Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

Zhang Nian frowned, to be honest, he didn't know what he threw over there.

He just casually touched the bed, found something, and threw it over.

At this time, Xu Hui stood up from the sofa.

Just a flash of lightning passed by.

The whole wing room was illuminated brightly.

As soon as Zhang Nian looked up, he saw an extremely terrifying scene.

I saw Xu Hui standing next to the sofa, his face turned pale, and what he was holding in his hand turned out to be a shining head!
Watching this scene, Zhang Nian's hair counted down, and a chill rushed directly to his forehead.

"Xu Hui! Let go!"

At this time, Xu Hui had already seen what was in his hand, he trembled suddenly, and threw the head out.

There was only a gurgling sound, and the head rolled into the darkness and disappeared.

When Zhang Nian and Xu Hui were in a daze, suddenly a light flashed in front of them, and someone turned on the light above their heads.

Looking back, I saw Xiaocheng standing at the door, looking at the two of them strangely.

Zhang Nian came back to his senses, only to realize that he was half-sitting on the bed at this time, and his movements were very strange.

And Xu Hui was completely dumbfounded, and kept the action of throwing his head just now unchanged.

When Xiaocheng came in, Zhang Nian quickly stood in front of him to block the direction of the head, and said.

"It's okay, it's okay, what's the matter with you?"

Xiaocheng shook his head and said.

"It's nothing, I just heard you shouting here, so come and have a look."

After Xiaocheng finished speaking, he turned and walked out.

It was still stormy outside, but at this time the two people in the room were surprisingly quiet.

Zhang Nian's eyes were fixed on the direction where the head disappeared.

There is a corner over there, it is estimated that Xu Hui just threw it there.

"Brother, this, this thing, have you seen it clearly?"

Zhang Nian tried his best to calm himself down.

After all, no one has lived in this place for a long time, so it is understandable what happened.

He nodded and walked slowly towards that side.

Just as he was approaching immediately, suddenly, the door was knocked again.

Xu Hui hurried to open the door, only to see Xiaocheng reappeared at the door.

He looked inside and said.

"Master, I carved a head out of a tree root and here it is, I suddenly remembered, I'm afraid I'll scare you, so I'll take it away."

Zhang Nian frowned, could it be that the one Xiao Cheng mentioned was the one thrown away by Xu Hui on the ground?

Xu Hui glanced at Zhang Nian and said quickly.

"Then what, it's okay, it's okay, this place is so well cleaned up, it's better not to rummage through the box, let's try to move the things inside as little as possible."

Zhang Nian also said.

"That's right, Xiaocheng, go back and rest."

Xiaocheng nodded, turned and left again.

Seeing Xiaocheng leave from the window, Zhang Nian walked to the corner and took out the head.

After a closer look, sure enough, it was just carved out of a lump of wood.

It's just that this carver is a bit uncanny, and it's really lifelike.

It's no wonder that Zhang Nian and the others were immediately dumbfounded when they saw it for the first time.

Zhang Nian picked up the head and looked at it carefully. The carving on this head was exactly that of a madman.

It seems that Xiaocheng engraved his yearning for the madman on it.

"Go to sleep, go to bed early, tomorrow morning, if the storm stops, we have to go to the mountain to find spring water."

Xu Hui didn't speak. He stared at the wooden head for a long time before returning to the sofa.

Zhang Nian put the wooden head under the bed and went to bed.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Nian woke up from his sleep in a daze.

At this time, the storm outside still did not stop, he sighed, rubbed his eyes, and sat up from the bed.

Subconsciously glanced at the sofa, at this moment, Xu Hui's figure had disappeared.

Zhang Nian touched the bottom of the bed reflexively, and his hand was empty.

The wooden head under the bed is gone!

He quickly jumped down and walked towards the door.

In the living room of Xiaocheng's family, at this time, there was still a fire burning gently, but there was no one around the fire.

And in the two guest rooms next to it, there was no one there.

In the whole house, Zhang Nian was the only one left.

He frowned involuntarily and looked into the yard.

At this time, the heavy rain in the sky was still falling, and the violent storm was not much less than it was at the beginning.

How could this large group of people, more than a dozen, just disappear like this.

He walked into the yard and was thinking about it when he felt something moving above his head.

Looking up, it was too late and then quickly, and I saw something directly falling down.

Being impartial, it just fell into Zhang Nian's hands.

As soon as he lowered his head, his whole back felt cold.

I saw that it turned out to be Xu Hui's head, and the bloody head seemed to have turned white from the rain.

The two eyes were taken away by something, and the black eye sockets were staring at him.

Zhang Nian yelled, only felt his whole body tremble, and suddenly woke up from the dream.

Panting heavily, he hurriedly sat up from the bed.

When he looked up, Xu Hui was sleeping soundly on the sofa.

Zhang Nian reached out and touched under the bed, the head was still there.

Only then did he heave a sigh of relief. It turned out that all this was just a dream.

Getting off the bed, he walked to the door.

Opening the door, a gust of wind mixed with big raindrops hit him.

This made Zhang Nian even more sober.

He closed the door behind him and walked into the living room.

In the living room, the fire had already been extinguished, and there were only two or three people who seemed to be on duty at night.

Seeing Zhang Nian approaching, they quickly stood up.

Zhang Nian waved his hand to signal them to sit down, and looked into the next few rooms by himself.

Fortunately, they are fine in Xiaocheng.

Seeing this, he was completely relieved.

But at this time, there was no sleepiness at all.

Looking at the few people on duty at night, it seems that they have just been woken up.

He turned and walked across the yard toward the front porch.

Sitting under the porch, Zhang Nian looked far and wide, because the light was too dark.

Therefore, the mountains in the distance are not very obvious like two drops of ink dripping on the rice paper.

Even their outlines are completely blurred.

Looking at the distance, Zhang Nian couldn't help but be dazed.

He suddenly thought of Bai Yidao.

Bai Yidao and his father both lived on this mountain.

Moreover, that village is also in this mountain, and the group of people may have a hard time with such heavy rain.

Zhang Nian took a deep breath, put his hands on his knees, and was about to stand up.

Suddenly, there was a strange feeling on his hand.