My golden finger is not right

22,

Following the lead of the old man, we seem to have entered a place like the back garden.As before, he walked without looking back along the way, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

I didn't want to speak rashly, so I had to keep my mouth shut and hurried along with him.

Along the road you are taking now, until you reach the end, there are two forks.One should be the main road leading to the main house, while the other looks like the road condition is not very good. At a glance, it can't be seen clearly after more than ten meters.

To my surprise, the old man chose this path.

After entering this path, the old man's footsteps suddenly slowed down.

He began to look around from time to time, as if he was on guard for something.

I was a little uneasy by his actions, and I was about to ask him, but I stopped immediately after I opened my mouth.

Because I suddenly felt...something...approaching here!

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The trail in front of us is a bit far away, and it will take about 20 minutes to complete it.As for its two sides, there is an over-dense grove with branches and leaves.

Maybe it's because of its bad location. Even though it's midsummer, there's very little sunlight coming in here.

In those corners where the sun does not shine, the thing that scares me is hiding, probably ready to appear suddenly when I let down my vigilance.

Head... so dizzy...

I shook my head, and my footsteps stopped unconsciously.Seeing this, the old man in front grabbed my arm and tried to drag me forward.

I know he has no malice, but I really can't move forward.

Now I feel like I have a high fever, and my whole body is a little floating. I feel that my consciousness is like getting rid of the shackles of my body, and I can float above my head and look around.

It's not good...

said my consciousness.

How... is it?

See for yourself.

I looked around and saw that the previously dense woods were full of people, and it was so dark that no one could see their faces clearly.

I was taken aback by what I "saw", and suddenly woke up from this trance.

"Mmmmmmm!"

Seeing that I finally woke up, the old man was obviously relieved, and the syllables with unknown meaning kept coming out of his throat.

Only then did I understand that the old man in front of me probably couldn't speak.

I was about to open my mouth to respond, but the old man straightened up suddenly and covered me behind him.

When I raised my head again, I saw "his" tense back.

...He was afraid...but he was trying to keep himself from being afraid...

In front of us... there must be something very bad...

The wind started to pick up.

In the surrounding woods, the leaves also rustled.

For a while, the atmosphere froze in a strange way.

I don't know why the old man keeps me behind his back, but obviously, in this strange environment, only "he" can make me trust temporarily.

So I neither asked aloud nor left behind "him" without permission.

I just stood there stiffly. After about ten minutes, the old man suddenly relaxed. He looked as if he had suffered from a serious illness, and his face was pale and scary.

Seeing that "he" seemed a little unstable, I quickly stood beside "him" and supported him: "Are you okay?"

The old man didn't answer, just stretched out his hand, pointed to the distance, and signaled me to leave quickly.

I held "his" arm and walked up as I said.

"Yan Ye."

Just as I was about to walk out of the path, a voice suddenly rang out from men and women who couldn't distinguish between men and women.

When I heard the words, I wanted to turn back subconsciously, but the old man beside me held my arm tightly.

Seeing that I was a little puzzled, "he" shook his head at me with a gloomy expression, his lips muttered for a while, and then made a few words.

Do not look back!