compass made a mistake?
The scene in front of him was beyond Wu Sihua's understanding.

Bite the bullet and walked towards the strange village and the light, Wu Sihua's heart became heavier and heavier.

His footsteps have reached the nearest house.

The shape of the house is simple and simple. From the appearance, it should have a history of hundreds of years.

The house was pitch black, with gray bricks and tiles presenting a solemn scene.

Not far away, other houses are almost the same as this house, there is no big difference.

When we arrived in the village, the fog had obviously weakened a lot, and we could vaguely see narrow roads and nearby houses.

Except for the house in the middle with a few lights, the rest of the houses were all pitch black, which made Wu Sihua feel a chill down his spine.

"It seems that whatever evil is at work here is to get me to the house of light"

Thinking of this, Wu Sihua felt his body go numb for no reason.

He really couldn't figure out what was in the house.

Walking to the bright hut, Wu Sihua didn't dare to rush forward, and carefully looked at the house in front of him.

This family does not have a courtyard, only a three-room house about ten meters wide.

Gray tiles and gray walls, with more than a dozen long stones paved in front of the door, under the illumination of the lights in the house, there is a trace of black and blue light.

Just when Wu Sihua was thinking whether to knock on the door, the wooden door opened a crack with a creak, and a bright light flashed, which seemed very abrupt in the dark mist.

Wu Sihua quickly took a few steps back, staring at the door in front of him, not daring to be careless.

As the gap in the door became wider and wider, an old man with a head of gray hair poked out his somewhat elongated head from the inside, only about one meter tall.

"Little brother, I am visiting late at night, and I am far away from you. Please come in and have a cup of hot tea."

The old man's voice was a bit thin, coupled with his thin body and the appearance of a monkey with a sharp mouth, Wu Sihua felt his scalp tighten for a while.

Facing the invitation from the weird old man, Wu Sihua knew he must not go in.

The old man's shrill voice sounded again.

"Little brother, are you still afraid that I, an old man, will harm you? Look at me, I'm just a little old man with a short stature. I just want to treat you to a cup of hot water because I think it's not easy for you to come here. Tea."

Wu Sihua swallowed dryly, relaxed his tense body slightly, and said, "Who are you, and why are you still awake in the middle of the night?"

Hearing Wu Sihua's question, the old man bared his teeth and showed an ugly smile.

"Little old man, as soon as I get older, I sleep less. I only need to sleep for two hours a day. Little brother, are you going to come in or not? It's cold and windy outside, and my room is very cold. Warm and tight”

The more the old man wanted Wu Sihua to go in, the more weird Wu Sihua felt.

"I still won't go in. It's good to be outside. It's so late, you'd better go back to the house."

Wu Sihua insisted on refusing to go in, the old man showed a strange look on his face, and slightly closed the door.

"Little brother, looking at you like this, you must have driven a lot of mountain roads. Why don't you come to my house and rest for a night, and let me do my best as a landlord."

The old man repeatedly invited him into the house, and Wu Sihua became more suspicious.

"Thank you for your kindness, old man. It's better for me to stay outside. In this deep mountain wilderness, it's better to be careful."

Wu Sihua's persistence made the old man a little unhappy.

"Hmph, so you are afraid that I will get rich and kill you. Since you insist on not coming in, you should freeze outside. It's something that doesn't know what's good or bad."

After the old man finished speaking, there was an imperceptible fierce light in his triangular eyes, and then he closed the door heavily.

Seeing the old man returning to the house, Wu Sihua was inexplicably relieved, moved his slightly stiff body, and then turned around to look at the surrounding environment.

At this moment, Wu Sihua suddenly felt a gust of evil wind blowing from the back of his head, his scalp went numb with fright, and he swung the straight golden knife in his hand to slash towards the back.

Faced with such an unexpected situation, he can only rely on the weapons in his hand to resist unknown attacks.